Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts

Saturday, 5 November 2016


Thing I've experienced lately: 

It's one thing trying to reason with people so stupid, xenophobic and racist that they can't be reasoned with. 

It's another thing trying to reason with intelligent, educated, or at least generally 'good' people that possess minimum standards of compassion and respect towards others, and find that they are willing to support a man like Trump. 

When I hear friends, invariably white male friends, talk about how Clinton is so corrupt or that the status quo is so bad that voting in Trump, a complete idiot, or the other idiotic third party candidates, is actually a better option than voting in Clinton (because 'even if he's shit, at least he'll change things up and force everybody to reevaluate', I just want to slap them. 

And I don't even think Clinton is an ideal candidate. I think her foreign policy stance is really aggressive and worrying, but all else considered, she is NOWHERE near the level of 'corrupt' that many people make her out to be, and though she seems corrupt to some extent, there have been previous Presidents and other men in similarly high-up leadership positions that have done much worse and were never called out on it the way Clinton has. 

If you're going to argue that Clinton is corrupt, don't you fucking use that email scandal, or her changed stance on gay marriage. These are BOTH things politicians have done FREQUENTLY - i.e. deleting emails, leaking classified information, changing their stances on key issues. So if you're going to use these as justifications, FUCK NO. 

If you want to put her in jail for the email thing, put David Petraeus in jail, and thoroughly investigate Bush as well. If you want to attack her for changing her stance on gay marriage - remember that people change. I've had friends who used to slut-shame other girls in class, but are now staunch feminists who fight against this very mentality. I've had friends who were Christian and strongly pro-life, but having grown up, met different people at university, and learnt about the real consequences of pro-life policies for women, and are now pro-choice. When I was 15, I didn't think climate change was worth combatting compared to other issues, and was an anthropogenic global warming denialist. Obviously, I'm not now.  

If a person has changed, and is willing to fight for the right position now, how in the world is that a bad thing??? Even if, yes, Clinton is 'strategic' about her stances - this is not necessarily the worst thing. Being strategic is fucking necessary. People talk about idealism like it's actual realistic. No. 

Compromise is what's realistic. Being smart is what's realistic. And these. Aren't. Bad. 

Overall, Clinton is no Obama, but she is by faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar the most qualified, and the least harmful for America. 

To all the friends who would vote for somebody else just because they don't like Clinton - firstly, you have bought into the hyperbole. You are brainwashed. She isn't THAT BAD that TRUMP is the better option. You're fucking crazy if you think otherwise. 

And now I'm going to use that word that white males hate - 'privilege'. 

You know why I can't support Trump/Stein/Johnson (remember that a vote for a third party candidate basically just gives your vote away to Trump)??? 

Because I'm a minority. You might have felt prejudice once or twice in your life, but for me, for women, for gays, for Mexicans, Muslims, Indians, Blacks and other people who will certainly bear the brunt of the hate that will no doubt explode in massive ways as Trump rises, and which even he will not be able to control, is why I can't take the fucking cop out option of voting for Trump or somebody else other than Clinton, no matter how much we dislike Clinton for other reasons. 

WE. CAN'T. AFFORD TO. 

Already, there are Trump supporters hanging Black dolls from their trees in the front yard, simulating the lynchings of the 1950s, when the KKK was at its peak. Already, there are Trump supporters gearing up with an arsenal of guns and other weaponry, ready for a civil war if Trump isn't elected (this is true btw, there are undoubtedly people doing this and it has been reported). Already, even non-Trump supporters are goaded on by the blatant racism revealing itself on screen and in the streets, and in fucking New York, we recently had two Muslim women get kicked out of a restaurant, get verbally abused on the street, another Muslim woman get set on fire outside an upscale Manhattan boutique, and a Chinese-American man (who was an editor at New York Times) get told by a wealthy-looking white woman in the city centre to 'Go back to China!' and some other racist epithets. 

SO REALLY? ARE YOU BLIND??? ARE YOU DEAF??? Do you not SEE what's happening? Do you not UNDERSTAND what will happen and what is already happening? 

I feel the fear. Do you? You can't. You don't know what it feels like, do you? To have your family and your parents always feel insecure about being subject to racism. To be scared of walking home alone at night. To have friends care more about French people than the suffering of people in countries that many Australians come from. 

OF COURSE NOT. You're white and/or you're a man. You literally cannot feel how we feel. You just don't have to deal with the same problems. And I'm not being a crazy SJW here, but honestly, if you can still support Trump at this stage, or even justify him with a 'oh Clinton's worse' or 'he'll change things' sort of bullshit argument - get the fuck out. I am fed up with how blind you are. 

Thursday, 13 October 2016

The goddamn truth: people are f*****


I seriously might have to delete this post in the future. 

Every single fucking day for the past two months, I have been constantly disappointed by the sheer number of fucking retards that I've had to deal with. I'm not even angry. I'm just 

Every single fucking day I read any comment thread on the internet, it's like watching real-time retrogression of humanity, and the imminent end of our evolutionary vector, because god knows - Trump, a guy who advocates non-consensually grabbing women 'by the pussy', is that close to getting his hands on America's nuclear missile launch codes. But not just that, despite myself being aligned with left-wing principles, I am physically disgusted by the increasing aggressiveness of other left-wing activists ('social justice warriors') for yeah, living up to the stereotype of being absolutist and sanctimoniously shutting down any argument that doesn't adhere to their own superficial values. Some of the things vomited out by both the left and right wing have been... ridiculous. And it's fuelling each other.

