Remembering Home

5 04 2008

Thinking about home and all that I’ve left behind. These are the typical things I see when I would commute home everyday in the Philippines. These photographs are from the Filipino Photographer, Alan Dejecacion. I think his photographs speak more than I can ever put into words.

Manila Street Kids in Jail

In this photo, a group of street kids are photographed in jail. Sometimes, they are jailed for loitering or petty theft, but are just left in these harsh conditions even without arraignment. The kids are often abused by the police when in custody.

Street Kids in Abandoned Building

The kids often find refuge in abandoned buildings. During the day, you find many begging on the streets or selling flowers, joking, laughing, playing, as kids do. I miss home. Sometimes I wonder what is it that I am meant to do. Sometimes I feel that what I have experienced throughout my life goes beyond theory. Must I find a Western philosopher to prove what it is that I have felt and seen all my life? Must I use their words to speak for me? Or should I just not speak?

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Funny thing is, no matter where you are and what your circumstances, we all feel the same, we all desire the same thing, which is a better life for those we love, our families, our children, ourselves. In a way, this photograph could represent us all. His dreams are my dreams too.

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Sometimes, I must also constantly remind myself of how lucky I am as well. Plus the responsibility of having this gift of being here. What do I use this for? For whom? How?

Above is a picture of a 16 year old girl in jail. Seeing it, I wonder how much of a choice she really had. And I wonder why am I being given choices that were not open to her. And I realize that there is so much work to be done. How I am going to do it, God knows. Heck, I don’t even know what this has to do with my project, or what kind of impact it would have if any. I wonder, will I just let this be a thought? An entry? A post? Or will I allow these memories to change me?

Kids are kids and despite all the hardships they experience, they remain kids. Happy. I would always watch them as I would sit in a jeep. They would play tag on the concrete islands between the busy traffic. The laughing, the joking, the hugging, I miss that. The simplicity that they know. The simplicity I seek to remember. I have been privileged enough to have never experienced the hardships of their day to day, and I wonder about the responsibility this privilege brings. How do I do this? That is the question.

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4 responses

15 04 2008
dan fone

“Sometimes I feel that what I have experienced throughout my life goes beyond theory. Must I find a Western philosopher to prove what it is that I have felt and seen all my life? Must I use their words to speak for me? Or should I just not speak?”

feels weird leaving another comment on your blog katrin but i can’t help but jump out of my seat and say, impulsively, no, no, no, no god help us please please no. please no. while waving my hands in front of my face.

there is plenty of western philosophy mind jam anyway. quite apart from the many other things in this post. theory smells. may we keep it in a box on top of the wardrobe, and remove so we may play with it in idle moments. then put it away again. (i think) theory so rarely seems to have involved any real listening by the theorist and is commonly a self contained fishtank; prone to getting slimy if left uncleaned.

there. pompous rant over.

8 06 2008
i_am_just_elsewhere

That’s really great. Possibly art as it should be.

17 12 2009
плешка Энгельс

по моему мнению: бесподобно!

17 09 2010
karagatan

Thank you!

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