{"id":1962,"date":"2020-09-09T06:58:17","date_gmt":"2020-09-09T06:58:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/people.epancharatna.com\/?p=1962"},"modified":"2021-02-11T11:30:05","modified_gmt":"2021-02-11T11:30:05","slug":"faceless-forgotten-a-photo-essay-on-the-refugee-crisis-by-photographer-and-storyteller-paul-choy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peoplebeyondborders.org\/es\/faceless-forgotten-a-photo-essay-on-the-refugee-crisis-by-photographer-and-storyteller-paul-choy\/","title":{"rendered":"‘Faceless, Forgotten,’ A Photo Essay On The Refugee Crisis by Photographer and Storyteller Paul Choy"},"content":{"rendered":"

A photograph that does not tell a story, is a lifeless picture \u2013 it\u2019s a failure to capture the viewer and therefore, his heart. One single photograph can inspire a person if a photographer knows how to tell a good story. Because photographer Paul Choy wanted to find out the truth for himself behind media headlines, and because he wanted to tell the individual stories of each refugee, he set out for the refugees\u2019 camps in Calais and Greece with his camera. The result is the \u2018Faceless, Forgotten\u2019 \u2013 a photo essay and a documentary about the struggles of refugees.<\/p>\n

As I walk into the restaurant to meet Paul Choy, I scan the entire place until I find the man, sitting on a couch in a corner, his face composed and his figure discreet. Yet you may not guess that this man is a photographer who harbors an intense love for storytelling until he starts speaking. Like any photographer who started out, Paul says that initially, he went for the \u201cpretty pictures.\u201d\u00a0However, he felt there was something missing. After purchasing several pieces of camera gear\u00a0thinking it would solve the issue, Paul Choy realised that \u201cpretty pictures\u201d held no meaning for him. They needed to tell a story. And the release of a camera, the\u00a0Fujifilm X100T<\/a>, acted as a catalyst. Paul tells me that while the camera was quirky and the auto focus dodgy, it was a thing of beauty, and with a prime lens\u00a0it encouraged him to better tell the stories. Prime lenses have since then been his go-to lenses for portraits. Over the years, inspired by the works of photographers\u00a0Pep Bonet<\/a>\u00a0y\u00a0Joey L<\/a>., he sought stories across the world. One of those is that of the refugees in Europe.<\/p>\n

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Paul Choy and two children in Kara Tepe refugee camp playing for the camera<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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First Stop: Calais<\/h3>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

In February 2016, Paul Choy first visited the refugees\u2019 camps in Europe, shooting and recording the stories of the refugees with his\u00a0Fujifilm X100T<\/a>\u00a0y\u00a0X-T1<\/a>. He had also in mind to film a documentary on the subject. So, he packed his\u00a0Fujifilm X-Pro 2<\/a>\u00a0and went back to the camps again in April. He favoured a\u00a0selection of prime lenses<\/a>\u00a0for his photos to tell the individual stories of the willing refugees.<\/p>\n

Starting his journey to Calais from London, Paul took the train to the north of France and in just one hour, he reached the Jungle of Calais, as they call it, and what he saw was not what he had expected.<\/p>\n

“Before I went, when I pictured a refugee camp, I pictured rows of UN tents with staff to help and guide the refugees. But what I saw was not what I expected”<\/h4>\n
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Children play on the wasteland of the Jungle of Calais. Temporary shelters made of wood and plastic have been their home for the past two months.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Home to approximately 5000 refugees, on the outskirts of Calais, the Jungle has become one of the largest slums in France.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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The majority of refugees in the Jungle are attempting to cross to the United Kingdom. Already speaking English, and having family members in the UK, are the primary reasons people give for making this journey.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Calais was a mass of plastic, a land of waste, where there was no proper access or security. And for those refugees looking for aid, there was no information desk available, only volunteers setting up local NGO\u2019s. Even Paul Choy says he was lost as to where to start. The photographer had brought along a camera man to film a documentary but people appeared disillusioned and reluctant to appear on camera. He realised something important:<\/p>\n

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“In Calais, people have been waiting for months to be allowed in the UK and there I was, with my UK passport, traveling so easily from one country to another within one hour, because I was born in the right country and had the right passport, no questions asked.”<\/h4>\n<\/blockquote>\n