You know what. At this point, having the earth bombed to a charred, ashen, marshmallow of a planet and toeing the line of human extinction might be the purgatory we all need. That earth needs. Fuck, I don't even care anymore.

I have a lot of sympathy with Adrian Veidt of Watchmen, and I have no problem sanctioning certain 'methods' against certain people that I know some of you more admirable and morally pure-hearted would never agree to, like downright assassination (but surreptitiously, of course).

I literally ranted about this in my previous post about how, because I've been exposed to a lot of shit (in life and in the news) when I was young, I am able to take the more realistic approach to certain issues. And of course, there are some issues so complex that I acknowledge it is impossible to take sides, but what we can do and should do is calm the fuck down and look at the facts. And here's a fact I want to reiterate: human nature is not a 'blank slate'. We're fucked. Admit it. Things like jealousy, insecurity, suspicion, anger, compulsiveness, truculence - these are the things that lead to conflict, potentially massive conflict. And frankly, these are fundamental human characteristics, and as with positive traits like altruism and empathy, they will always exist. You can never make it go away, except try and strike a balance. Unfortunately, however, it's the negative traits we all embody that result in greater consequence for society. Trust me, I'm not being cynical. I'm just being an adult. And it's why we all miss the blissful ignorance/innocence of our childhood.

And since I'm ranting....

Ever heard of Peter Scully? The Australian man who engineered a paedophile ring in the Philippines and for years trafficked young girls and raped babies in dungeons to produce content for his subscribers? I remember reading about this when I in high school, when some of the material he produced were merely 'urban legends' of the dark web.

Well, he deserves death. And not just death. But a slow, tortured, excruciating death. If I had the ability to carry this out myself, I fucking would. I would ... I shouldn't even type out the things I'm thinking because it is literally so despicable that I almost feel just as fucked up. But sometimes, I look at my friends, who have never experienced huge prejudice in their lives, or the friends who make cheesy posts about the Paris Attacks but ask them about what's happening in Istanbul or Pakistan, and they're like 'what?'... and you can't help but think - People. Don't know. Shit. 

Even me, ranting about problems like lack of Asian representation in the media. Yeah, I get frustrated at people who use the cop-out justification 'Hollywood is a business'. They clearly recognise there's a wrongness in whitewashing, or white saviour tropes (when you explain it to them), but because they've never felt it from YOUR point of view, they feel no need to speak up the way I do. So their automatic subconscious response is to kind of dismiss the petitions and rants they see popping up on Facebook, because it just doesn't affect them.

Now. Imagine. Being a black person in America. The problems they're facing. My problems almost seems like a goddamn privilege compared to the shit THEY deal with, and the dismissiveness THEY have to fight and have been fighting since they were goddamn shipped to America as slaves.

Anyway. Adulting. It's fun.

Sunday, 2 October 2016

Exposure to the dark web, 4chan and sex, violence, and gore

My ability to tolerate other people and their shitness is amazing. Actually, my ability to tolerate the stupidity and ignorance of worldwide society is amazing. If you've actually read my previous posts, you'll know I've had a lifetime of training for this. And not just because I've had to deal with atavistic adults in my personal and professional realm, but because I used to be an avid commenter on contentious news articles and intrepid explorer of the dark web. You might laugh but the latter is mostly represented by 4chan (being the springboard to even darker material), which I used to check up on a lot to smirk at politically incorrect jokes, many of which would have broken provisions in the Racial Discrimination Act/your souls. But I also go on to analyse the fascinating psyche, attitudes, opinions and beliefs of this much derided and hormonally imbalanced community.

The reason why 4chan is interesting to me is because it is a no-holds barred communication platform. Under anonymity, people say what they really think and feel. And they can be as ragey as they want. Obviously, there's a lot of racism, sexism, homophobia etc. that's prevalent on the threads, but being aware of how ingrained these attitudes are among certain 'lowlifes' of our communities, and how secretly they hold onto these attitudes, is in itself a highly valuable sociological insight. If you can handle the porn and shitposting, sometimes you do come across some very serious and personal stories about family, romance, academia... usually, these are really sad stories from lonely and depressed people who have nobody else to talk to. Being able to look through this window into another person's most deeply held fears, insecurities, or experiences, is something that I think most of us would find interesting to read. And it does make you a little bit wiser when interacting with other people. You never know what sort of pain others are going through, and if you go into 4chan with full awareness of its nature, you (ironically) become more attuned to the effects of bullying, family violence, and depression.

