Raised By Wolves

Posted on March 13th, 2013

Raised By Wolves is Jim Goldberg’s classic documentary book about teen runaways living on the streets of San Francisco and Los Angeles. Goldberg tells the story of Dave, Echo and a group of “curb-hugging rolling souls” through a raw scrapbook of photos, video stills, personal items and conversations interspersed with his emotionally honest narration.

This type of documentary work—combining words and visuals, with the author submerging into the story—can be intense, but it’s the best. One of the most striking spreads in Raised By Wolves consists of the contact sheets from two rolls of film. The first few frames show a TV broadcasting the flag raising on Iwo Jima, then it briefly switches to a test pattern before displaying nothing but static. Taped between the rows of photos is a single typewritten thread, many of the words crossed out or written over, describing a series of unpublished photos. The buried pain seeps off the page, and Goldberg ends with: “I hid these pictures for years”

Raised By Wolves is out of print, with available copies ranging from $250 to $800, but I was able to locate one for free through an Interlibrary loan (ILL!). If you’d like to see more, this short film brings the story to life, and an extensive series of Goldberg’s photos are available on Magnum’s site.

 

Jim: Do I begin with tweekers or normal suburban kids? Right now [the book is] on abuse and neglect. But I don’t want to make this a straight documentary. I don’t think normal kids are that normal.

Echo: Look, you have this Cosby-type show that people think is going on. Then you have this horrible family, where people think abused kids come from. And then you have this stuff in the middle, which is where most people are. I’m trying to think of how you can get to the middle part of it. Show little parts of the perfect family, and then show the horrible nightmare. Maybe use it as a basis. So people will be more open to seeing the problems with the average kid. There’s a kind of despair that kills that little innocence that kids are supposed to have.

 

“The problem you are going to face, I think, is trying to bridge the gap between ‘society’ and the kids whose problems you portray. Very few people can cross that bridge, because they are uncomfortable with the fact that these kids are products of themselves. They would rather classify them and give them names like ‘victims of abuse, drug addicts, runaways, criminals, and mentally ill.’ They don’t want to respect them for the people that they are. Kids, all kids, are sick of people trying to change them. So many people try to become a part of these kids’ lives, and then turn them into whatever they think they should be.

I have never known you to do that. You showed us as we are, and let us tell the story ourselves. Kids are only going to listen if society first lets them speak with their own voices, without ‘editing.’ Make sure that your work tells the true stories. Show people that they are not the only ones who matter, and that they don’t have the right to classify kids into neat boxes, because that will not make them go away. Instead, it will make their numbers grow.”

- Letter from Echo to Jim, his wife Susan and their young daughter Ruby Sophia

 

These kids find their greatest human need, which is the need for love and affection, met out on the streets with a peer group that will love and accept them. They become greater than a family. You know, they would rather live in filth and hunger with a group that will accept them than they would with a family that will meet all their physical needs, yet inflict on them emotional pain and torment.

- Preacher Hilton

El Capitan

Posted on March 2nd, 2013

 

 

This morning I was a little over my camera, but then I found these old shots of Lakai and felt much better. Salute Margot & Rich.

Winterfresh

Posted on February 5th, 2013

Live from the trap: Matty Hollman and myself putting the FKS in Frankenstein. Shot by Matthew Waring, one of my favorite photographers. We drank a lot of tea together during our too-brief stint as roommates a few summers ago. Expect more from all three of us before the snow melts.

Words

Posted on January 30th, 2013

If I could sing or play an instrument for you, I would sing and play an instrument for you. If I could dance for you, I would dance for you. If I could paint for you, I would paint for you. But my thing is words … words … But the problem about words is that you may listen to them, and that would be a mistake. For all I’m doing is painting with words, and the message that is being sent is non-verbal. Anything you write down in a notebook to take home to think about, forget it. For in fact I am not going to say anything that you don’t know already. But the perplexing problem is that you don’t know you know.

Chuang Tzu says, “The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you’ve gotten the fish, you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you’ve gotten the rabbit you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning, once you’ve gotten the meaning you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words, so I can have a word with him?”

- Beginning of Here We All Are, recorded in the summer of 1969 in Vancouver, BC.