academically, there is no easy way to say this…

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environmental portrait

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Primary schoolteacher, Namalu, Uganda

At that moment, in that encounter, what is there for the photographer to do more than respect the space needed for the subject to feel ready… contextualized by their surroundings. appearing authentically self-actualized and comported at the moment their gaze finds the lens and our own gaze (the viewer of the resulting image). 

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Borana girl with grandmother. Sololo, Kenya

Then we tend to read all kinds of narratives into the image based on prior knowledge. So it’s a lot to ask of someone when that moment occurs, and while it’s often a furtive moment (taken away in silver halide crystals), there are times it pulls at the heartstrings as you wish you could be sure you were conveying the gratitude you felt for the privilege of being allowed to render the fossilized image…

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Karimojong family, Uganda

At the same time, they are just “snaps” to the vernacular crowd, which is everyone else, including some in this group portrait…

Everything (is not) going to be all right…

“When does enough turn out to be enough– when do we leave reasonably satisfied, and if so, with what messages given to the people with whom we have worked? What is our responsibility to such people … When does honorable inquiry turn into an exercise in manipulative self-interest, even ‘exploitation’?”


                                              * Robert Coles, Doing Documentary Work

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What survived for several months as a collective, familial effort to hold things together among the concrete bridges, ramps, sidewalks and cul de sacs has morphed into something even less optimistic, if that’s a term that could ever be used. Terry and Amy are occupying the narrowest strip of asphalt imaginable on an off-ramp, certain by be rousted out again soon, only to build camp somewhere else in the vicinity or do a spell behind bars; Gracie is now rooming with a couple Craig once denounced as grifters and opportunists; Lynda clings tenuously to a modicum of sane, reasoned hope, with her artworks finally about to go on public display at an Art Walk, on invitation from a local politician’s office. 

Discovering Lynda’s new kitty brings a feeling of hope and tenderness that is  minutes later dampened by Craig’s terse recounting of his recent confrontation with law enforcement nemesis Officer Diaz, which he retells with tired and pitiless eyes as an impasse during which both men reportedly told the other that they never want to see each other again. With their dead-end encampment now overrun with the hoardings of others and no longer the place of relative solitude it proved to be for several weeks, Craig may be getting harassed (two new tickets and counting) out of what he calls Diaz’s “perimeter,” and threatens now to seek less hostile pastures.

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56.11 tent violation, for an abode blocking a remote dead end sidewalk where nobody walks. 

Marginalized

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I had a very interesting 15-minute conversation with Gracie as she panhandled on the off-ramp this afternoon. As she brought me up to date on the whereabouts and news of the others, I commented on the way most drivers and passengers looked the other way or straight ahead as they passed by or sat waiting for the light to turn green. She responded by coming up with a new slogan for her next sign, “those who can, don’t, and those who can’t, do…” It’s a telling bromide and one that can join “homeless, not hopeless,” and “not homeless, houseless,” among the battle cries written with markers on cardboard. 

As much to mollify Gracie as to justify my presence on that freeway offramp, I told her how I wished (and have proposed) that each and every one of the people who are on display as 4x4ft prints in City Hall could have their lives intervened in by the city’s social services departments, with something positive being done for each of them. I swore out loud in frustration that instead, she is still out there… then she swore and I told her not to copy my bad habits and we laughed, and the people looking at us from their car windows might have thought, well they don’t look so miserable after all…

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Read the whole blog post at Patheos.com

Is this what we want, for Gracie to be holding up a sign when she is 67?

Hitting the skids with General Jeff

Skid Row’s Silver Lining … 

Many people associate the term “skid row” with an end-of-the-line, bottom-of-the-barrel location where the poorest of the poor end up, either mentally ill or strung out on one illegal substance or another. Life skids to a halt here, by this reasoning. But the actual origin of the name refers to the skid marks left by the lumber dragged through the streets in times long since past. General Jeff, known in some circles as the unelected “mayor” of Skid Row, insists that those who want to change Skid Row’s name to something less stigmatized, for commercial or other reasons, are wasting their time. Skid Row’s many problems, including its status as the epicenter of homelessness in Los Angeles and perhaps the entire country, does not mean its people and history should be forsaken or erased, especially not for public relations purposes. To the contrary, he and others fighting for the souls that live there believe that redemption will come not from sanctimony or patronage, but from an insistence on better representation and policies toward the community.