Secondly, 4chan is the birthplace of many of the internet's greatest urban legends, catchphrases, memes and global online movements, including the now infamous hacktvisit group, Anonymous. I mean, how can you resist? Even if I weren't a journalist and an intensely curious/voyeuristic person, I'd still be like 'whoaaa, this is so cool, I'm actually watching people talk about how they're going to take down Sony'. And then days later, millions of Sony accounts get hacked, causing a worldwide shitstorm. The Sony hacks were stupid, but what was exhilarating was watching the progression of individual hackers and self-proclaimed shitlords come together online for the first time and hatch a global-scale rebellion, against a powerful corporation, a politician, or just some celebrity they don't like (e.g. Justin Bieber/Taylor Swift). It's not something you get to see every day within the peeling confines of your staid, quotidian lecture theatres - teenagers and college students manipulating big agendas. 

Apart from 4chan, I frequently browse LiveLeak, which is a video-hosting website for uncensored content that wouldn't be available to find anywhere else. LiveLeak is the sort of place you go to find the latest uncensored videos of police brutality against black people, the immediate aftermath of an airstrike hitting and maiming Syrian children, the wanton bashing of a woman to death inside a McDonald's located in a bad part of China, gang fights between members of different Colombian drug syndicates, scenes of people being shot during the Paris Attacks, a couple of cruel adolescents in Scotland pissing on a classmate in the schoolyard... It's where you go if you want to stare the cold hard truth of humanity in the face. And accept human nature as it is.

It would sound very sad and very pathetic if I were to just go up to a stranger, or even a friend, and be like 'yeah, I grew up surfing 4chan, LiveLeak, Encyclopedia Dramatica...'. 4chan in particular, obviously has a reputation for being 'the asshole of the internet' and a place where pubescent idiots congregate. But personally, and almost hilariously, I'm a better person for it. I know exactly how fucked up people can be. I know exactly the sort of suffering humans willingly inflict upon each other. And in knowing, seeing, and virtually sensing the full brunt of bigotry, pain and physical or sexual violence around the world, I know that I analyse things more clear-sightedly, and more pragmatically or realistically than other people. 

I see beyond the surface of mainstream media. I learn to question what I'm reading and not simply accept versions of the 'truth' espoused by outlets like The New York Times or The Guardian, which can be ridiculously leftist; CNN, which is journalism's sobriquet for 'international tabloid'; NowThis, whose popular Facebook videos are edited in ways that are often grossly and actively manipulative (please for the love of god treat NowThis as an editorial, not a news source); New Statesman and many other British news publications, (at least in the past) that are dominated by Eton and Harrow educated male editorialists; and well, every media publication because every writer comes with their own bias. Including me, though I try to be as balanced and self-aware as possible. 

Additionally, because I was exposed to a lot of violent imagery when I was young (e.g. my parents making me watch a film on The Nanking Massacre when I was 15 so I got to see dead babies on the street and women being raped by sticks and other foreign objects) is an absolutely pivotal reason why I feel so passionately about human rights and just generally, stories of injustice, and why I chose to pursue journalism and law. When you're so young, and you see a dead boy who was bashed so violently by KKK sympathisers that his entire front face had caved in (Emmett Till), or the puny hunched figure of an emaciated Sudanese baby crawling inches away from a lingering vulture (Kevin Carter's 1994 Pulitzer winning photo), you. Fucking. Change. There was no way I could fathom a future career in finance, banking, or some other blood-sucking industry that won't somehow allow me to address the wrongness I saw in society. Just by the way, I think the finance/banking industry is one giant corrupt as fuck dickhead that needs to be castrated or at least sterilised by some hard-hitting laws. I seriously wouldn't mind going all Saw 1 on some of Wall Street. And I can't help feeling physical disgust towards all my peers who worship Big Banks and Investment Bankers. 

Anyway, the last thing I have to say is that going on all these sites and witnessing or partaking in these brutally honest online exchanges - I've learnt to listen and be empathetic, and soft when I need to be, but savage as fuck when the time beckons. Or perhaps I don't need to be 'savage as fuck', but I've learnt a lot about how to approach people, to stand up for myself tactfully, to learn when to hold back from spraying somebody with expletives or vocabulary they don't understand, to embrace machiavellian social strategy (hitherto only in work life) like winning over the loyalties of your enemies' friends and subsequently overturning power dynamics (lawl), and just in general, being a more realistic and socially attuned person. Also, thanks to that one friend I have who, purely by me observing her, taught me how to be much more 'life smart'/street-smart. 

Having said that, this was just my personal experience, and more likely, those who surfed 4chan as adolescents turn out more immature than mature. But yes, it is certainly a fascinating world. 

Sunday, 15 November 2015

Everyone shines a light for France. But who's going to shine the light for Beirut?

Nobody. And that's the truth. Because tonight, while all the western European countries are putting on pretty, poignant displays of French colours over their iconic buildings and bridges, the suffering of humans in Lebanon are ignored. And for the first time in my life, the hypocrisy is actually pissing me off. 

Yeah, lots of things are pissing me off these days. Incessant make-up advertisements tailored towards me simply because I'm a girl; stupid ass puns on Facebook; the cretins defending the Apple store security guard; "safe spaces", "trigger warnings" and sanctimonious "social justice warriors" all make me want to rip a stress ball to shreds. 

But at this very moment, nothing pisses me off more than hearing someone say "I'm not racist, but we need to stop accepting refugees" or worse, "turn them back, we need to protect our own citizens first." 

These people are so fucking selfish. Fuck. 

