After many hours of labor, love, and levels, the exhibit of the work produced during the [EXPOSURE]/Aftermath Project workshop in Ajmer, Rajasthan, India is up! Swing by Slater Concourse Gallery in the Aidekman Arts Center to check it out, and read more about students’ works. Mine is up here!
After letting the sites on my Google Reader grow exponentially the past couple of weeks, I finally went back in and hacked it down to truly worthwhile sites. And so I figured I’d pass along some of the ones (photo/journalism/photojournalism related) that made the cut!
- No Caption Needed: NCN, run by two professors at Indiana University, a blog that is “dedicated to discussion of the role that photojournalism and other visual practices play in a vital democratic society.” They have some wonderfully insightful commentary on all sorts of images, and feature new photographers each week!
- 10,000 Words: “where journalism and technology meet.” All sorts of neat lists and tips on multimedia journalism, often linking to other great, lesser-known sites.
- Hey, Hot Shot!: the blog is for the competition of the same name, which is “the premier competition for photographers seeking greater exposure and recognition for their work.” More fine art oriented, with some really beautiful work popping up from time to time. And hey all you young, emerging photographers – you should think about applying!
- GOOD: a really fantastic site that describes itself as “a collaboration of individuals, businesses, and nonprofits pushing the world forward.” You can submit photoessays to them, contribute to the blog, or view the portion of the site dedicated solely to infographics. And who doesn’t love infographics?!
- TomDispatch.com: a site run by Tom Engelhardt with a slew of fantastic guest contributors, it offers smart, insightful commentary and criticism on “our post-9/11 world…a clear sense of how our imperial globe actually works.”
- Mort Unplugged: Mort Rosenblum has co-led a number of [EXPOSURE] workshops with VII Photographer, Gary Knight, and is a strong voice for the need for quality reporting. Mort’s pieces are thoughtful and thought-provoking, reflecting his current goals to “to rescue ‘the media’; to reclaim democracy; to halt terracide; to fight poverty and plagues; to curb corporate colonialism; and to set a great but misguided nation back on course.” Good stuff!
- The Spinning Head: Asim Rafiqui co-led [EXPOSURE]’s most recent workshop with Sara Terry, founder of the Aftermath Project, and this is his personal blog that explores a plethora of issues, including but not limited to a discussion of contemporary journalism, in a fascinating and provocative way.
- DVAFOTO: “is two young photojournalists, Matt Lutton and M. Scott Brauer, sharing their work and the news and pictures that they find interesting.” They also have a fantastic blogroll with links to other great sites.
- Neiman Reports: “For more than six decades, Nieman Reports has explored what it means to be a journalist, examined major shifts in the industry, and shared with its worldwide audience articles about the rights and responsibilities of news organizations.” A great go-to for journalists, run by the Nieman Foundation for Journalism at Harvard.
So that’s a few that I’ve been particularly fond of as of late – feel free to follow one, or none, or all of them! And post with your own favorites – always great to have interesting new things to play with on the internets!
[And in case you need a way to keep track of all these sites, try using an RSS aggregator like Google Reader, or set up an account with delicious.com, a ‘social bookmarking’ site (whatever that means…!) that lets you tag pages and then reference them from any computer, so you’re not tied down to a specific machine or browser. A lifesaver for all things research and interesting!]
The Last Village
by Elizabeth Herman
The drought had begun the transformation of the village of Kankarda, sucking its lands of their productivity and people of their livelihoods. Yet it was the railway project cutting through the center of the community that sealed its fate. The notice came in 2004, an edict not a request, with rate fixed and an order for a signature on the dotted line: a railway is to be built through your property, please relinquish control to the government. Options nonexistent, in 2007 families handed over multi-generational farmlands in exchange for a lump sum that wouldn’t even cover the cost of a lawyer to dispute the situation. Progress came knocking down the door, splitting the lands and the culture of the village with the path of a train.
Kankarda has always been defined by its physical elements; the people have lived off the land for centuries, set off from city life by a winding road that weaves its way through hills and pastures on the outskirts of Ajmer, Rajasthan. When the rains slowed nearly two decades ago, residents hoped it would pass. They held out hope for years and years, only to have the door to their rural heritage slammed firmly closed by the oncoming railway. And now this new, artificial physical element stands poised to redefine the way of life in the village, accelerating the generational divide that has been developing since the start of the drought.
Babu Singh, an eloquent yet soft-spoken twenty-eight year old social worker, has grown up as the influcence of modernity within Kankarda has. He is a sort of bridge between the past and the present; his ancestors were the patriarchs of Kankarda and he feels deeply connected to the spirit of the community and ways of the old, yet he is at the forefront of progress as one of the village’s two university graduates.
