It was a little bit weird to learn about trauma video testimony by watching a video interview about trauma video testimony that recounted testimonies of trauma secondhand. It was not just an interview but an interview about interviewing—though I guess this is a well-represented portion of MMC's work, which, among many other people of course, addresses journalists, psychoanalysts and therapists.
I found myself trying to listen for answers to questions I had, and thus getting frustrated when, not surprisingly, answers weren’t immediately apparent. It became really clear to me while watching this interview how oral history interviews differ from conversations. Of course, when I have conversations, I can’t relisten to them, as I did with Laub’s interview, yet I can still know the opinions and positions of the person I spoke with. But the sorts of clarifications and reiterations that are part of conversations are not always part of oral history interviews—at least not at the same pace. Laub could clarify what he had said 20 minutes earlier without any outside prompting, and complicate the rather confined space I had allowed him in my mind for his responses. Even when direct answers are given, I realized, all sorts of complicated and contradictory statements are likely part of that concise answer too.
It also became clear to me how damaging it can be to be overly concerned with questions and answers in an interview setting because they narrow the focus of my listening. As a result, I could miss very subtle statements, allusions, or body language. Laub says of the testimonies he collects, though also, it seems, to Mary Marshall, “if you back off there’s more that comes.” This seems like very good advice.
The most striking part of the interview for me, however, was when Laub talked about photographs and their role in helping a person start to tell about their trauma. He describes the oldest photographs that people have inside themselves. Something about that statement was completely arresting to me, I guess because it allows for something small but external and solid to become internal, intangible, and completely foundational to memory. There also seems to be an element of possession involved in this concept too; when I think of the photographs I would use to tell my own story, they are so essential to my understanding of my life that without them, I would be lost. I’m thinking of one particular picture from a Saturday morning when I was 5. I’m in a room in my parents’ house with my cat, Gypsy (who my sister named after Stevie Nicks). I’ve seated her on a lawn chair covered in afghans and I’m standing in front of a rocking chair in my nightgown with a long stick that I’m using as a pointer while I teach Gypsy the lessons I learned in school. Then there are also the photographs of people who I never met, like the picture of my great, great aunt Sylvania sitting in the woods next to her whiskey still with her hunting dog beside her, and her long-johned legs sticking out of her skirt.
There’s so much life around all of these things that are objects, and so much of it is imagined—or maybe, more precisely, the connection made around the objects are so imagined, and so much a product of personal narration. Though they are no less true, and certainly no less important.