You are essentially saying that humans of the Middle East are not worth the same value of humans from first world European/Western societies. Somehow, they're of lesser quality. Not worth a response. 

Indeed, we've become so immune to violence in the Middle East, so used to hearing about Syrians, Lebanese, Libyans, Jordanians, Israelis, Palestinians, dying and being slaughtered - that it's not even 'news' anymore. Middle Eastern people aren't even 'humans' anymore. They're just facts, statistics, numbers that you see on a fucking screen. 

Syrians, for example, are victims of chemical attacks from their own government. They're being used as literal human shields by all sides, being locked up in cages and dragged in front of rebel tanks/cars/soldiers. They're being indiscriminately targeted by Russian airstrikes. Hundreds of thousands die. And netizens don't give a flyingggggg fuck.

Earlier this month, Syrian women caged by militants and used as shields against airstrikes.

To be honest, a few months ago, I probably wouldn't have given it that much thought either. I'd see the pictures, gasp, and then move on. But I don't want to have this response anymore.

Tonight really woke me up to that. 

I have Muslim friends from international student club groups at university who feel persecuted every day by the inane comments of racist Australians like Pauline Hanson. 

I have Cambodian friends whose parents fled their home country on shoddy boats to seek asylum in Australia and still deal with anti-"boat people" sentiment, while being illegally paid below-minimum wages. 

I have Sri Lankan friends whose families are scarred by the recent civil war between the Tamils and Sinhalese, and who carry those scars and tensions with them into the classroom even if they try to hide it.

I have been taught humanities by a (blonde-haired, blue-eyed) teacher who was a second generation Lebanese-Australian, who once brought in Lebanese food for the class, and whose son was also a student in my year level. 

I have grown up with Pakistani Muslims in primary school, including one boy who did a class project on Jet Li and shared his love of Linkin Park with a Vietnamese classmate in the computer rooms when they really weren't supposed to be there. 

I have listened to intelligent friends subconsciously uphold racist stereotypes with remarks like "sorry, I just don't date Asians". 

I have taken friends back home and listened to my relatives make off-hand racist remarks about how dark their complexions were, and how they might steal things from our house.  

I have had one friend also make off-hand racist 'jokes' about Indians smelling like curry and having dirty bathrooms while we were sitting inside an Indian restaurant, surrounded by Indian families. 

And while I love a few politically incorrect jokes myself, I would never fucking do that^.

So screw this world. Screw racists. Screw ignorance. And fuck your stupid little racist jokes. 

Wake the FUCK UP to what you are doing and contributing to. Put things in freaking perspective. Think of all the friends and acquaintances that might be affected by your words, or omissions. And stand up for them. 

Because as Emma Watson said - if not me, who? If not now, when? 


Friday, 3 October 2014

Occupy Central in Hong Kong

It's been a tumultuous few weeks in Hong Kong. One of my best friends is currently on exchange at Hong Kong University, and she tells me that every day there are students skipping class to take part in their own Occupy Central protest on university grounds. Classes have diminished in size, while public spaces, mostly centred around Admiralty, have ballooned with impassioned truants.

Here's a photo she sent me:




Who knows what will happen a week from now - whether it's going to escalate or die down - but it has been fascinating watching the responses of my peers to Occupy Central. Over this past weekend, a number of my mother's colleagues staged a peaceful demonstration outside the Victorian State Library, holding placards emblazoned with democratic slogans and draped with yellow ribbon. A man whom I personally know was said to have orchestrated the event, and later on in the day, I saw a Facebook video of him making a rousing speech to at least a hundred others about how overseas Hong Kongers must show their support and pride for those at 'home'.

"Later, if someone comes up to make a speech - film it, put it online and let everyone know that the Hong Kong people of Melbourne are not just sitting here doing nothing, but that we also have a voice. We will let the world know, the people in Hong Kong know, that we are actively supporting democratic Hong Kong!" 

Video accessible here:




Saturday, 15 February 2014

Weekly News Dump 15/2/2014

Happy Valentine's!



Caption: “Recently, a detachment of officers and men from the People’s Armed Police in Liangshan, Sichuan held roses to depict ‘thousand-armed Guanyin,’ celebrate Valentine’s Day’s arrival, and use this opportunity to express sincerest wishes to their sweethearts a world away.”


Ugly side of beauty business
Global Times | 2014-2-13 18:38:07 
By Lin Meilian



"At 5'9 ('short'), in my mid-20s ('old') and a curvier-than-average frame ('fat'), I probably wouldn't have worked as a model in Paris or Milan, but I was embraced by Istanbul and China," she wrote. 

...  dem bracketed explanations.

The Chinese traditional greeting "Have you eaten?" sounds very annoying to Western models as they are constantly hungry, Maria Makarenko, 21, a Russian model and actress in Beijing, told the Global Times.

...

"Sex will always quietly surround those who make a career selling their image," she wrote. "But in Asia, it's pervasive: model life, if one so chooses, becomes a hypersexual nightscape of drugs and promiscuity." 

One of her friends, a Canadian model named Rebecca, was once asked by the manager of one of Beijing's most popular nightclubs to stay for one such after-party. She was told she could earn 10,000 yuan in one night for "entertaining" a Chinese businessman. 

"After refusing, she returned home in tears," she wrote.

