England… I was 18-19… And my mom gave meone of those little point-and-shoot cameras. Iwent to Oxford for half a year and I have neverleft the country before and it was such a re-markable place. And I remember exactly thatmy mom told me – I give you that to documentyour trip. She didn’t mean anything by it, I’msure, but that stuck in me. So the trip becamemore about documenting the place than aboutlearning Shakespeare and literature. And I hadnever taken any picture before that so thepictures weren’t technically very good, but I
came back with 100 rolls of lm.Then, in my rst three years in college I
tried Economics, English, Philosophy – every-thing. I was never good enough to excel inanything and eventually I took a photographyclass and that was one of few things that I wasgood at, pretty much right away. And I’ve got areal passion for it.
- You were still in Texas?
- Yes, University of Texas.
- Do you see yourself as a Texan?
- (laughs) Well, last years, until a few daysago, I didn’t feel like a Texan at all. Now thatwe have a new president I feel very comfort-able of being Texan and I am very proud to beAmerican again. Because Bush is from Texas…I mean he didn’t even have a passport until hebecame president. He’s really the antithesisof everything that I am and most people thatI know are. Being a Texan while he was presi-
dent was very, very… (can’t nd the word)
But I’m considering myself a Texan and thereis something about me that is very Texan andsomething about him that is not very Texan.Anyway it’s a lot easier being Texan now thatwe have Obama in the White House.
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Journalism and photojournalism becamemore dangerous the last few years, isn’t it?
- Yeah… I was friends with a few people thathave been killed. A lot of colleagues… LikeDanny Pearl, the guy killed by the Talibanin Pakistan during Afghanistan war, was kid-napped and beheaded. And this is weird, be-cause he wasn’t a crazy guy at all. He was justa cautious journalist caught off the road. Andthere are a lot of other journalists that arejust crazy...I’ve been in a lot of places and in very dan-gerous situations, but essentially I’m a coward.I try to stay – if the guns are going off – I stayin the hotel room and when things calm downagain it’s safer to go out.In the last few years, probably since Sep-tember 11, actually, it’s much more dangerousto be a journalist or an aid worker. Let’s saythe United Nations bombing in Baghdad… Plac-es that people would never dream of attackingare being targeted now. The targeting of jour-nalists and aid workers proves how much morechaotic the world is now than it used to be.Even during Vietnam war… There were timeswhen they were kidnapped, like Terry Ander-son in Beirut. But since the war in Afghanistan,all these journalists are just ambushed on theroad from Jalalabad to Kabul and killed, justlike that. And they knew that they’re journal-ists.
- You’ve mentioned earlier using the cameraas a shield. Do you feel like you have twodifferent personalities – one with a cameraand another one without it?
- Completely. It’s like an alter ego. I’m much,much more daring with the camera. I remem-ber a time when we had an interview in a me-drasa in Peshawar, Pakistan. Medrasa is a placewhere young Taliban were trained. This wasbefore the Saudis came I was based in Indiaand traveling along Pakistan and Afghanistan.It was the time when the Taliban was gettingmuch stronger.So we came out of a medrasa where theseguys were saying in front of the camera:
“Death to America! Death to all indels! Death
to anyone who’s not a Muslim!” But after theinterview they were telling us: “Don’t worry– it’s just talk. We say this for the paper be-cause, you know, it’s our position.”
- Public relations…
- Yeah… They were good hosts. The table wasfull of sweets and they had tea. Muslims areextremely generous, even when they’re theTaliban. They are really kind people all overAfghanistan, Pakistan, India…So we woke up from the table. And that wasa medrasa, a fundamentalist school of Talibanmovement. I mean that were people as bad asyou can get. And a guy opened the door andcame back and said: “No, no… Step back in!”
And all these guys were terried – there were
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