Photography and the Art of Speaking Our Peace

Long before I started photographing, I waswe watched what followed. Mr. Matsunaga, his
moved by images that captured my attention andcalm voice silenced, collapsed into tears by my
enlightened my awareness of the world at large.side. The survivors in front of us sat still as
On many a rainy afternoon, lost as a child in thesculptures. Frozen in time, they stared ahead,
photo essays of Life Magazine and Nationalsome gasping as they saw themselves on the
Geographic, I entered the lives of people aroundsilver screen, stumbling through the rubble of
the world, pondering the contrasts between mycharred corpses. Dazed and burned, they were
life and theirs.calling for families they would never find. Quiet
In my teenage years, there was an abundance ofsobs filled the room while we witnessed the
images that sank into my heart, cut short myre-run of a nuclear holocaust.
innocence. Images from the March on Selma, theWhen it was over, no one moved. No one turned
assassinations of John F. Kennedy and Dr. Martinon a light. We sat there in the dark amidst sobs
Luther King, from the Vietnam War and the Kentand tears, trying to recover. When the lights
State shootings, all showing a level of violence andcame on and I was introduced, I stood there
intolerance I was not prepared for. I wasbefore them and started to cry, and it was only
impressionable then, as I am now--moved byat their urging I could carry on.
what I see, changed by what I experience, led toI spoke slowly about the slides we were going to
action by what I believe.see, with Mr. Matsunaga at my side translating my
Most of us, at some point, have a desire to makewords and my hopes in whatever way he could.
a difference in the world. We want our lives toThen the lights went out again, the music started,
matter, our words to be of use. And for those ofand images of millions of people working for
us who traffic in images, we want them to speakpeace began to dissolve into each other.
eloquently of that which matters to us, to be theThere were no words being spoken. Just the
metaphor for who we are, what we believe inpictures and voices from the International
and stand for.Children's Choir singing Let There Be Peace on
Dorothea Lange was invested in creating imagesEarth. These images of colorful, festive,
that would alter the public's attitude about migrantlife-affirming demonstrations had more power that
workers. Walker Evans was committed to makingday than any I remember. Symbols of a solemn
photographs of tenant farmers that would informcommitment to peace washed over and
and inspire people to action. Lewis Hine, in hiscomforted us. They delivered us, if only
crusade against child labor, created images thatmomentarily, from the fear of such a holocaust
did what dry statistics and lengthy speecheshappening again, for how could these millions not
never could do. Robert Capa, who despised war,make a difference, their passion so clearly
photographed five of them in an attempt toexposed and revealed?
record its horror and monstrous stupidity,After the slideshow, the survivors came to the
believing that "the truth is the best picture, themicrophone and one by one spoke of the
best propaganda."profound impact these photographs had on them.
Having seen their work and read of the national"I did not know so many people cared about
response and reforms their pictures generated, Iwhat happened to us...we thought we were all
understood the power that photographs couldalone in our struggle to prevent this from
have on a level beyond the personal, saw howhappening again...seeing all those Americans caring
images could help shape a national consciousness,about peace encourages me in my struggle...how
create an awareness that could lead tocan we fail if there are so many of us?"
enlightenment, action, change.I had been so immersed in the peace movement
Buoyed with this knowledge and faith, in theduring those years of nuclear frenzy that, until
mid-80s, during the massive global buildup ofthat day, it had not occurred to me that others
nuclear weapons, I embarked on a peaceweren't aware of it, had no idea of its magnitude.
pilgrimage around the world. Armed with 200 rollsThese survivors did not even know there was a
of film and a slideshow of the U.S. peaceU.S. peace movement doggedly resisting the
movement, I was determined to use myproduction and proliferation of nuclear warfare.
photographs in the service of the people, to shareAnd it made a difference to them to find out, to
with as many folks as I could these images ofsee all those pictures, to witness others in
activism, of commitment to harmony and a safesolidarity with them, working as hard as they
home for all the world's children.were for the same cause.
In order to create a culture of peace, a cultureOne photograph could not have done it, but those
that reflects our reverence for life, we needeighty images, one after another, blended with
stories and symbols that heal and guide, that helpthat music--it had an impact, told a story that
us remember we are part of a whole. It's hard, inbolstered their courage, honored their experience.
a society bent on power and profit, to rememberWhat had happened to them did matter after all,
what life is really for. Harder still to connect withand these photographs were evidence of how
one another when most things serve to keep usmuch.
separate. But stories help. Pictures help. AndNothing in the world could heal their physical
every contact with a lover of life brings us onewounds, their irradiated organs, their burned and
step closer to loving our own.disfigured faces and limbs, but a healing occurred
My journey was a search for those images andin their spirits that day, passed on through these
stories, an attempt to discover and reveal ourportraits of comrades in action.
oneness around the globe.We can and do inspire each other in this life, and if
In Japan, I was invited to speak to a group ofa photograph does nothing more than inspire one
A-bomb survivors at the Nagasaki Association forperson to feel that, somehow, his life mattered,
the Promotion of Peace and to present myher pain served a purpose, then that one
slideshow, Focus on Peace. Before that we wouldphotograph ought not go unseen. We can never
watch the premiere of a Japanese film, one whichknow the reach of our work, never know when
included recently released American militarywe share a photograph to whom and why it
footage of the Nagasaki bombing.might make a difference, never know how our
I sat in the back of the room with Mr. Matsunaga,small images contribute to the global picture as a
director of the organization, who served as mywhole.
translator. The lights went out and the film beganBut what we do know, from our own experience
with a slow pan of the Nagasaki Peace Park.and the experience of history, is that photographs
Paper cranes and colorful flowers filled the framecan change the course of the things, turn one's
until a jump cut took us to the cockpit of a U.S.head, alter one's thoughts, enlighten one's
plane on August 9, 1945.darkness. To shoot with that awareness, to know
We watched the bomb drop. Watched the deadlyour images, made of light, can contribute
cloud devour the city. And then from the groundlight--that is the true joy of photography.