Full article via Global Times

Norway Mass Murderer Demands Better Video Games in Prison



Anders Behring Brevik killed 77 people in Norway in 2011. Since he said that he usedCall of Duty to practice his aiming andWorld of Warcraft to hide his plans, video games have been became part of the story of his horrific crime. Now, 18 months into a 21-year prison sentence, he's demanding that his PS2 be upgraded to a PS3.

Via Kotaku


Former Japanese Prime Minister Meets Comfort Women

via The Diplomat , Feb 15, 2014
Considering that in the past few weeks, Japanese PM Shinzo Abe, his LDP cronies and the NHK media have made amazingly stupid and provocative comments/actions that completely deny Japan's wartime aggression, this comes as a nice interregnum in the whole 'LET'S STIR SHIT UP' mentality of the Japanese government.

Viral Drinking Game Kills 4 

Video via CNN, Feb 14, 2014
The Neknominate dares have caught on in Britain and now the Brits are going absolutely crazy, with politicians getting in on the safety debate and outraged dads being pulled in for interviews.

A Vintage Commercial for Contraceptive Pills in Korea

via www.thegrandnarrative.com .  Click link for detailed analysis.


How a Math Genius Hacked OkCupid to Find True Love



An uber cool read: via Wired


Thursday, 13 February 2014

Book: The Reluctant Fundamentalist

Oh my gad. Dem feelz.


Why did I read this?

To help my COD and LOL/DOTA addicted brother get through the throes of VCE English.

Did I like the book? 

Yes. I loved it.

As I closed the woebegone cover of a library copy, I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair, letting the crepuscular shards of sunlight hit my closed eyes through the window's laced curtains. I stared up at the ceiling and heaved, a single tear rolling down my cheek. I could almost hear Norah Jones' come away with me play in the background - the perfect soundtrack to a cliffhanger ending that was both sudden and utterly compelling.

What. A. Story.

Why did I crai?

I know for sure that if I had studied this book to death for VCE, I wouldn't have liked it as much, or even liked it at all. Firstly, I would have been way too caught up with the technicalities i.e. analysing the context, prose, themes, motifs, quotes. That would have stultified any sort of initial enthusiasm I had for the story. Secondly, I would have been too young and inexperienced to gage the significance of the protagonist, Changez's agonising self-discovery. 

But now, at 19.83 years of age, having lost the cock-sure attitude of first year uni and now grappling with issues concerning the uncertainty of my own future, I could actually empathise with Changez's problems. See, one of the main narratives in this story is about the 22 year old Princeton graduate's career at the exclusive valuation firm, Underwood Samson. After battling his way through a ridiculously competitive interview process, Changez wins a position at the firm and becomes its top new performer. Life seemed perfect. He got good money. He was dating a beautiful girl he had been smitten with for a very long time. He had won people's respect.  

But what does this all amount to in the bigger picture? 

Nothing, as Changez would discover.

His home country, Pakistan, is being invaded by American troops. His family lives in fear and danger. Pakistani cab drivers in New York are being racially abused after 9/11.
The love of his life spirals into depression.  
His company, Underwood Samson, gets rich by advising other companies where to lay off workers.

On the surface, his life seemed perfect. But behind the facade, things were pretty fucked up, and he was not in a position to change the status quo. To be honest, that's reality for most people. 

I related so much to Changez's story because like him, I once had a very clear image of my life's trajectory - I was so sure of where I was going to go. I was ambitious, passionate and idealistic. In fact, I wanted to change the world.

Suddenly, some shit things happened and I grew up a bit. Whether it be family or friends, academics or career prospects, some of my friends and I were becoming disillusioned, upset and a bit lost. We all felt the need to 'ace life', or at least show everyone else that we were. We were confronted with harsh realities and we had to make hard decisions. 

For Changez, 9/11 and its aftermath definitively changed the way he looked at America, but it was not until the girl he loved, Erica, committed suicide that he finally woke up to discover a robotic white-collar life at Underwood Samson did not amount to anything resembling true happiness or 'The American Dream'. He quit and went back to Lahore where his family lived. 

Of course, the book touches on a lot of other themes including American neo-Imperialism and cultural identity. These are pivotal catalysts for the story but for me, it was primarily Changez's harrowing love story with Erica and his disillusionment with his career that really hit me hard in the feelz. I guess my interpretation of where in the story lies its significance also says a lot about who I am and what I've been through.

I would recommend this book to everyone, especially people who are at least of university age. Not to be condescending, but I doubt most high schoolers, especially the happy-go-lucky ones would be able to truly empathise with Changez and understand the weight of his decisions.  

But... whatever. Good luck to my bro.


Thursday, 19 September 2013

My top 5 most shocking photographs that changed the course of history

WARNING: Graphic content below.

In 1911, an American journalist named Arthur Brisbane said: "Use a picture. It's worth a thousand words."
Although many previous and subsequent writers have undoubtedly written variations of that expression, it was not until the 30s when photojournalism, along with the film industry and an increasing desire for more effective wartime propaganda, flourished and people began to recognise the inherent power of a still visual. After The Great War, photojournalism began to develop into what I and many believe was the most important medium of the next few decades.  