As a documentary photographer, Paul Choy says that you have the responsibility to tell a story as you see it, without bias. However, it is not very easy to distance yourself from the sad stories you hear, he adds. Paul says he has seen first-hand the plight of the refugees; he sat around the fire in the cold with them; he ate what they ate, he slept where they slept. But at the end of the day, the truth is he could go back home anytime. He chose to be there. They did not.<\/p>\n

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“I think that these people who have walked across Europe to Calais, have grown more and more disillusioned over time. They expected a helping hand and shelter for their families and what they got was not quite that, at least not for everyone.”<\/h4>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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\u201cI haven\u2019t seen my wife or baby for two years. The situation became so dangerous in my country, we had to leave. I heard they were in England, so I\u2019m trying to find them, but I haven\u2019t managed to leave France. Now I am stuck in the Jungle”, says this refugee from Eritrea, in Calais, France.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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\u201cI have a Masters Degree in Business Administration. I am very well educated. Now look at me.\u201d (Refugee from Pakistan, in Calais, France.)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Second Stop: Greece<\/h3>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Paul Choy realised that if Calais was the end of the journey, the Greek islands were the start. So he flew to Greece, and did in a few hours what refugees take months to do. In the Greek camps, he found the people to be more open and willing to share their stories. They would ask him to take pictures of them and their friends because they thought that they were going to the \u201cpromise land.\u201d\u00a0It was a stark contrast to Calais, where many refugees were realising that there was perhaps no \u201cpromise land,\u201d\u00a0hence their disillusion. Along the way from Greece to Calais, some families found asylum in other countries, some got separated and at the end of the journey;\u00a0the Calais camp consisted mostly of single lone men. But the Greek camps in Idomeni, Lesvos, and Polykastro which Paul Choy visited, sheltered a majority of families.<\/p>\n

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Life as a refugee is filled with waiting. Waiting for food. Waiting for water. Waiting for power to charge mobile phones. Waiting for night to follow day, as days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months. But most of all, they wait for borders to open, allowing them to move on to the next stage of their journey. (Refugees from Afghanistan, in Idomeni, Greece.)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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\u201cBeing here is like a hole in time. I want to study, I want to learn, but I can\u2019t. Here I can\u2019t do anything. I will never get this time back.\u201d (Refugee from Syria, in Polykastro, Greece.)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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A child plays like any other, turning his home into his playground. His home is a tent by the side of a busy road, his playground is a field filled with the mud and waste from thousands of people with nowhere to call their own. (Refugee from Afghanistan, in Polykastro, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n

Photographing the individuals he encountered, Paul Choy says that he would sometimes sit with them at night and see them laughing and chatting, keeping the fire ablaze. One of them told the photographer that just because they laugh, it does not mean that they are not angry. And that is what Paul wants people to be aware of through his photographs \u2013 he does not want people to adopt the high moral ground in this situation because in war, the casualties are always people. Simply seeing them and addressing them as refugees, dehumanises them. Because as shown in his photos, those refugees are women, men, and children hailing from different backgrounds, with different abilities and talents who\u2019ve been forced to flee their own country. They are not simply a mass of faceless people walking.<\/p>\n

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\u201cMy wife is seven months pregnant. We had to cross the sea in a small boat with so many other people. It was very dangerous, but we had no choice. We couldn\u2019t stay in Afghanistan, it is too dangerous there.\u201d (Lesvos, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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A twelve year old child from Syria travels alone. One of the thousands of unaccompanied minors fleeing the wars of the Middle East, he says he is travelling to Germany, but doesn\u2019t know where that is. (Refugee in Polykastro, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n

Taking Calculated Risks for a Story<\/h3>\n

Paul Choy asserts that to tell a story, you need to live that story. One may not share the same predicament as the refugees but understanding, empathy and humility seems to be the best tools for him. The media just like a photographer possesses the ability to shape a story. But in doing so, the photographer has the responsibility to share an unbiased account and not to engineer photos to tell a story.<\/p>\n

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“The story should drive the photographer, not the other way around.”<\/h4>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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Refugees protest their detention in the Moria Detention Centre (Lesvos, Greece).<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Refugees protest their detention in the Moria Detention Centre (Lesvos, Greece).<\/p>\n