In his youth, life centered on community; the physical proximity of families working together on farms, of residents sharing their lands and their days provided a cohesion and sense of belonging to an often-backbreaking existence. But the drought, which began in Babu’s tenth year, meant little hope for future generations of farmers. Even though they held out hope that the children would one day return to the lands their grandparents cultivated, parents began to see sending kids to school, rather than keeping them home to work the fields, as the more worthwhile investment. This dual mentality was reflected in Babu’s childhood who, like that of most of his peers, split his time between the fields and school, learning both skills in order to keep his options open.
But then the railway line arrived, and with it the stark realization that Kankarda would no longer be responsible for its destiny or the future of its new generation. It was the first indicator of new India emerging around them, an India impatient for an industrial and capitalist modernity, daring its citizens to either catch up or get out of its way. Families were forced to sell off productive lands and lost the ability to graze their cattle, which impelled Kankarda residents to seek work and education outside the village limits. Now, Babu laments, “the village – what used to be a village, with all its connections and interconnections and social networks – is finished.” After pausing and collecting his thoughts, he continues, “The whole closeness and culture of the farming community, of people who farm the land, of the bond – that’s pretty much done. The family unit has been torn apart with people having to go to different places to work.”
These new livelihoods have redefined the interests of the youth; the ways of the old, of the land, do not concern them anymore. Instead city life beckons, alluring in its novelty and opportunity to define one’s own space. While the youth spend a majority of their waking hours in the city, the connections of the village are still strong enough, or the benefits of bunking with their parents alluring enough to keep youth living in the village. As such, city culture has begun to span the 5 kilometer commute between Ajmer and Kankarda, outfitting the youth in jeans and polos and a new sense of entitlement that leaves elders disheartened and exasperated.
Thus Kankarda finds itself at the intersection of the old and the new, with currents clashing within the confines of the town. This once tight-knit community is maintaining a precarious coexistence, with modernity gradually squeezing into the narrow pathways of the farming village. One can see the transformation daily – in the cellphones that dot a nighttime prayer session, the motorbikes that skid past goats heading to pasture. The contrast of the male elders’ turbans to the youth’s carefully oiled and slicked-back hair.
Expectations vary, Babu explains. “The older generation expects reverence, expects honor from the young generation, but the younger generation is arrogant, confident, they have no time for these old people. They are now focused on getting ahead and not on these old, traditional things. So it’s come to the point where if the older generation shared their wisdom with the younger generation, they just dismiss it. There is no respect, there is no value for wisdom of the old in the new generation of the modern era.”
Assuredly, there are positive aspects to such expansion. In a mere ten years, the village has gone from three hours of electricity daily to access twenty-four-seven. Waterlines are soon to be expanded from the city system. Land values are rising as the city expands outward, crossing into the village limits.
Yet these material gains run the risk of overwhelming Kankarda’s ideas of home. Those of a place where children have the freedom to roam from home to home, playing in the streets and fields with their distant cousins. A community that welcomes a complete stranger into their world as an honored guest for two weeks, no questions asked. A place where evening skies are met with the smell of fresh chipatis cooking over small fires in open courtyards, where mugs of chai zigzag their way through narrow streets during intimate gatherings. In another ten years time will locks on fences have become as prevalent as the televisions that already peek out from behind wood paneled doors in virtually every residence?
Few understand how best to respond to these changes. While opinion for the railway has not been entirely negative thus far, as individuals who were forced to sell already unproductive lands were fairly happy to trade them in for a cash payment, such a sightline may not be far enough; little thought has been given to what will happen when the lump sum runs out. Few have saved any part of their payment, with many spending on transient, material objects like food and motorbikes that hold little value over time.
But change they must. The railway line is only the tip of the wider tectonic shifts taking place in India’s economic, political, and cultural landscape; these shifts, as the nation lurches into a globalized capitalist modernity, will shake the very social and cultural foundations that have defined her society, history and heritage for centuries. And it is in places like Kankarda where these tremors are most being felt. How the residents of India’s small towns, which represent 71% of her population, survive these decades of change may well determine the success or failure of India’s march towards modernity, and what is left behind along the way.
“Education for All”
by Elizabeth Herman
The seven o’clock bell clangs and feet, springing to life, scamper towards the voice booming from the loudspeaker. Its commands, singsong in cadence, bounce off white washed schoolroom walls. Students fall into lines stretching the length of the building, rows of dark blue bottoms and light blue – collared shirts. A passerby smiles: these kids found a way to go to school despite the poverty that surrounds them.
