September 28th, 2007 §
One of my favourite sites, Alternet, has a photo essay here on Andrew Lichtenstein’s new book, Never Coming Home. This launches their new multimedia series and features a slideshow of some of the images used in the book as well as an interview with Lichtenstein.
Andrew Lichtenstein’s new book, Never Coming Home, shows the faces behind the daily casualty statistics in the Iraq war. Each week, these men and women killed in Iraq are buried and mourned, privately and publicly, in deeply personal scenes of love, loss and remembrance.
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September 27th, 2007 §
September 24th, 2007 §
I felt inadequate and a little afraid, without quite knowing why.
Was it her toughness? Her anger? Her warmth? Was it the timbre of her voice? Or the whiplash of her patience? Was it the strength of eyes? The weight of tears? The lines on face or hands? Was it her otherness? Or sameness? The particularities of her life? Or the universalities of ‘their kind’? Was it the imagining of rejections so vast and so wide that no earth can swallow them? » Read the rest of this entry «
September 24th, 2007 §
September 20th, 2007 §
(Dearest) Hajira,
I am writing to inform you (regretfully) that you will never be a doctor. Today, when I came to your house by chance (because you saw me passing on your street and I will always remember how I heard a delighted “hi” – you were imitating what I had said while meeting and leaving last time – and looked up and there on the rooftop, your energetic, eager, bespectacled face) and met your brother and asked him if you would work later, he shook his head quite firmly and said that it was out of the question. » Read the rest of this entry «
September 19th, 2007 §
3 pm
A slum area in Saidapet.
Two girls in black hijabs lean against the gate of a small house. Curious but friendly looks. They greet me in English. There is something proud in the way they wrap their mouths around the words, learnt painstakingly. » Read the rest of this entry «
