Intervista a Sebastian Rich

I’ve never met Sebastian Rich but when I saw one of his photos of a smiling child in a war zone, I thought that something beautiful – or merely human – does still survive even in the worst situations. I asked him this interview and didn’t think he would bother to reply. Instead, he did it and without clichés. Here is the story of a photographer of war: his thoughts and fears, hopes and beliefs. It’s very interesting to listen to him telling us those stories he usually captures on his cameras because, strangely enough, his voice is as powerful as his photos.

You describe yourself as a photographer of war and occasionally of peace. But, at the moment, you are portraying smiling children. Why? 
Sebastian Rich: «Why! Why! Because I need the world to smile back at me, I have photographed so much utter devastating shit that I need to know that their is happiness somewhere, anywhere in the world. The irony is that all the smiles that I have captured have been in war zones or areas of severe conflict. Somehow, these children in the most awful circumstances have always managed to smile at my lens. But because the world wants to see sensationalism in the form of brutality these wonderful smiles are on the whole ignored by picture editors. I think it’s about time I became part of the solution and not remain part of the problem».

Your portraits are both colour and black & white. How do you decide?
S. R.: «I have two cameras around my neck, both digital – but one is switched to black and white. It’s a subconscious thing. I just instinctively know how the image unfolding in front of me should be represented in colour or black and white. But I do have to admit that I find colour for heavy duty reportage most distracting. Somehow, blood is far more powerful in black and white. One’s imagination takes over and fills in the colour spectrum to much better effect than have you soaked in colour».

You work with the Malala Yousafzai Foundation (whose founder is Nobel Peace Prize 2014). After so many years of war, what is the situation of women in Pakistan and Afghanistan?
S. R.: «The situation for the women of Afghanistan and Pakistan is exactly the same as it was a millennia ago. Women are chattel to the men of these countries. Their status in the family circle is one just above the cow and the bicycle. An object of abuse and sexual slavery, however we – the West – might want to help and relieve the suffering of woman kind in Afghanistan and Pakistan, nothing changes. Until we rid the world of religious fanaticism and arrogant male ego nothing will change, nothing».

You have taken pictures of soldiers who have PSTD syndrome. Most people don’t know what it is. Is there anyone who helps them or are they left by themselves?
S. R.: «I have it; my friends, soldiers and photographers alike have it. Certainly the British and US military are very good with their counseling nowadays! But for the likes of me and my freelance friends, we live everyday with our nightmare, some of us have coping mechanisms, some do not and fall to a darker place that I know all too well».

In Iraq you were an embedded reporter. Is it possible to remain objective in such a situation?
S. R.: «Absolutely not, there is no such thing as objectivity! We all have an agenda of some kind, however subconscious. We like to think we are objective but we are not. Especially in the embed process! I was with the US Marines all through the ground war in Iraq. Young Marines saved my life on many, many occasions. When it came their turn to die or be wounded in front of my camera I was bound by the confines of comradeship and loyalty. How could I photograph these broken young bodies knowing all about their parents, girlfriends and their private lives? Maybe if the embed is a short week event then, yes, it might be easier. But nowadays I think too much and whenever I see an injustice I will do my best to tell that story so that the perpetrators are held responsible».

In Vietnam people call the war, the American war, but the public opinion in the Western world call it the Vietnam war. How do people in Afghanistan and Iraq see military operations in their countries? And, on the other hand, have American soldiers any doubts about war?
S. R.: «The Afghans on the whole see all outside military operations in their country as an abomination to their society. But the alternative of living under strict Taliban Sharia law is also to the average people of Afghanistan another terrible evil! We – the West – see the war in Afghanistan as freedom for the Afghan people. I am so sad thinking about the sacrifices of soldiers of all nations and civilians on both sides, who have been slaughtered in great numbers. But now I think it is time for Afghanistan to look to its own fate and place in the world».

In Italy there was a young journalist and peace activist, called Vittorio Arrigoni, killed in Gaza, who believed that “another world is possible”. What do you think?
S. R.: «I would so very much like to have the optimism of dear Vittorio about our little terrified and sad planet! I have become a terrible cynic in my years of photographing the worst that man has to offer and I have come to the conclusion that we will never change our warlike nature! It’s too late even if by some miracle we could all settle our differences with calm meaningful words of wisdom, it’s too late: we have destroyed our planet environmentally for us to have any future. I am so sorry for my dark thoughts but for me this is the truth».

Changing subject, in the last few years you have been photographing dancers. But also in your war shots we can find some kind of beauty and sensibility. For Nouvelle Vague it isn’t possible to depict something horrible as a war through beautiful images. What do you think?
S. R.: «For over forty years I have been photographing the very worst that mankind has had to offer my lens. But here, there is the paradox – on many occasions, an image I capture of someone in his or her most quintessential moment of loss or terror, in some disgusting war, has been remarked on as ‘beautiful’. This well-meaning and flattering remark about my photography rests very uneasy with me. I get it – and at the same time I don’t! In my youth as an arrogant young photographer I thought that the people that I was photographing were there for no reason other than to further my career! So then, to have the compliment of: “It’s beautiful” was most rewarding. As the years moved on – in some respects I grew up. Not all, but some. It took a catastrophe to knock the stupidity and arrogance from my young bones. A catastrophe that killed two soldiers and sent hot screaming metal through my stomach. I became the victim – the photographed, the exploited and the frightened. Now I spend time, maybe too much time with my subjects, as one client was to remark just recently. I listen to their stories in great detail, as sometimes I am the only one who will listen, or remotely care. At some point I will take their photograph, I will hardly notice that I have done so, nor will they. Maybe it’s a technique, but it’s a subconscious one. Why does poverty, war, famine throw up such sharp, hard beauty? I have no idea, as photography is so utterly subjective. As a war photographer, I have witnessed unspeakable acts of violence. I had to photograph something beautiful, something/anything to save my soul. There comes a time in the life of some in my profession that we cry out for beauty and a gentleness that is missing in our lives. I have reached that stage».

Questa è l’intervista al fotografo di guerra Sebastian Rich, un uomo che dopo trent’anni di reportage dai luoghi più infernali della Terra, ha cominciato a scattare immagini sorprendenti di bambini e donne che sorridono in situazioni estreme – dai campi profughi alle zone di guerra. Un bisogno, il suo, che non nasce dalla voglia di essere cliccato su FB grazie a qualche stucchevole cagnolino, bensì dalla voglia di bellezza e gentilezza, che manca in una vita dedicata, come la sua, a raccontare il peggio che un essere umano può fare a un altro. E per una volta, ho abbandonato il mondo del teatro o dell’arte per dare voce a chi racconta l’abisso con una macchina fotografica, e quell’abisso lo vive davvero.

Simona M. Frigerio

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