dealer, Guatemala City. March 17, 2001.
Guatemala City, March 18, 2001
The past week I've been hanging out with gang kids, looking up deportees
from LA, meeting with human rights groups and with youth programs. I'm
casting a wide net, but feel I've hardly had time to do any serious
photography. I'm eager to dig into one place or story I can really focus
on and do well. Patience.
This weekend some friends took me to meet "the pillow man"
who sells cocaine and crack to upper class kids. I
saw a street performance by a group who work with gang kids. It
was called La Redada--police sweep. The little built in flash of my
digital camera is frustrating me. Am eager to see my film.
Drove out of the city to meet the family of a youth who is in INS detention
in the US. He is hoping he can stay in the US because he fears being
killed by a gang if he is sent back to Guatemala. His
father took me to the cemetery where one of his other sons is buried--he
was killed at a party by a gang of cattle rustlers. Later
the same day I met the youths cousin--a seventeen year old
who miraculously survived multiple gunshot wounds. He told me that his
older brother was murdered by gangs when he was deported back to Guatemala.
He hopes his cousin can stay in the US.