But as quickly as students scurry from the classroom, that thought evaporates. The truth is that most kids their age at work now, either with parents at home, at a job they have likely had for years, or in the rice paddies. Secondary school is an accomplishment only 31 percent of Cambodian children achieve as opposed to 90 percent who go to primary school. Only 5 percent will reach the third level, and fewer still will graduate.
Some might say Cambodian children are lucky to have any schools at all 30 years after the Khmer Rouge. Among their first actions on seizing power was to close all schools and start a systematic execution of teachers. Only 5,000 out of 20,000 teachers survived.
After the Khmer Rouge’s rule, attempts to rebuild education moved slowly. More civil strife left the country with sub-par schools and low enrollment rates. Literacy rates were 85 percent for children and 75.6 percent for adults respectively compared to 98.0 percent and 93.4 percent elsewhere in Southeast Asia. For adult woman, the rate is 66.7 percent compared to 90.6 percent for the region.
Cambodian education once brought pride. After independence in 1953, King Sihanouk developed infrastructure with astounding vigor. He built hundreds of schools in an attempt to create a national identity.
One man who has followed the fall and attempted rise is To Kim Sean, director of Education of Youth and Sport in Siem Reap. Growing up in a peasant family, Mr. To said he would “go to school half of the time and work half of the time.” He was educated in Sihanouk’s schools and then taught later from 1971 to 1975 after receiving his BA. When the Khmer Rouge took power, he was one of the few teachers who survived. His experience gave him perspective on the broken education system.
Mr. To recognizes the system should be overhauled. “The government should train the children to get both a general education and technical training,” he said. “From my experience, technical training is extremely important. During the Khmer Rouge, though it was a hard time, I was able to survive knowing the technical farming skills that I know. If we can train children in both ways, then perhaps they can achieve more success.”
This method might seem pointless in Siem Reap with its bustling streets and crowded markets, but it could be extremely useful in agrarian villages. These villages are plagued by high drop out rates after primary schools. Many have no secondary schools, and villagers can’t afford the time or money to head for town.
But even if the schools were in children’s backyards, many still could not go. They’re needed to help their families. Driving through Phnom Kong, it’s not rare to see a 4-year-old child washing clothes by a pump or tending to the family’s cooking fire. As early as nine, the children are encouraged to work as recyclers, beggars, booksellers, and more. When they hit their mid-teens, they’re often expected to have at least a part-time job.
To increase enrollment, some countries have adopted programs known as conditional cash transfers (CCTs) in which parents are given money, and sometimes food, in exchange for keeping their children in school. In places such as Mexico, communities have seen startling results. CCTs have been especially successful to help increase numbers of students continue on to secondary school, which is when many Khmer children drop out.
In the absence of such programs, many Cambodians see education not as an investment that leads to increased income but rather as a risk – and one that including losing an additional salary. When families earn a dollar a day, that matters.
Anna Svey, now 16, was forced to leave school after eighth grade to work and care for her family. Though she recycled cans from age 9 and hawked books on the streets since she was 12, she found a balance all too familiar to young Cambodians – school from 7 to 11, then work after lunch. Anna was the first in her class and reading is still her favorite pastime. But her mother’s seventh child, with the death of her father, was too great a strain.
Now she spends mornings cleaning and cooking. At night, she asked tourists in perfect English to buy her cheaply photocopied books. She sells maybe one, maybe two, but more often none. Her mother depends on this income, so she perseveres.
Older Cambodian children often forgo school to support their siblings. Ms. Am, mother of four and recently a widow, was forced to let her two older sons drop out to support the family and keep the two younger children in school. “I decided to send all of them to go to school and see which one is the better one and who can advance their education, so later on I can expect that they would work in a company and make some money,” Am said.
For children who only work, few hopes lie ahead. When asked what she would like to do, Anna said, “Whatever my mother wants me to do. I will do whatever she says.” Most likely, that means working for the family, contributing her salary to feed for six brothers and sisters.
Even those children who stay in school face difficulties: large classes, generic teaching methods, badly trained and unmotivated teachers, and a lack of resources. Teachers, underpaid, often take an additional job and become restless when they their students cannot focus.
Still, important steps have been taken over the past decade to train teachers. The Ministry of Education has opened new facilities, and foreign voluntary agencies help. VVOB, an education for development program run by the Flemish Association for Development Cooperation and Technical Assistance, works with the Provincial Teacher Training College in Siem Reap to train teachers. Free of cost and working around a five-tiered learner-centered methodology, it is running from 2004 until 2009.
Tola Keng, a 23 year-old student there, managed to continue his education through high school, unlike to two of his eight brothers and sisters, who had to leave school due to economic hardship.
Now, he feels he’s found his calling. “This school is so different from studying in the secondary school in the countryside. In secondary school, you learn many different subjects. But here, you are trained to become a leader; I’m being trained to become a teacher. I want to become a leader for my people, to help them be good people.”
