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The Would-Be Assassin and the Camera

Analyzing the hauntingly-modern portrait of Lincoln assassination co-conspirator Lewis Powell

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It’s not uncommon to hear someone say that they were haunted by an image, often an old photograph. It is a figurative and evocative expression. To say that an image is haunting is to say that the image has lodged itself in the mind like a ghost might stubbornly take up residence in a house, or that it has somehow gotten a hold of the imagination and in the imagination lives on as a spectral after-image.

When we speak of images of the deceased, of course, the language of haunting approaches its literal meaning. In these photographs, the dead enjoy an afterlife in the imagination.

I’ve lately been haunted myself by one such photograph. It is a well-known image of Lewis Powell, the man hanged for his failed attempt to assassinate Secretary of State William Seward. On the same night that John Wilkes Booth murdered the president, Powell was to kill the secretary of state and their co-conspirator, George Atzerodt, was to kill Vice-President Andrew Johnson.

Atzerodt failed to attempt the assassination altogether. Powell followed through, and, although Seward survived, he inflicted tremendous suffering on the Seward household.

I came upon the haunting image of Powell in a series of recently colorized Civil War photographs, and I was immediately captivated by the apparent modernity of the image. Nineteenth century photographs tend to have a distinct feel, one that clearly announces the distant “pastness” of what they have captured.

That they are ordinarily black-and-white only partially explains this effect. More significantly, the effect is communicated by the look of the people in the photographs. It’s not the look of their physical appearance, though; rather, it’s the “look” of their personality.

There is distinct subjectivity — or, perhaps, lack thereof — that emerges from these old photographs. There is something in the eyes that suggests a way of being in the world that is foreign and impenetrable. The camera is itself a double cause of this dissonance.

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First, the subjects seem unsure of how to position themselves before the camera; they are still unsettled, it seems, by the photographic technique. They seem to be wrestling with the camera’s gaze. They are too aware of it. It has rendered them objects, and they’ve not yet managed to negotiate the terms under which they may recover their status as subjects in their own right. In short, they had not yet grown comfortable playing themselves before the camera, with the self-alienated stance that such performance entails.

But then there is this image of Powell, which looks as if it could have been taken yesterday and posted on Instagram. The gap in consciousness seems entirely closed. The “pastness” is eclipsed.

Was this merely a result of his clean-shaven, youthful air? Was it the temporal ambiguity of his clothing or of the way he wore his hair? Or was Powell on to something that his contemporaries had not yet grasped? Did he hold some clue about the evolution of modern consciousness? I went in search of an answer, and I found that the first person I turned to had been there already.

Death on Film

Roland Barthes’ discussion of death and photography in Camera Lucida has achieved canonical status, and I turned to his analysis in order to shed light on my experience of this particular image that was so weighted with death. I soon discovered that an image of Powell appears in Camera Lucida. It is not the same image that grabbed my attention, but a similar photograph taken at the same time. In this photograph, Powell is looking at the camera, the manacles that bind his hands are visible, but still the modernity of expression persists.

Barthes was taken by the way that a photograph suggests both the “that-has-been” and the “this-will-die” aspects of a photographic subject. His most famous discussion of this dual gesture involved a photograph of his mother, which does not appear in the book. But a shot of Powell is used to illustrate a very similar point. It is captioned, “He is dead, and he is going to die …” The photograph simultaneously witnesses to three related realities. Powell was; he is no more; and, in the moment captured by this photograph, he is on his way to death.

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Barthes also borrowed two Latin words for his analysis: studium and punctum. The studium of a photograph is its ostensible subject matter and what we might imagine the photographer seeks to convey through the photograph. The punctum, by contrast, is the aspect that “pricks” or “wounds” the viewer. The experience of the punctum is wholly subjective. It is the aspect that disturbs the studium and jars the viewer. Regarding the Powell photograph, Barthes writes:

The photograph is handsome, as is the boy: that is the studium. But the punctum is: he is going to die. I read at the same time: this will be and this has been; I observe with horror an anterior future of which death is the stake. By giving me the absolute past of the pose, the photograph tells me death in the future. What pricks me is the discovery of this equivalence.

In my own experience, the studium was already the awareness of Powell’s impending death. The punctum was the modernity of Powell’s subjectivity. Still eager to account for the photograph’s effect, I turned from Barthes to historical sources that might shed light on the photographs.

The Gardner Photographs

The night of the assassination attempt, Powell entered the Seward residence claiming that he was asked to deliver medicine for Seward. When Seward’s son, Frederick, told Powell that he would take the medicine to his father, Powell handed it over, started to walk away, but then wheeled on Frederick and put a gun to his head. The gun misfired and Powell proceeded to beat Frederick over the head with it. He did so with sufficient force to crack Frederick’s skull and jam the gun.