Between the 30s and the 70s, often regarded as the golden age of photojournalism, an incessant string of wars provided more than ample opportunity for photographers to capture the worst of humanity. The blood, the guts, the smiling faces of future war criminals, the agonising tears of dying civilians. For the first time, people sitting in their living rooms, sipping tea and reading the newspaper, could see what was happening miles away on a battlefield. They didn't just read words about this and that event - they could see the human faces behind it, and that made the brutality of what was happening around them extremely hard to ignore.

Ultimately, there were photos which left such shocking after-tastes in people's mouths that it eventually changed the course of history - rousing members of the public into protest, forcing governments to intervene in foreign wars and even playing a large part in ending the war itself.

Below, I have compiled a list of 10 photos that I believe did just that - photos so horrific and cut so deeply into people's memories that they became rallying points for change and reform, or at least - indelible icons of human cruelty and suffering.


1. Vietnamese Girl Running From Napalm Attack, 1972

Taken by Huyn Cong (Nick) Ut in 1972 near the South Vietnamese village of Ayod
Many people say photojournalism reached its apogee in the 60s and 70s when the Vietnam War became the first war to 'play out in people's living rooms'. Televisions had just become popular and the US government, partly wanting to rouse public support for their own soldiers fighting in Vietnam, and partly due to inexperience with such new mediums, had pretty much allowed full and unfettered access for journalists to cover whatever they wanted on the ground.

But as the war raged on, this decision backfired enormously. More and more photos popped up in the media depicting the squalid deaths of Vietnamese civilians - collateral damage in a war that was not only going no where, but getting worse.

Most shockingly, rumours about US soldiers committing atrocities against innocent men, women and children were verified when photos surfaced of the notorious 1968 My Lai Massacre (if there's anything I remembered studying about the Vietnam War in high school, it was that); My Lai - a village that was only inhabited by the elderly, women and children, was nevertheless burnt to the ground by a company of US soldiers. Women were raped. Children were slaughtered.  Bear in mind - we are talking about atrocities carried out by Americans. 


The My Lai Massacre 1968


Soon, pictures like the above made front page news in America. But in 1972, Kevin Ut's 'unbelievable' photo of a nine year old Vietnamese girl named Kim Phuc, screaming in agony (saying "It's too hot! Give me water!") and running away from Napalm bombs - her clothes having eviscerated upon contact by the US developed chemical weapon - the American public had had enough. While anti-War sentiment had been building up, it now reached a climax. President Nixon, who initially believed the photo was phony, had to answer the furious calls from hundreds of thousands of protesters around the country who were calling their own soldiers 'rapists' and 'baby-killers'. Some soldiers who came back were apparently spat upon and some had to sneak into the country at night.

Eventually, Nixon had no choice but to begin pulling out large numbers of troops. After two decades, the war finally came to an end, albeit ignominiously, in 1975. 

2. The Brutality of European Colonialism in Congo, 1904

Taken by Alice Harris in May 1904 in Congo
This photo was taken in 1904 by Alice Harris, a missionary who was working in Belgian Congo. At first, it may be hard to make out what exactly is being depicted in the photo, as it was for me, but next to Nsala Wala is his daughter's hand and foot, received in a mailed package from Belgian authorities. 

Both his wife and daughter had been killed and mutilated by Belgian police in what was an accepted practice to deter theft. Alice and her husband were so appalled, they sent the photo back to Britain with the caption: “The photograph is most telling, and as a slide will rouse any audience to an outburst of rage.” 

They later went on tours in other countries, giving lectures about atrocities in Congo and denouncing Belgian treatment of the Congolese. Remember this picture and remember its significance - it launched the first successful human rights campaign in history. It appeared widely in books and papers and eventually pressured King Leopold of Belgium to relinquish the colony in 1908.

3. The Famine in Sudan: Vulture Stalking a Child, 1993

Kevin Carter's 1993 photograph of an emaciated Sudanese toddler being stalked by a vulture

Personally, this was THE photo. I'm not kidding when I say it, well, changed my life.

It was the start of year 11 when I came across this photo. Since year 7, after overcoming a very dark period, I had decided that I was going to dedicate my life to something that would make a difference. 

But when I saw this picture, I had never felt so strong about my convictions. I was also shocked at myself. I was sitting in front of my laptop, having just read an extremely horrifying story about rape in Congo, and then was led to another link about Kevin Carter's 1993 Pulitzer prize winning photograph. It was of a Sudanese toddler so emaciated and on the brink of death, that it had been abandoned in an open field, vulnerable to....A VULTURE?!?!

After being published by The New York Times and many other agencies, an unprecedented number of people rung them up to ask about the fate of the child, some also condemning Carter for not rescuing her. But in all, the photo did what it was meant to do - cause a reaction.

In the same year, Carter won a Pulitzer for the photograph. The following year, he committed suicide.

It was just so fucking perverse. I had just been bombarded with 1. a really shocking story about women getting raped so seriously they had developed fistulas and 2. a really shocking picture of a vulture waiting for a little kid to die and then eat. And the photographer so affected by it and the reactions of the public that he killed himself.

God. My mind was reeling with thoughts like: I've been alive on this earth for 15 years, how could I not even have heard of Kevin Carter, the Sudanese famine or the brutal rapes of Congolese women?  