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If you want to at least scratch the surface of the mind-bending situation in Skid Row today, General Jeff is the right person to start with. The South-Central native has taken on what should be respected as one of the hardest jobs in Los Angeles– to keep things moving in a positive direction in the face of the common sense deficit that plagues the social service, political and law enforcement sectors… General Jeff does in fact fill the void left by a lack of action from City Hall, involved in all aspects of Skid Row life. Mayor or not, he’s been at the forefront of the ongoing move to obtain Neighborhood Council representation for the community. He wants the local businesses in the area to be more understanding and responsive to the residents. To steer the population away from associations with the lowest common denominators of popular culture he fights to have salacious billboards advertising the sex-industry taken down.  

Touring the area with General Jeff is a lesson in both history and civics. He is greeted in the streets with respect and love, fist bumps and handshakes. The landmark mural, created in the image of a traffic sign, is his bold proposition that Skid Row deserves to be respected and taken seriously as something more than the dead end it is dismissed as. Asserting sovereignty for residents who cannot afford or survive gentrification, to use one example Jeff looks at the fishing industry’s use of prime real estate within the Skid Row borders for storage and distribution as a symbol of inequality and the disconnect between the business world and the people. His movement would be happy to see the business owners take a more balanced interest in the welfare of those they are keeping off their properties with coils of razor wire, security gates and fencing, or just dull, windowless, undecorated walls. 

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 The door in the background was once the entry to the Salvation Army kitchen, located in one of the many early 20th century buildings in the area. That this particular building stands is in disrepair is a symbolic and ironic testimony to failed philanthropy.

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With four major missions and numerous other charity organizations, Skid Row on a Sunday morning features sidewalk sermons, with people lining up in several locations for meals and other services. General Jeff firmly believes that not enough scrutiny is paid to the operations of the charity industry, and also decries the “shell game” that is too-often played by governmental bodies at the expense of the Skid Row community, hindering real development and making it more difficult for the residents to rise up. 

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General Jeff is frequently approached with questions and concerns. He is known as a fearless and tireless representative of the community, and does not suffer fools gladly…

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Along with the tents and tarps that line the sidewalks on most streets in Skid Row, the most glaring sign of municipal neglect is the sheer volume of trash gathering in the gutters and elsewhere. One of many concerns is the pollution caused by this trash (which includes syringes and other toxins) entering the drainage system openings along the curbs … one wonders how often city sanitation trucks visit these streets.

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Outside the Hippie Kitchen, where meals and other services have been provided since the late 1960s…

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Mural in progress by Dimitri; General Jeff speaks adamantly about bringing positive imagery and lively colors to the community, to counter the oppressive facelessness and the outdated negative artwork that currently marks much of the industrial and commercial property on Skid Row.

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This is the cliché that has come to represent Skid Row. It is a common sight and a sobering reminder of the enormity of the task.

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A stark reminder of how dangerous life can be; burn marks on the wall where a tent was torched in retribution for an unpaid debt.  

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General Jeff

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General Jeff, the “Mayor of Skid Row,” before his very informative, frank, generous presentation to our documentary photojournalism class; his message is one that anyone interested in matters of urban poverty, homelessness, the situation in Los Angeles and especially the ins-and-outs of the ongoing full-blown humanitarian crisis on Skid Row had better learn. Not unlike any settlement where the inhabitants are essentially displaced peoples, Jeff is part of the heart that asserts its autonomy and demands self-respect. And not unlike, for example, a refugee camp, where the inhabitants have no real power in the face of violence and levels of degradation most only have to wonder about, his leadership is heroic and essential and relentless.

FLASHBACK: Street kids of Nairobi… A young boy was recently being interviewed by Undugu social workers. His only possession seemed to be an old burlap sack. When asked why he wouldn’t put the sack down as they talked, the boy replied warily, “This is not a sack. It is my father and my mother, my house, my car, my farm and my daily bread. I can’t steal without it.”