Powell then pushed Seward’s daughter out of the way as he burst into the secretary of state’s room. He leapt onto Seward’s bed and repeatedly slashed at Seward with a knife. Seward was likely saved by an apparatus he was wearing to correct an injury to his jaw sustained days earlier. The apparatus deflected Powell’s blows from Seward’s jugular. Powell then wounded two other men, including another of Seward’s sons, as they attempted to pull him off of Seward. As he fled down the stairs, Powell also stabbed a messenger who had just arrived. Like everyone else who was wounded that evening, the messenger survived, but he was paralyzed for life.

Powell then rushed outside to discover that a panicky co-conspirator who was to help him make his getaway had abandoned him. Over the course of three days, Powell then made his way to a boardinghouse owned by Mary Surratt where Booth and his circle had plotted the assassinations. He arrived, however, just as Surratt was being questioned, and, not providing a very convincing account of himself, he was taken into custody. Shortly thereafter, Powell was picked out of a lineup by one of Seward’s servants and taken aboard the ironclad USS Saugus to await his trial.

It was aboard the Saugus that Powell was photographed by Alexander Gardner, a Scot who had made his way to America to work with Matthew Brady. According to Powell’s biographer, Betty Ownsbey, Powell resisted having his picture taken by vigorously shaking his head when Gardner prepared to take a photograph. Given the exposure time, this would have blurred his face beyond recognition. Annoyed by Powell’s antics, H. H. Wells, the officer in charge of the photo shoot, struck Powell’s arm with the side of his sword. At this, Major Eckert, an assistant to the secretary of war who was there to interrogate Powell, interposed and reprimanded Wells.

Powell then seems to have resigned himself to being photographed, and Gardner proceeded to take several shots of Powell. Gardner must have realized that he had something unique in these exposures because he went on to copyright six images of Powell. He didn’t bother to do so with any of the other pictures he took of the conspirators. Historian James Swanson explains:

[Gardner’s] images of the other conspirators are routine portraits bound by the conventions of nineteenth century photography. In his images of Powell, however, Gardner achieved something more. In one startling and powerful view, Powell leans back against a gun turret, relaxes his body, and gazes languidly at the viewer. There is a directness and modernity in Gardner’s Powell suite unseen in the other photographs.

My intuition was re-affirmed, but the question remained: What accounted for the modernity of these photographs?

Resisting the Camera’s Gaze

Ownsbey’s account of the photo shoot contained an important clue: Powell’s subversive tactics. Powell clearly intuited something about his position before the camera that he didn’t like. He attempted one form of overt resistance, but appears to have decided that this choice was untenable. He then seems to acquiesce. But what if he wasn’t acquiescing? What if the modernity that radiates from these pictures arises out of Powell’s continued resistance by other means?

Powell could not avoid the gaze of the camera, but he could practice a studied indifference to it. In order to resist the gaze, he would carry on as if there were no gaze. To ward off the objectifying power of the camera, he had to play himself before the camera. Simply being himself was out of the question; the observer effect created by the camera’s presence so heightened one’s self-consciousness that it was no longer possible to simply be. Simply being assumed self-forgetfulness. The camera does not allow us to forget ourselves. In fact, as with all technologies of self-documentation, it heightens self-consciousness. In order to appear indifferent to the camera, Powell had to perform the part of Lewis Powell as Lewis Powell would appear were there no camera present.

In doing so, Powell stumbled upon the negotiated settlement with the gaze of the camera that eluded his contemporaries. He was a pioneer of subjectivity. Before the camera, many of his contemporaries either stared blankly, giving the impression of total vacuity, or else they played a role — the role of the brave soldier, or the statesman, or the lover, etc. Powell found another way. He played himself. There was nothing new about playing a role, of course. But playing yourself, that seems a watershed of consciousness. Playing a role entails a deliberate putting on of certain affectations; playing yourself suggests that there is nothing to the self but affectations. The anchor of identity in self-forgetfulness is lifted and the self is set adrift. Perhaps the violence that Powell had witnessed and perpetrated prepared him for this work against his psyche.

If indeed this was Powell’s mode of resistance, it was Pyrrhic: ultimately it entailed an even more profound surrender of subjectivity. It internalized the objectification of the self which the external presence of the camera elicited. This is what gave Powell’s photographs their eerie modernity. They were haunted by the future, not the past. It wasn’t Powell’s imminent death that made them uncanny; it was the glimpse of our own fractured subjectivity. Powell’s struggle before the camera, then, becomes a parable of human subjectivity in the age of pervasive documentation. We have learned to play ourselves with ease, and not only before the camera. The camera is now irrelevant.