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Police guard the entrance to the Moria Detention Centre in Lesvos, where over 3000 refugees are being detained. Vastly overcrowded, conditions in Moria are particularly difficult for the many children being held behind three metre high barbed wire fences. (Lesvos, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n

However, Paul Choy warns of the risks one is ready to take to get the right photo. For instance during his visit to a Greek refugee camp in Idomeni, angry young migrants who were frustrated from being confined since months in the camps near the Macedonian borders, decided to climb over the barriers the police had set up. The situation escalated quickly into a riot with some men throwing rocks and the police quickly threw tear\u00a0gas cans and fired rubber bullets at the refugees. Paul decided to dive into the action to get some images. On one side, there were the young men and the police, and on the other side, there was the majority of refugees amassed behind, watching the scene and not taking part. The photographer says that what he witnessed was terrible: the rubber bullets and tear gas\u00a0to deter the young men from crossing the border, also hit near the crowd amassed behind them.<\/p>\n

What Paul saw next made him pause. His own lungs were burning from the effects of the tear gas and he had been hit by a rubber bullet. But there amidst this riot, a mother with her children, including a baby, had been tear\u00a0gassed. Paul tells me he could not imagine what that baby must have felt. As a photographer, he did wonder whether he should take a picture or help the mother and her children. And he chose to help carry the baby and left the field for safety.<\/p>\n

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Emotions boil over, as refugees storm the border fence between Greece and Macedonia. Approximately 50 refugees make their way through the fence, only to discover many more fences beyond. (Idomeni, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Teenagers and young men throw rocks and stones at police on the other side of the fence, as dozens of others storm the border attempting to cross. (Idomeni, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Refugees flee tear gas and rubber bullets fired by Macedonian police over the border, into Greece. (Idomeni, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Tear gas canisters, fired at the refugees, litter the fields around the border of Greece and Macedonia. Doctors without Borders would later report treating hundreds of refugees for the effects of tear gas, including many babies and young children. (Idomeni, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A group of refugees carry a fallen comrade, shot by a rubber bullet as he attempted to illegally cross the border from Greece into Macedonia (Idomeni, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n

Paul Choy says that it is one thing to head into the field with a camera. But when the adrenaline rushes in, it is important to keep a cool head and to remember why you are here. When I asked\u00a0him whether he was satisfied with the “Faceless, Forgotten”\u00a0series, he replies “yes and no.”\u00a0Yes, because the project got a positive response and it helped shed some light on the predicament of the refugees. But no, because if he did what he could, he does not know if he has really achieved something for those refugees. They are still in those camps while he has already travelled to a dozen countries since then.<\/p>\n

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Refugees watch on as tear gas is fired towards the main camp at the Greek border with Macedonia. Blankets are held ready to smoother the canisters, preventing the gas reaching children in the tents behind. (Idomeni, Greece.)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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In Conclusion<\/h3>\n

Ultimately, Paul Choy counts himself lucky to have been able to photograph the people he met and that they trusted him with their struggles and fears. He tells me one thing that I think is important:<\/p>\n

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“If I tell a story, it might make a difference. But if I don\u2019t, it certainly won\u2019t.”<\/h3>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The photographer says he was “fortunate”\u00a0that he did not see the worse, but that he was troubled to realise that the perception through the media and the reality of the situation were entirely different. With his photo essay, the “Faceless, Forgotten\u201d and with others\u2019 photos, Paul Choy hopes people will look at the refugees with a new eye and understand that the refugees are the responsibility of everyone. He believes that a photo can go a long way to inspire people. The photos might not change the course of a war, but people may be inspired to take small actions that can make a difference in the life of one person.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI was an engineer in Syria. I have a lot of experience, but nobody will listen to me here. Now I just help the others build shelters with the wood and other things we find laying around.\u201d (Refugee from Syria, in Polykastro, Greece)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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To view the entire series titled the “Faceless, Forgotten,” click\u00a0aqu\u00ed<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Take a look at the website of Paul Choy\u00a0aqu\u00ed<\/a>.<\/p>\n

All photos used with the permission of Paul Choy.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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