Very little has been said about this week’s New York Times Magazine story about Ellen Johnson Sirleaf in the blog world because frankly, there’s very little worth saying. Journalist Daniel Bergner takes twelve paragraphs to even hint at the fact that many Liberians are unhappy with EJS, though he doesn’t bother talking to any Liberians who are not the president or running for presidency. He mentions candidate Prince Johnson, but doesn’t mention that his candidacy isn’t the real threat and that George Weah’s is, especially with the backing of many of Charles Taylor’s people, who are still much more popular than EJS ever was or will be.

And for the record: many many many Liberians don’t like EJS and are unhappy with her. The electrical grid is not being rebuilt (though the article says that it is), corrupt ministers are shuffled from one ministry to another, and the police are paid so little and infrequently that extortion is the norm, not the exception.

Though the international community is rewriting the African-leader-hagiography with EJS as the newest star now that Museveni Kagame is falling out of favor, that doesn’t mean that her candidacy is a sure thing. She’s still, despite these things, Liberia’s best option, but that no one is doing her, Liberia, or African leaders in general any favors by creating such over simplified political narratives. Acknowledging her weaknesses as a candidate and leader and then endorsing her anyway is a much stronger position to take than pretending she has no weaknesses.

One last very serious qualm with this article:

Because of her early and enthusiastic backing for Taylor, the Liberian Truth and Reconciliation Commission, charged with helping the nation to heal, recommended last year that she be barred from public office for 30 years. The proposal, which holds no legal power, seems to be viewed by Liberians and Westerners, and by Sirleaf herself, as almost precious.

Besides the fact that Bergner didn’t bother, you know, talking to any Liberians besides EJS about the TRC, he also doesn’t for a second consider that perhaps EJS has a reason to discount the report and that’s why she thinks its “precious.” The TRC report had many problems, but discounting it and any chance for a truth commission is not just throwing out the baby with the bath water, it’s also allowing for widespread impunity.

Bergner also wrote a book about Sierra Leone. Here’s the description of it from his website:

in sierra leone, rampaging soldiers have made a custom of hacking off the hands of their victims, then letting them live as the ultimate emblem of terror. the country is so desperate that, forty years after independence, its people long to be recolonized.  in this book, the acclaimed author follows a set of western would-be saviors and a set of sierra leoneans, who take us into a land of beauty, horror,
resilience and redemption. from mercenaries to missionaries, child soldiers to priests who can deflect bullets and cure AIDS, bergner tells this racially charged story with sensitivity and precision, creating an unforgettable work of literary reportage.

‘Nuff said.

For a great article about what reconciliation might actually mean to Liberia, with much more nuanced political commentary, read Johnny Steingberg’s great article.

Asa’s new album is out today. I’ve already watched this video half a dozen times thanks to Loomie’s great find, and I’m sure I’ll be listening to the rest of the album on repeat in no time.

Her videos are always really creative and engaging. Make sure you watch this one for her song Fire on the Mountain too.

Following a link for Aid Watch, I read this article with interest:

The World Bank has apologized for displaying damning images of Ghana at its recent annual meeting in Washington DC. Some of the pictures have half-naked women breastfeeding their kids and portray a country high on poverty levels.

A journalist with the Daily Guide newspaper intercepted the images while covering the conference. He told Joy News the World Bank portrayed Ghana as a country full of hungry and miserable people. But the World Bank said the images are old and weren’t meant to tarnish the image of the country.

The Country Director of the World Bank, Ishac Diwan, explained that the Bank’s photo library was linked to a website that was available to delegates attending the conference and the reporter saw the photos because of that linkage. He commended the Daily Guide reporter for his observation and “for alerting us that such photos were on our website.” He said some of the pictures were 20 to 30 years old, indecent and should not have been displayed on the Bank’s website.

“We completely agree that they are offensive, and they prolong the kind of stereotypes that are really far from the reality and very much at odds with the image of Ghana that we want to project at the World Bank,” he said. “I want to offer our apologies to Ghanaians and we very much regret any harm that has been done to Ghana’s image,” Mr Diwan stated.