Combined excerpts from two separate articles, originally published in Kenya in Executive Magazine, January 1993, and Survival, Spring 1994.

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Being at the forefront of street children-related work in Kenya, it is sometimes necessary for the Undugu Society to assume the role of advocate. This is especially true when cases arise where it is obvious that the rights of the children, as espoused in the United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child, have been violated. One such case occurred when government authorities decided to close down a rescue center at Kariokor Market, one of the busiest sections of Nairobi. An extremely harsh crackdown left several boys incarcerated among adults- - a direct contradiction of the statutes related to child protection in Kenya. The boys were hounded and even physically assaulted during their ordeal. While it is true that many of these boys were not model citizens in any sense of the word, they are citizens, and human beings, nonetheless. And though we wish in all good conscience to be able to report that this incident was an isolated case of overzealousness by a few officials, we are sorry that our pursuit of the truth in such matters does not allow such a softening statement to be made. To the contrary, such occurrences are so commonplace that to report them regularly would entail the hiring of a full-time investigative reporter, to be assigned solely to the juvenile courthouse, the approved and remand school systems, and the police stations citywide. Reprinted here is the editorial column from the March 1994 edition of Flash, the in-house quarterly newsletter of Undugu.

In the April –June, 1993 issue of Flash, our editorial outlined the work being done by the Child Law Project, whose proposed Children’s Act seeks to refine and consolidate the often conflicting and unclear legislation pertaining to child protection. We noted then that Attorney General Amos Wako has said that this act should become law sometime during this session of Parliament.

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To date, this has not yet been done, thus the Children and Young Persons Acts, Chapter 141 (last revised in 1972) remains the definitive legislation on cases specifically dealing with juveniles and others, including street children. In light of the recent developments involving the boys from Kariokor, it is instructive to note the following sections of this act, and we would ask the proper authorities to pause and consider whether the rights of these children are in any way being violated:

CAP 141, Section 23: (1) If any person who has the custody, charge or care of any child or juvenile-

(a) Willfully assaults, ill-treats, neglects, abandons or exposes him, or causes or permits him to be assaulted, ill-treated, neglected, abandoned or exposed, in any manner likely to cause him unnecessary suffering or injury to healthy shall be guilty of an offence and liable to a fine not exceeding five thousand shillings or to imprisonment for a term not exceeding six months or to both such fine and such imprisonment…

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CAP 141, Section 5: Arrangements shall be made for preventing persons under sixteen years of age while detained in a police station, or while being conveyed to or from any court from associating with adults charged with or convicted of any offence other than an offence with which a person under sixteen years of age is jointly charged or convicted…

CAP 141, Section 14: Every court in dealing with a person under eighteen years of age who is brought before it shall have regard to his welfare and shall, in a proper case, take steps for removing him from undesirable surroundings and for securing that proper provision be made for his maintenance, education and training.

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In the first two instances (Section 23 &6), readers of our special report in this issue (the closing of the Kariokor Rescue Centre) will not have to stretch their imaginations too far to acknowledge the possibility of violations against our children by the very agencies entrusted to protect them. With regard to Section 14, a recent visit to the Juvenile Remand Home in Kabete, (one of 10 such home throughout the republic) revealed a situation so shocking and depressing in its scope, that it is hard to imagine how the courts assigned to deal with these children would be able to abide by that law.

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Built to hold 80-100 children, Kabete’s population fluctuates from 200-300 and has in recent months reached as high as 500. With manager Bakala Wambani lamenting a near total lack of funding from the government, the children held at Kabete have no salt or milk in their diets. Many appear to be malnourished, a worse condition than we find them when living on the streets. Scabies is rampant, as there are precious few medicines to treat this or any other illnesses. There are only two qualified social workers, with ten other staff members handing various responsibilities. Even with probation officers sent periodically from the Children’s Department to help follow-up the vagrancy cases (which constitute the majority), processing is slow. It is not uncommon for a child picked up on a street corner to end up spending more than a month waiting for some decision to be made on his future. In the meantime, those categorized as needing protection and care (P &C) are mixed together with those officially determined to require protection and discipline (P&D). The result—hardcore cases end up influencing and often spoiling the more innocent children. In December last year, the government released 17m shillings from the Treasury, to go towards the “repatriation” of children to their home regions. Already dozens of children have been shipped to police station in places such as Kakamega and Mombasa.

