05/02/2026
Healing Art
The Banksy statue that just went up in the middle of the night in Waterloo Square in London is, of course, fantastic: the man in the suit so defiantly holding the flag that renders him blind, his trailing hand balled into a manly fist, his resolute stride is so purposeful, so confident, and of course we see that stride at the exact moment that reality is about to catch up with him, and hard. This art is exactly what we, in this moment, need.
You know what we don't need? To know who Banksy is. Seriously! To the reporters, editors, and management at Reuters: read the room, folks! We didn't want to know who Banksy is, we wanted TO WANT to know who Banksy is!
Here: I was in London, having just been interviewed on the BBC, and I was just standing there in that wonderful city, savoring the afternoon, and looking a some graffiti on a wall, wondering if it was a Banksy.
And (I kid you not) a door opened in the wall, and a guy in a cook's uniform walked out, lit a cigarette, saw me looking at the graffiti, and in heavily accented English (he sounded Middle Eastern to me) said "You are wondering is Banksy? Is not... BUT... around corner is REAL Banksy!" and he gestured to my right.
"Aw, thanks so much, man!" I said, and he gave me the universal head-tilt/pooched-lip that says "happy to help." I walked around the corner and saw the real one. I think it was one of the rats, I don't remember. I stood soaking it in for a minute.
As I came back past the guy, still smoking, I thanked him again, and then, jokingly, said "Wait a minute... are YOU Banksy?"
To my utter delight, he threw his head back, laughed heartily, and then suddenly, with mock severity, pointed at me, stared, and said "Maybe YOU are Banksy!!"
I treasure this memory. I love people. Left to our own devices, we do all right. So seriously, Reuters, leave us alone. I'm not going to read your article. Read the room and stop giving us what we don't need. We get enough of that from our governments.
Photo: Martin Pope, Getty Images.