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In the short time that was left to him after the Gardner photographs were taken, Powell went on to become a minor celebrity. He was, according to Swanson, the star attraction at the trial of Booth’s co-conspirators. Powell “fascinated the press, the public, and his own guards.” He was, in the words of a contemporary account, “the observed of all observers, as he sat motionless and unperturbed, defiantly returning each gaze at his face and person.” But the performance had its limits. Although Ownsbey has raised reasonable doubts about the claim, it was widely reported that Powell had attempted suicide by repeatedly pounding his head against a wall.

On July 7, 1865, a little over two months after the Gardner photographs, Powell was hanged with three of his co-conspirators. It doesn’t require Barthes’ critical powers to realize that death saturates the Powell photographs, but death figured only incidentally in the reading I’ve offered here. It is not, however, irrelevant that this foray into modern consciousness was undertaken under the shadow of death. It is death, perhaps, that gave Powell’s performance its urgency. And perhaps it is now death that serves as the last lone anchor of the self.


About the author: Michael Sacasas is a PhD student currently studying “Texts and Technology” at The University of Central Florida. You can read more of his insights on his blog, Twitter or in his newly-released e-Book “The Tourist and the Pilgrim.” This article originally appeared on Sacasas blog and in the non-profit magazine The New Inquiry.


Image credits: Colorized photograph by Mads Madsen.


 
  • Thomas

    “Hanged,” not “hung.” ;)

  • Mescalamba

    There is a bit strange thing about Powell. If you check how people looked in that age, faces, eyes etc. You will notice that they looked quite different from us. Frankly most of them look pretty ugly or very strangely “non-human”.

    But Powell? That guy looks like he was born 21 years ago.. not century and half ago. He looks very “out of his time”. If you could describe person as futuristic, thats what he looks like..

  • http://www.ericomori.net/ Eric Omori

    Perhaps that is because his chin is up more in the photograph and the clothing he is wearing doesn’t relate to any certain time period.

  • Bre

    I hate that. I know it is supposed to be “hanged”, but never once do I read “Hanged” and not stop for a moment and think how weird it sounds. I wish it was “hung”

  • Scott

    I wonder if because of that he was the ugly one? Or if he was amazing handsome? I’d assume if he was regarded as handsome he’d be too busy with the ladies though :D

  • Spongeboob

    I originally thought that hanged and hung were equally acceptable words for the past and past participle form of hang. I just did a search on this subject and was amused to see that there is actually an exception. The word “hanged” is more appropriate to use when it is used in the sense of killing and/or death. Cool, I learn something everyday.

  • DLCade

    Fixed :) Thank you for pointing that out! For the record, we agree with Bre ;)

  • Trevor Dean Photography

    Agreed on all points and reflections of the article, but I also have to ask, does it maybe come down to something much more simple. In the photographs of that period, the lighting is usually very flat, depth of field is deep, and backgrounds are normally very subtle. In both the colored version and the second photograph, the lighting is very dimensional. The background has interesting texture. The depth of field is shallower than normal for that period (perhaps due to the angle which is uncommon for the period as well), and in general there is more contrast.

    Either way, these photos are eerie and definitely captivating (mine at least). I can’t stop looking back at them. Excellent post!

  • http://www.purveyorofdifferent.com Scott M

    And to think….he could have been an Abercrombie model.

  • ccccc

    maybe WE are no more human…

  • Andy

    Totally agree. The distinct, pock-marked turret as a background for these photos immediately caught my eye.

  • Katy McHenry

    Amazing post.
    Thank you.

  • eatkin

    It reminds me of a comment made by Alex Jones several years ago. He deduced that people look different in old photographs because they haven’t had their souls sucked out by mass propaganda and their constitutions reduced through poisoning of the food, air and water supplies. He read that they look 100 times more vital and alive and individual. Which makes some sense.

  • http://bit.ly/mattaka Matthew Wagg

    I read Camera Lucida a while back and Barthes does an amazing job of dissecting photography in it. I personally feel that it should be required reading for anyone wanting to pick up a camera and using it seriously.

    I really enjoyed reading this article as well. Its not the usual beginner tripe that is the staple diet provided to us. Thank you for writing something thought provoking and deeper than the usual shallowness.

  • cmchale

    Intriguing article. Thanks.

