Posts tagged photography

Many of us don’t know why the recent news of the condemnation of General Rios Montt in Guatemala is such a big deal. He has received a sentence of 80 years for genocide and crimes against humanity (click here to read more), in a sort of Guatemalan Nuremberg trial. The genocide claimed 200 thousand people.

If you wonder what it means for Guatemalans of every age, look where they demanded his trial.

The angel image on the back of the man’s T-shirt is the photograph that came to symbolize the country’s civil war, by a photographer who made it his life’s work not to let his countrymen forget (click link for more of his images).

The man is wearing the shoulder blades of one of the many bodies that were found in mass graves in Guatemala, thanks to the General.

This is what Guatemalans who were lucky enough to find their relatives were left with.

The story of what Guatemala has been through is familiar to our parents, but most of us don’t know it. We should.

Listen to it here, on the incredible radio that is This American Life. I listened to it a few months ago and sobbed through most of it, but I feel and always will feel that we owe it to those who have suffered to hear their story and know it. So please consider giving up one evening of your Mad Men fix and learning something you will never unlearn.

When I travel I have a habit of taking pictures from cars, in cars, and of other cars and the people who drive them. I did so again in Damascus, Syria when I was there in Dec. 2010, thinking that the more I acted like a clueless tourist, the less likely I was to end up in the grip of the Syrian secret police if I happened to take a picture of the wrong thing.

Now I think of the faces whose eyes I looked into, and I wonder where and how they are, and most of all, if they are.

“There is a massive internet photo trend brewing amongst youths in Japan right now that involves taking pictures of teens who appear to be releasing invisible energy that sends their peers flying. The photo mania is especially popular amongst schoolgirls who started the trend by uploading images on Twitter and labeling them as “Makankosappo”, a reference to a special attack in the popular manga-turned-anime Dragon Ball series”.

More here.

I believe in ugliness for the sake of future beauty. I believe that some atrocities demand to be looked at, to be examined, to slap us in the retina with their grim suffering - to be withstood. In the name of awareness, in the name of history, in the name of prevention. And out of respect for those who endured them. I’m not sure what’s worse - seeing other people’s suffering and it’s horrific ugliness, or laying eyes on photographs that render their suffering somehow beautiful.

What I know is that James Nachtwey’s work makes it impossible to say, we didn’t know. This is by far one of the most worthwhile TED talks I’ve ever watched.

A weekend at the cottage.

In my worst moments, this is how my friends have made me feel. Wrapped in itsokyoullbefinekeeotryingdrinkup.

In my worst moments, this is how my friends have made me feel. Wrapped in itsokyoullbefinekeeotryingdrinkup.

To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
- Victor Hugo
From the gorgeous photo set by Steve McCurry
‘I am around ninety years old. I had a happy life. A good husband. I tattooed his initials on my chest. Unfortunately, he died in 1976.
The worst day of my life is still buried deep inside my soul. I had two daughters before the war. But then the war started here and my daughter got pregnant. We started running away. But the belly of my daughter was very big and we had to rest. They asked: ‘Is it a girl? Is it a boy?’ They opened the belly and took the baby out of the stomach. They threw the baby in the water and they killed my daughter.’ Jessie Jon, Liberia
Image © JR; caption text by Marco Berrebi
from Women are Heroes, by my hero JR.

‘I am around ninety years old. I had a happy life. A good husband. I tattooed his initials on my chest. Unfortunately, he died in 1976.

The worst day of my life is still buried deep inside my soul. I had two daughters before the war. But then the war started here and my daughter got pregnant. We started running away. But the belly of my daughter was very big and we had to rest. They asked: ‘Is it a girl? Is it a boy?’ They opened the belly and took the baby out of the stomach. They threw the baby in the water and they killed my daughter.’ Jessie Jon, Liberia

Image © JR; caption text by Marco Berrebi

from Women are Heroes, by my hero JR.

Taryn Simon: The stories behind the bloodlines

Taryn Simon’s dispassionate way of re-inserting the deaths, the disappearances, the feuds, the erasure of certain family members into their own bloodlines lies somewhere between clinical research and a plea. It’s as though the clinical way she presents her work allows us to see and absorb the chaos it depicts without being overwhelmed. So that by the time you’ve experienced each chapter, and the layers of violence/chaos/disappearances it addresses, you’ve absorbed and witnessed every possible conflict that would cause someone not to exist on paper anymore.

We all have gaps in our bloodlines, stories we don’t tell, faces we prefer to forget, names we don’t pronounce or even know within our bloodlines - this is where disorder meets the order of a bloodline. Beautiful. (click title to watch her TED talk)

The Bosnian conflict in photographs, 20 years later.

This year marks the 20th anniversary since the beginning of the Bosnian conflict. I was 19 years old when it began, and even though I remember my father covering the conflict for Reuters from Belgrade, I didn’t pay as much attention as I now know I should have. So now I will. No matter how hard it is to lay eyes on these images, it’s a small gesture of acknowledgment and respect towards all those who suffered and still do.

These are images taken by top photojournalists of their time covering the conflict, courtesy TIME Lightbox.

(Roger Hutchings)

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“I had to run away never wanting to look back. For, I felt, I had just witnessed mankind at its worst, something that even today still affects me, how simply mankind can be led astray from moral behavior, with politicians and media that can use hate laced with patriotism to drive their wicked agendas.”

-Christopher Morris, VII.

“I was approached by a group of three or four young girls that told me about a woman who hung herself on the tree nearby.They took me to some woods where I saw the surreal scene: a woman wearing a red cardigan looking more like levitating than hanging, several meters above the ground, surrounded by green leaves. On my way back I saw a U.N. soldier and I told him about what I saw. He said something like ‘let’s take care of those that are alive, for now.’

(Photo/quote, Darko Bandic)

“The dead woman had been walking towards Sarajevo, presumably from the countryside, given her attire, and had passed along a stretch of road exposed to Bosnian Serb or Serb snipers. Someone had shot her in the head and her body lay exposed on the road as cars sped by at top speed to avoid a similar fate.”

- Photo/quote, Santiago Lyon.

“Theodor Menon, the presiding judge of the Appeals Chamber at the International Criminal Tribunal for Yugolsavia, made this statement about Srebrenica: By seeking to eliminate a part of the Bosnian Muslims, the Bosnian Serb forces committed genocide. They targeted for extinction the 40,000 Bosnian Muslims living in Srebrenica, a group which was emblematic of the Bosnian Muslims in general. They stripped all the male Muslim prisoners, military and civilian, elderly and young, of their personal belongings and identification, and deliberately and methodically killed them solely on the basis of their identity.” - Photo/quote, Gary Knight, VII
Read more: http://lightbox.time.com/2012/04/05/bosnia/#ixzz1rAq0rH8e