On Nguon, the assistant project director, said, “We want to work on capacity building here and fund and support teacher training in order to guide teachers to learn the learning-centered methodology.” He sees this as a vast improvement from the repetitive and rote recitation of the traditional teacher-centered ways.
Although Mr. On is hopeful, he says there is a long way to go; “If you compare Cambodia to other countries in the region, like Malaysia and Thailand, we are still at a lower level than them, especially in the lower schools.” Just as the killing fields stand as a constant reminder of the Khmer Rouge, so does the brokenness of the education system that persists today.
Most disheartening is the fact is that many feel the golden age of education in Cambodia is a past success rather than a future goal. King Sihanouk’s overhaul of the education system created an incredible infrastructure of schools, but that surge in enlightenment thinking all but vanished with the country’s decades of civil strife that followed.
However, there is hope. The Ministry of Education has passed three policies that are working to improve enrollment rates and quality of lessons. NGOs like VVOB are working with the government to learn how to better teach Khmer youth. And, when prodded a bit more, Anna admits that one day she would like to save up enough money to move to Australia or England and open a store of her own. Perhaps, a bookstore.
This story broke a few weeks ago, but as it’s an on-going issue…
I first heard of it though Sara Terry, with her tweet of:
Dangerous. The Pentagon is profiling reporters and their reporting. Must read.
The link sent me to a story in Stars and Stripes (an excellent news source to follow, by the way!) about how the Pentagon has been profiling the reporters it has been granting embeds to during the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. The report finds that “Contrary to the insistence of Pentagon officials this week that they are not rating the work of reporters covering U.S. forces in Afghanistan, Stars and Stripes has obtained documents that prove that reporters’ coverage is being graded as “positive,” “neutral” or “negative.”
This controversy makes you wonder about, makes you return to the very role and purpose of journalism. Conflict photography, for better or for worse, overwhelms mainstream news sites, so what does it mean when a significant portion of mainstream reporting is being funneled through official channels in the form of embeds? One quote in particular stood out to me in this story:
Rear Adm. Greg Smith, director of communications for the International Security Assistance Force in Afghanistan, wrote: “To imply journalists embedded with our forces only serve to highlight positive aspects of our mission slights the professional journalists who regularly embed with our forces and report what they experience, both good and bad.”
If you’re wearing sunglasses, all will look shades darker peering through their frames – things beautiful and terrifying alike. And while this metaphor may be a stretch, I’ll leave it at that and open this one up to discussion, as it’s quite late and I’d rather hear what you all have to say on this issue rather than listening to myself write! Thoughts? Questions? Ideas? What are the advantages of embedding, and what about the reports they produce need to be taken with a grain of salt?
“Satellites” is the culmination of Jonas Bendiksen’s fascinating seven-year photographic journey through unrecognized countries, enclaves, and isolated communities on the periphery of the former Soviet Union. From Eastern Europe, Central Asia, the Caucasus and Siberia, he takes us into little known places where the stark legacy of the Soviet collapse continues to evolve: Transdniester, Abkhazia and Nagorno Karabakh, the Ferghana Valley, the Jewish Autonomous Region, and the spaceship crash zones on the Kazakh steppes. In these outposts, the transition to the post-communist world order brought mixed results – some lost everything to bloody civil wars, while others find themselves in tiny pariah states that remain all but closed to the outside world. Some evolved peculiar self-styled brands of capitalism, others simply packed their bags and left.
unfortuantely, i can’t embed it here, but take my word for it, it’s worth the click through…
it’s wild here. completely overwhelming, but that was to be expected. Delhi was unbelievable – you take some hair raising car rides, and we took a train down to Ajmer that let us see the Rajasthani countryside. the colors are incredible – all the women, no matter if they’re rich or poor, wear these brightly colored saris – orange, neon yellow, florescent pink – and look so beautiful and ethereal in them. i think the internet is too slow to upload pictures, but i may try to let some load overnight. we’ll see.
there was this huge electrical storm tonight in which it didn’t rain for a long while – just lightning skipping between the clouds. but then, all of a sudden, the skies opened up and it just poured. a literal monsoon. we were about to eat dinner outside, and had to quickly dart in! but made sure to stop on the porch and watch the sheets of rain coming down for a while.
besides that, the jet lag still lingers and afternoon naps beckon when the temperature hits 100F. luckily, that’s when the light’s the worst for photographs! Jess and i have a lovely room that overlooks the courtyard and has a duck for a doorkeep, and we’re both pretty tired right now and are going to hit the sack. i’m still working on building my hindi vocabulary, but for now, namaste!