Re-visible
This is the story of an American Indian man making his heritage visible to the community around him, and me trying to make him and his roles as an American Indian father, husband, friend, leader, lifesaver and more visible to those who see this photo story.
Danny Bell, 71, stops by the American Indian Center in Chapel Hill, N.C. to chat with friends on his way home on Tuesday, Dec. 10, 2019. He is a retired staff member of UNC-Chapel Hill's American Studies Department and a member of the American Indian community in Chapel Hill.
Danny Bell, retired UNC-Chapel Hill staff member of Coharie and Lumbee descent, meets with current UNC Assisstant Professor Lisa Villamil at Tru Deli and Wine Bar in Chapel Hill, N.C. on Tuesday, Dec. 10, 2019. They discussed Villamil's current project on helping the Coharie Tribe of North Carolina explore entrepreneurial possibilites along the Great Coharie River.
Notecards from Danny Bell and Lisa Villamil's conversation.
Danny Bell, president of the Triangle Native American Society, receives a gift from Kerry Bird, vice president of TNAS, for being one of the sponsors of the 24th Annual American Indian Heritage Celebration on Saturday, Nov. 23, 2019 in Raleigh, N.C.
Danny Bell, Coharie and Lumbee, shares his Lumbee Tribe of North Carolina Registration Card. Even though he is both Coharie and Lumbee, some tribes allow for people to be registered in one tribe. Photographed on Saturday, Nov. 23, 2019 in Chapel Hill, N.C. (this photo has been edited to remove personal information)
Danny Bell donates blood at UNC-Chapel Hill on Tuesday, Dec. 10, 2019.
Danny Bell donates blood at UNC-Chapel Hill on Tuesday, Dec. 10, 2019.
Danny Bell goes Christmas tree shopping with his wife and son on Wednesday, Dec. 11, 2019 in Chapel Hill, N.C.
Danny Bell shares an old photograph of his mother, eldest daughter and son on Easter Sunday on Tuesday, Dec. 10, 2019, in Chapel Hill, N.C.
Danny Bell and his family used to go fishing during Thanksgiving break, but now that his parents have passed away, he attends his wife's family's Thanksgiving lunch. His wife's side of the family is Irish Catholic making him the only American Indian member of the family. Photographed in Chapel Hill, N.C. on Thursday, Nov. 28, 2019.
The story behind my final project for MEJO 180: Foundations in Photojournalism:
As I was walking to class one day in November of last semester, I noticed an American Indian Heritage Month flyer with several events listed on it. I was surprised to see this because I had heard of Black History Month, Women’s History Month, and Asian Pacific American Heritage Month, but it was my first time hearing of American Indian Heritage Month. What was even more shocking to me was that it was my first time hearing about it despite having lived in America my entire life. This happened during the time I was trying to come up with an idea for my MEJO 180 final photo story. From that point on, I continued to realize how little I knew about modern-day Native American lives and became increasingly curious about how the original people of this land became so invisible. After visiting UNC’s American Indian Center, I was connected with Danny Bell.
I had heard all about Danny’s contributions to the UNC and American Indian communities, but after meeting him and seeing his schedule I understood just how true it was. While I really enjoyed working with Danny, I was also having trouble putting the story together. Danny was a member of several committees and constantly enriched himself by going to lectures and other events, but how did all this connect? A photo story is supposed to have a storyline to it, and I didn’t know what kind of story a bunch of pictures of Danny sitting and speaking to people at events would tell.
It was actually after that day Danny met with Professor Villamil (in photo 2), that I had my epiphany. Hearing them talk about how invisible they felt as American Indians and seeing their efforts to enrich and represent their communities made me understand that Danny being such an active person was countering that “invisibility.” From that point on, that became the story I tried to tell.