It didn't matter that I was freaking thousands of miles away. The fact that I was living on the same planet as these people and didn't know a freaking shit about what they were going through really boggled my mind.

And then of course, the next day, I had to go and inform everyone in my high school politics class like an obnoxious activist. 'Guys, guys! Did you know that....' 

And I will NEVER EVER forget this, but a girl in my class told me to not talk about it anymore because it was... 'gross'.  And she didn't want to hear about 'gross' things.

I was like.
Holee. Shit.  

I was so pissed off. 


4. Genocide: The Killing of Bosnian Muslims, 1995

Taken by Darko Badic during the massacre of Bosnian Muslims 1995
(1995, that was after I was born, just thinking about that makes me feel....bleh)
Reblogging from Alex Selwyn-Holmeshttp://iconicphotos.wordpress.com/tag/bosnian-war/

In a few days in July 1995, Bosnian Serb forces massacred around 8,000 Bosnian Muslim men and boys in the town of Srebrenica, which was supposedly under the UN aegis. We stood idly outside, our rhetoric changed from ‘Never again’ to ‘Once More’.

Darko Bandic, a freelance Croat photographer working for AP, recalled the above photograph he took near the annihilated town:

I had arrived at this massive makeshift refugee camp in Tuzla early in the morning, around 5.30am. Tens of thousands of distraught women and children had poured into the camp the previous day.Just as I was about to enter the camp, two or three young girls told me they had spotted a woman hanging from a tree in the woods. They took me to her. I was actually a bit confused. I didn’t know exactly what to do. From the direction I was walking I could see her face, but obviously I didn’t want to shoot that. I shot just a couple of frames, then went back to the UN guard. I remember he was a Swedish soldier and I told him what I had seen. He said: ‘For now, let’s take care of the ones who are alive.’ 
I saw so many really awful things in Bosnia’s war, that was just yet another of them. I did wonder what horrific things must have happened to her to drive herself to take her own life. But I never found out. I never even knew her name until a year later.”

Her name was Ferida Osmanovic and her photo soon appeared on front pages all over the world. It was a metaphor for the Unknown Victim of the Balkan wars: faceless, defenseless, humiliated. 

At their Oval Office meeting, Vice President Al Gore told President Clinton, “My 21-year-old daughter asked about this picture. What am I supposed to tell her? Why is this happening and we’re not doing anything? My daughter is surprised the world is allowing this to happen. I am too.” His outrage was shared by many UN officials, NATO and US Army’s top brass.

President Clinton, whose initial comments on Srebrenica were lawyerly (‘the fall of Srebrenica undermined the UN’s peacekeeping mission’), was pushed towards an intervention by Gore. On the Capitol Hill, Senator Diane Feinstein was equally vehement; in a memorable speech, she used the photo to underline the plight of raped and murdered civilians in the war zone.

By July, the UN had given its military forces the authority to request airstrikes without consulting civilian UN officials. A comprehensive air support for other safe zones and retaliatory air strikes by NATO were launched against the Serbs. The bombing campaign finally brought the Serbs to the negotiating table in November 1995, when the Dayton Accords put an end to three and a half-year long Bosnian War.

[For details of Ferdia's surviving children, the Guardian story here.]*

The most striking thing about the photo — and Srebrenica massacre — was that it happened in 1995, exactly a year after the Rwandan genocide. My memory of both events is vague, but I saw them on CNN daily growing up. In fact, they were amongst my first memories of the world outside my family. They have shaped who I am today. No one — but especially no children — should see similar horrors unfolding, firsthand or otherwise.

Auschwitz. Srebrenica. Rwanda. Congo. Syria.

The list goes on.
 5.  The Face of Emmett Till - the Civil Rights Movement, 1955


This was the face of 14 year old Emmett Till before his brutal bashing and murder by two white men in Mississippi, August 1955. The picture below, shows his face after: 

His mother specifically requested an open casket funeral so the world would be able to see the truth
Again, this is a case I learnt in high school. I don't remember the teacher ever showing us the latter photograph, but we definitely came across it during online research.  

Emmett Till was 14 years old when he apparently whistled at a white woman as he walked out of a small grocery shop with some candy he had bought with his friends. Nobody knows what that whistle really meant. A greeting? A goodbye? A leery wolf whistle? Whatever it was, Carolyn Bryant had told her husband about the 'incident', and he found it deeply offensive. 

Since I can't be stuffed typing, the facts of the case, as outlined on Wiki:

Several nights later, Bryant's husband Roy and his half-brother J. W. Milam arrived at Till's great-uncle's house where they took Till, transported him to a barn, beat him and gouged out one of his eyes, before shooting him through the head and disposing of his body in the Tallahatchie River, weighting it with a 70-pound (32 kg) cotton gin fan tied around his neck with barbed wire. His body was discovered and retrieved from the river three days later.

The trial of Roy Bryant and J. W. Milam garnered huge attention from the press and you won't want to believe it - but there were newspapers (and almost all Mississippians) that defended them by exaggerating Carolyn's beauty and outright claiming that the whistle was indeed a wolf whistle (sexual connotations and all). But most egregious of all, an all white, all male jury acquitted the both of them:

Bryant and Milam were acquitted of Till's kidnapping and murder, but only months later, in a magazine interview, protected against double jeopardy, they admitted to killing him.