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This may stem the flow of children to the streets temporarily, but realistically it is like trying to empty a sinking canoe with a spoon. Long-term solutions are needed. Just as Undugu Society needs funding to maintain our programs, so the relevant government ministries need to allocate sufficient funds to improve the quality of services at the remand home and approved schools. It was pointed out to us that there was once a “ State Maintenance Fund,” which was used to finance the education of needy children. There were even cases of children being sponsored clear up to university level. Reviving this would be a major step in the right direction.

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Without such efforts of good faith, and until policeman and others in positions of authority learn to treat street children as human beings, not whipping boys, the chances are the system will continue to further harden, rather than help, society’s most unfortunate souls.


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Representation and ownership; the delicate case of W. Eugene Smith’s Tomoko image

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“Even the most compassionate photojournalism is under pressure to satisfy simultaneously two sorts of experiences: those arising from our largely surrealist way of looking at all photographs, and those created by our belief that some photographs give real and important information about the world. The photographs that W. Eugene Smith took in the late 1960s in Minamata … move us because they document a suffering which arouses our indignation—and distance us because they are superb photographs of Agony, conforming to surrealist standards of beauty.”

                                                                                    * Susan Sontag

You will be told we must continuously show these images as a reminder of what must never happen again! These arguments, I believe, are specious when looked at without the filter of the mass media. The classic Aristotelian notion of tragedy, which calls for the dramatic presentation of  “ … incidents arousing pity and fear, wherewith to accomplish its catharsis of such emotions,” seemed prescient in the age of photographic representation. Yet while such photographs may arouse pity, fear or anger, it is hard to imagine what cathartic value the perpetual viewing of, to put things crudely, a dead or dying body might have, regardless of it’s historical or political significance. 

To this end, Sontag has also written:

“To suffer is one thing; another thing is living with the photographed images of suffering, which does not necessarily strengthen conscience and the ability to be compassionate. It can also corrupt them … after repeated exposure to images it also becomes less real … The sense of taboo which makes us indignant and sorrowful is not much sturdier than the sense of taboo that regulates the definition of what is obscene. The vast photographic catalogue of misery and injustice throughout the world has given everyone a certain familiarity with atrocity, making the horrible seem ordinary …” 

Outside the realm of censorship, however exercised, photojournalists, documentarians and defenders of the genre have historically shown little restraint or reflection in the use of more “important” images. Actions against this deeply ingrained sense of representational duty are rare, if not blasphemous.

In 1998, pundits were aghast when Aileen Mioko Smith, the widow of master photo-essayist W. Eugene Smith, heeded the pleas of the Uemura family to bar all future use of one of Smith’s most enduring images, “Tomoko is Bathed by Her Mother.”  The photograph, a classic example of Smith’s unabashedly Romantic sensibility, with trademark high-contrast printing to further enhance the chiaroscuro lighting, had been taken in 1971 as part of an essay on the effects of mercury poisoning in the Japanese fishing industry. The photographs published in Life magazine, and in the book entitled “Minamata,” came to symbolize the plight of the families afflicted with birth defects and other illnesses. Notwithstanding concerns expressed by purists that Smith had engaged in some decidedly questionable journalistic ethics by staging the image in the most dramatic light that could be found, the photograph is held up as a shining example of humanitarian documentary work, nearly as impressive symbolically as it is narratively.