I spend a lot of time thinking about how institutions and media outlets choose to represent Africa. For the most part, I actually think it’s not as bad as some people make it out to be. Photos of starving children are no longer in vogue and fill the pages of newspapers and annual reports far less frequently than they used to.  And what’s more is that there’s tons and tons of great photography being done as we speak. Archives will continue to be filled with old photos that reflect a different ethos of looking. But as photographers explore and find new ways to portray this vast continent, I’d like to think that these images really are becoming more and more a thing of the past.*

Readers: These opinions are based on spending a lot of time looking at obscure photo outlets and websites in addition to the mainstream, and actively seeking out images that aren’t stereotypical, but what do you guys think about this? Are the image tides turning? Have you seen recent images that make you angry? or how about some thoughtful ones that made you ask a question? I’d love to see links and hear your take on this.

And, to get this conversation started, here are a couple of examples of great work that have been recognized by the photo-powers-that-be recently:

*There will always be exceptions to this.

It all started here: an Angolan amputee, a car, and a dream. Okay, Kuduro, a genre of Angolan dance music, started long before that, but for me, it started here. I found this video via Chris Saunder’s blog. Chris is a great photographer from Joburg, currently working in Italy.

Chris recently found MC Custuleta, the one legged dance hero who made that video all that it is. He did a bunch of photos, and video about MC and his life and career in Paris.

Colors Magazine ‘Dance’ MC Custuleto from Chris Saunders on Vimeo.

Here’s another video that Grant at Mo’dernity Mo’problems linked to on Friday Afternoon Africana awhile back that features MC:

And, there are plenty of awesome Kuduro videos that don’t have MC, but do have other redeeming qualities. Here’s one Alexis linked to last week in a post about Kuduro:


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And for some great pre-war Angolan funk, check out this set of songs from NPR, complete with this awesome re-posting-worthy graphic:

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Today is Blog Action Day and the topic is water. These photos focus on water and sanitation in both Monrovia and rural Liberia. They were commissioned by Oxfam and other orgs in Liberia’s WASH consortium.

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To see more photos I’ve done commissioned by NGOs and other international orgs, check out my portfolio page here.

IMG 0261 How did I get here?

Right now, I’m sitting on a couch in a lovely sublet apartment on 2nd Ave and 19th with a view of the Empire State Building, and I’m thinking to myself, how the hell did I get here? This is a question I ask often these days, and I’m not the only one. Shotgun Shack has made it a blogging anthem:

You may find yourself in another part of the world

And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile

And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife

And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?

Earlier this week, I went to buy a new pair of running shoes. I wandered in to a Foot Locker near Union Square and tried on a pair. The salesman suggested I take them for a quick spin on the treadmill the store has hooked up to a video camera that feeds to a laptop. After I ran for a couple of minutes, the salesman and I watched the loop of me in action as he noted that my right foot wobbled. Something about watching my own butt on someone else’s computer in a pair of shoes that I didn’t own made me look around and think, how did I get here?

Other things seem less strange to me: that time I was standing on a table in the middle of a tshirt factory when the owner walked in, I didn’t think, how did I get here? Or stranded on the side of the road somewhere between Sierra Leone and Liberia when the bush taxi broke down and we all sat on logs waiting for another car to come by and sheperad us to the next town, I didn’t think, how did I get here? I didn’t think that when I was dancing in a beach bar in Robertsport to a local band’s rendition of UB40, or when I found myself at the mayor of Harper’s house on flag day listening to him extol the virtues of both teams in the Pleebo-Harper football match.

I know how I got to those places. The question is just how I got back.

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The view at dusk from my friend Joe’s house on Bushrod Island.

I had every intention to write a reflective I’m-leaving-Liberia post, but packing and life got in the way. Needless to say, goodbyes are never easy, and these ones feel especially hard.