The case gave the Civil Rights Movement a huge push in momentum - so much coverage was given to Emmett Till's case that Mississippi became defined by his death. All around the nation, civic action groups were being formed to raise awareness of African American civil rights.

Three months later on December 1, a woman named Rosa Parks refused to give up her bus seat for a white man. And the rest is history...

Controversy:
 Little Wayne, an African-American rapper who doesn't know anything about US history, makes a dick move and references Emmett Till in a song, July 2013, forced to apologise by Emmett Till's family



WORTHY MENTION:
Because I'm tired, I'm going to reblog:

Dead US Soldiers dragged through Mogadishu (capital of Somalia), US pulls out, this failed campaign becomes the basis for Hollywood movie Black Hawk Down + also, the US doesn't intervene in the Rwanda genocide 1994 for fear that the same thing would happen



It was a media war that the United States lost in Somalia, ironic since its involvement was forced by the pictures of famine-stricken people there. In one of the clearest and earliest examples of the CNN effect, the war was repeatedly dogged by the dozens of press photographers. It is an anticipating media, not snipers or enemy combatants, that greeted the U.S landing forces in Mogadishu in December 9th 1992.
For a war that began with memorable images, it is both fitting and ironic that it ended because of another set of dramatic images. The photos taken by Canadian photographer Paul Watson, of a dead American soldier being dragged through the streets of Mogadishu spelled the beginning of the end for U.S.-U.N. peacekeeping force. Domestic opinion turned hostile as horrified TV viewers watched images of the bloodshed—-including this Pulitzer-prize winning footage of Somali warlord Mohammed Aideed’s supporters dragging the body of U.S. Staff Sgt. William David Cleveland through the streets of Mogadishu, cheering. President Clinton immediately abandoned the pursuit of Aideed, the mission that cost Cleveland his life and gave the order for all American soldiers to withdraw from Somalia by March 31, 1994. Other Western nations followed suit.
When the last U.N. peacekeepers left in 1995, ending a mission that had cost more than $2 billion, Mogadishu still lacked a functioning government. The battle deaths, and the harrowing images prompted lingering U.S. reluctance to get involved in Africa’s crises, including the following year’s genocide in Rwanda. In 1996, Osama bin Laden cited the incident as proof that the U.S. was unable to stomach casualties: when “one American was dragged in the streets of Mogadishu you left; the extent of your impotence and weaknesses became very clear.” Never before or since had a photo altered a nation’s political destinies so much so.



Sunday, 2 June 2013

Liberal Party Fundraiser for Emanuele Cicchiello: photo-dump

If you are unaware of my glamorous lifestyle as a passionate rookie journalist, then I have provided some evidence of what it looks like to work in a rapidly dying industry.  Yay.

I doubt anybody remembers or really cared but if you've read my other blog (which I know is much more interesting when I fill it with anti-Bruno Mars rants), I have been to a number of political fundraisers and I did volunteer work for former Liberal candidate Gladys Liu during her campaign a few years ago.

Yep.  Pumping helium balloons.  Handing out flyers.  Going around tables selling raffle tickets.  Not doing exam revision and getting a crappish score for my Chinese sac.
T'was the lyf.

Experience is always a positive thing though.  Yes, it actually is.  We all need to be taken advantage of  work hard for nothing but experience early in our careers.  And here I am networking.  And being a photo-w.


With Melbourne City Councillor and former
President of the Chinese Association of Victoria, Ken Ong,
who only seemed to register any sort of interest in making
conversation with me after I told him I studied arts and law
at Monash Uni.  He was all like "my son does the same course
 and is in your year." Something about how I should know him
because his son is so heavily involved with club activities etc.


With the star of the night, Emanuele Cicchiello, who is
the Liberal candidate for Bruce.  He went to MWSC and
was a teacher before becoming a principal and now a pollie.
Seems like a very nice guy.
But can a nice guy be a good politician?
A trenchant question one must consider before September 14.

With the President of the Legislative Council and
State Member for Eastern Metropolitan Region,
 Bruce Atkinson.  Conversation with him was extremely awks.
I think I just need to practice being more laidback, Aussie style.
Get an Australian accent.  Which REMINDS ME, Reuben watched
the St Kilda FF video and said I HAD A LISP.
A LISP.  I know I can't pronounce 'th' but it's not as bad as an
actual freaking lisp.

With someone all of you Asians living in Box Hill should recognise
at once - he's your rep Robert Clark and the Attorney General.
He went to St Alban's High School and then graduated from University High.
I found it quite lovely that two of the most important people in the
room both received public school educations. 

Liberal for Hotham, Fazal Cader, who was really enthusiastic
about doing an interview with me.
 And... a guy in a Qing Dynasty hat.
Or something.  He might have been someone important.
Sorry.

MCs: Cr Ken Ong and the wonderful Gladys Liu

Singing and dancing.

More singing and dancing.
Took some footage.  Haven't edited it yet.  I might when I have time.  And because I haven't really described what happened at the event, I guess I'll just do that when/if I upload a video.