The Uemura family eventually prevailed in the first Minamata Disease trial against the Chisso Corporation, but a few years later Tomoko, only twenty-one years old, passed away. In an emotional letter written in 1998, Tomoko’s father outlines how the famous photograph has, over the years since their daughter’s death, become a crucible, outliving it’s original usefulness:

“ … we were faced with an increasing number of demands for interviews. Believing that it would aid the struggle for the eradication of pollution, we agreed … as a result rumors began to circulate … `They must be making a huge amount of money from all the publicity’ … I do not think that anybody outside our family can begin to imagine how unbearable these persistent rumors made our daily lives … in 1977 we were contacted by a French television company who were planning to produce a program entitled `One Hundred Photographs of the Twentieth Century,’ and they said it was vital for them to use … Eugene Smith’s `Tomoko.’” I did not want to take part in this program so I turned them down … I wanted Tomoko to rest in peace and this feeling welled up in me steadily.”4

In response, Smith, who had worked with her husband on the Minamata project, and had been intimate with the Uemura family, agreed. In a letter to the media, she wrote:

“Generally, the copyright of a photograph belongs to the person who took it, but I think that it is important to respect the subject’s rights and feelings. Therefore, I … promised that I would not newly exhibit or publish the photo in question. In addition I will be grateful if any museums who already own or are displaying the work would take the above into consideration …”5

Aperture magazine, widely respected as among the most excellent arbiters of important photography, dutifully published a response that brushed aside copyright concerns. Instead,  it served to chastise Aileen Mioko Smith for giving away what was not hers, violating a trust rendered sacred forged by an unconditional, long-held sense of protective ownership.  Never! Imagine the precedent! Aristotle himself might’ve appreciate the manner in which the removal of the photographs from public view would provide those most personally affected with the catharsis necessary to complete the dramatization of the tragedy, but it was not to be…

Eugene and Aileen Smith’s Photograph of Tomoko and My Family

by Yoshio Uemura

Tomoko was born on June 13, 1956. A few days after her birth, Tomoko began to exhibit trembling fits. She cried every day and we were unable to leave her side. We thought this strange and took her to various hospitals in Minamata City, but none of them were able to say what was wrong with her. She was later suspected to be suffering from cerebral palsy. However there was really no treatment for her but to give injections to her tiny, thin body.

It was not until November of 1962 that Tomoko was recognized as suffering from congenital Minamata Disease. At this time she already had three younger sisters. On December 26th of that year another sister was born and by 1969 she had a total of six siblings. Despite having so many children, looking after Tomoko took a lot of our time. A single meal would take about two hours for her to eat and so just feeding her would occupy more than five or six hours every day.

The first Minamata Disease lawsuit began in June 1969 and went through forty-nine hearings before the proceedings were concluded with the final judgment being handed down on March 20, 1973. During this period, people from all over the country offered their support and among them were Eugene and Aileen Smith, who had rented a house near ours in Detsuki from Tadaaki Mizoguchi and were photographing the families of the victims of the disease.

Among the many photographs they took, there was one of my wife Yoshiko holding Tomoko in the bath. Yoshiko told me that Tomoko had let her body lie straight without trying to curl up. To be honest, we had thought that the photograph would only take a brief moment so we had agreed to the shoot without giving the matter a second thought. I was told that Tomoko seemed exhausted when she got out of the bath.

The photograph went on to become world-famous and as a result we were faced with an increasing number of demands for interviews. Believing that it would aid the struggle for the eradication of pollution, we agreed to the interviews and photographs and the organizations that were working on our behalf used the photograph of Tomoko frequently in their activities. However, as a result, rumors began to circulate in the neighborhood and among other people around us. “They must be making a huge amount of money from all that publicity.” This was untrue. It had never entered our minds to profit from the photograph of Tomoko. We never dreamt that a photograph like that could be commercial.

The truth is that we did not benefit financially at all from the photograph. I do not think that anybody outside our family can begin to imagine how unbearable these persistent rumors made our daily lives. Sometimes we had to face the flashes and hot lights of television interviews, and although she could not speak herself, I am sure that in her heart Tomoko felt that because of her, we –her father, mother, sisters, and brother– were having to go through such pain. As her father, I found the thought that this concern existed in the corner of her mind extremely unpleasant. Several years before she died, she began going to the hospital many times and each time she came home she was smaller than when she went in. She never smiled any more and seemed to become progressively weaker.