  • harumph

    Browse through photographs of 19th Century actors, actresses, models, etc. and you’ll find that although there may have been different standards of beauty in that period, there are still plenty of stunningly beautiful faces. People weren’t uglier back then; photography was just unsophisticated and awkward.

    http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2214/2344543592_ec2ce5bba8.jpg

  • Andrew Iverson

    Actually, you’d be surprised how much clothes, hair and makeup, not to mention posing and camera styles, can make people look so different. It’s also who tends to get photographed at the time. This also applies to what is considered fashionable in body weight at the time too. There is a thing called “Laver’s Law” that explains it a bit. I guess it’s good i get to sometimes put all those years in fashion history to use. ;)

  • Rocket Todd Bradshaw

    More proof of time travel…

  • elle

    Extremeley well written, researched article. I felt all your words. Bravo !

  • elle

    I’d really like to see the original black & white first picture of this article of Lewis Powell athought it is beautifuly and perfectly colorized. The rigor mortis look on the couple’s face might be because of the long wait before capture in those days… Tt
    Thank you so much for your work !

  • jimmy hickey

    People are hanged, curtains are hung

  • http://reciprocity-failure.blogspot.com/ Stan B.

    I’m sorry- isn’t this the absurdly photogenic football player post?

  • Tam

    I predict the first image being recreated by hipsters with their instagram filters and posted all over social media as profile pictures…

  • MelanieU

    It may also be that people back then sat as if their portraits were being painted. Today we smile as a photo is snapped, back then, that could be an hour or so. So they may just be used to sitting emotionless… I dunno…

  • lump1

    I think it would make a great fiction story to portray Powell as a time traveler. His mission was not to kill Lincoln, but rather to organize a conspiracy to fake Lincoln’s assassination – so as to make it consistent with all the historical data that is available to us and our descendants. We all think that Lincoln died, but we might be wrong. His death might have been faked by a technologically advanced time traveler, and we’d be none the wiser. Of course time travelers cannot change history, but what they can do is to make history better than it seems to historians.

  • Syuaip

    Whoaaaat?

    BTW, great article.

  • Shane King

    While photography was still developing as an art and a technology, the works at the time (including the ones in the article) show that it was not ‘unsophisticated’. Rather, tastes and fashions of style are deliberate choices that go in and out of fashion– for instance, naturalism and realistic representations went in and out of favor several times in Roman and Western art.

  • Daniel Kim

    Maybe it’s because he is a time traveler. He is actually a man who reaches adulthood in 2034, and then travels back in time to kill Seward. His failure and subsequent execution closes the loop on his life, creating a constantly moving eddy of time through which his life travels, ends and begins again. No wonder he has no awkwardness in the face of a camera!

  • Robert Grimm

    I don’t think the DoF is more shallow than normal for the time. I think it is more noticeable. These pictures were taken on an ironclad. The USS Saugus was a Monitor-style ship with a large, circular tower on the deck. Considering the speed of the wet plate collodion process, the photos must have been taken on the deck in daylight, so he would have been up against that tower. We’re used to seeing portraits of the era against a background that is flat and at least a few feet behind the subject, but here, we’re seeing a background that is curved and directly behind him. That causes a very small part of it to be in the DoF, making it unusually noticeable.

  • Brian Fulda

    Fun fact – they used to have metal clamps that were mounted onto the backs of the subject’s necks to keep them still for the duration of the exposure.

  • Sparky

    Powell was bat-spit crazy. Maybe we can just say that’s why the photos are intense, instead of going through all this post-modern gaze-gazing.

  • Savi You

    Sounds like it could be the plot for Primer II :)

  • The Hung

    Some people are hung, too (like me) xD

  • yak yakker

    People are hanged; objects (and juries) are hung.

  • W.I.

    It’s a fascinating idea. Whether or not it was true of this particular individual we’ll never know, but certainly this notion of “playing oneself” before the camera, though rare then, is now commonplace. I have to wonder also, if in this particular case there might have been a mental illness at play (i.e. sociopathy) rather than a conscious decision that accounted for the difference in affect.

  • WI

    Notes on facial expressions in psychopaths:

  • Lynton S. Vandersteen

    I’ve been behind a camera most of my life and professionally (mostly motion) for 25yrs. No matter how hard a subject or actor tries to ignore the fact that there’s a permanent record being created the camera is part of the story. When the photographs were taken of Powell the medium was not as “understood” as now but Powell intuitively knew this would be his legacy. Powell did a deal with the Devil and he knows the price. If you look past the obvious, evil is looking you straight in the eye but Powell’s resistance creates a forced ambiguous gaze. I agree about the time travel but its not Powell that went back rather its the now too familiar face of darkness we’ve come to know in the highly documented age we live. The same “look” can be seen in the eyes of Hitler, Saddam and any of the “modern” Powells.