Despite this, Tomoko still had a strong will to live and she was treasured by everybody in the family. I regret so much that I could do nothing to soften her pain…the fevers from colds, the suffering, the only slight relief she could get from the injections and medication. The treatments probably provided but slight relief for her. I have now come to believe that the sole thing that sustained Tomoko was her parents and siblings, her family’s love gave her reason for living, and perhaps enabled her to survive as long as she did.

I am sure that it must have pained Tomoko not to be able to express her gratitude to those who helped her come as far as she did, but I think it was the absolute love and affection my wife offered her that made her life worth living. The industry as well as the national and regional government sent us and untold others to the bottom of hell. And the whole lot of them neglected to save lives but instead bailed out the company. And the company that caused thousands to fall victim now survives as though it has never committed any sin.

The court case was concluded, but victory has no value to the deceased and the seriously ill. And even if the government were to apologize officially, this would do nothing in the slightest to relieve the symptoms of the victims. Tomoko died on December 5, 1977. She was 21 years old. All we could do was to hold vigil before Tomoko who had departed us in silence. I could not hear the words of those that paid homage to her in the funeral procession. Their words could not enter my ears. In blank stupor, Tomoko departed to heaven ahead of her parents, leaving behind her sisters and brother…

In 1997 we were contacted by a French television company named CAPA who were planning to produce a program entitled, “One Hundred Photographs of the Twentieth Century” and they said that it was vital for them to use “the picture that captured the environmental problems of Minamata, Eugene Smith’s ‘Tomoko’.”

I did not want to take part in the program so I turned them down. I know what television interviews involve and also, many of the organizations that are working on our behalf are using the photograph in various media, many of them in places we do not know about. I realize that this is necessary for numerous reasons, but I wanted Tomoko to rest in peace and this feeling welled up in me steadily.

Hearing the way I felt, Aileen came all the way from Kyoto to visit me on June 7th last year and she promised to revert all rights of decision to the picture of Tomoko to my wife and I. We later received this promise in writing and a copy of it appears on the following page [below]. I and my family are filled with gratitude from the bottom of our hearts toward Aileen. I thank her deeply for this wonderful gift to Tomoko. I feel that Tomoko is now finally resting in eternal peace. I ask all of you for your support and understanding.

His letter ended:

1. I,  Aileen Smith, return the photograph entitled “Tomoko is Bathed by her Mother” to Mr. and Mrs. Uemura.

2. This means that the right of decision concerning the use of this photograph reverts to Mr. and Mrs. Uemura.

3. In the future, when any requests are made to me concerning this photograph, I will explain the following (see separate sheet) and refuse use of this photograph.

October 30, 1998

Aileen Mioko Smith

Regarding the Photograph, “Tomoko is Bathed by her Mother”

by Aileen Mioko Smith

The photograph entitled “Tomoko is bathed by her Mother” was taken in December 1971 by Eugene and Aileen Smith. At the time, Tomoko was a plaintiff in the first Minamata Disease trial and was suing the Chisso Corporation for damages. Her parents wanted society to know about their daughter and therefore agreed to the taking and publishing of the photograph.

Since 1972, this photograph has been published in Life magazine, a book of photographs entitled “Minamata” (1975 in English, 1980 in Japanese) etc., causing a huge response, and became a symbol of Minamata Disease.

The plaintiffs won their case in March of 1973 but sadly, Tomoko died in December 1977 at the tender age of twenty-one. Despite this, however, the photograph continued to be used as a symbol of Minamata Disease in books and exhibitions, leaving a strong impression on a large number of people. I later heard that this resulted in a certain amount of conflict within the minds of her family, who wanted to see the end of the kind of pollution that caused the problems, while at the same time wished to let Tomoko rest in peace.

Generally, the copyright of a photograph belongs to the person who took it, but the subject also has rights and I think that it is important to respect the subject’s rights and feelings. Therefore, I went to see the Uemura family on June 7, 1998 and promised that I would not newly exhibit or publish the photograph in question.

For the above reasons, the photograph entitled “Tomoko is bathed by her Mother” will not be used for any new publications. In addition I will be grateful if any museums etc. who already own or are displaying the work would take the above into consideration when exhibiting etc. the photograph in the future.

October 30, 1998

Aileen Mioko Smith (Copyright Holder)