As April 30 approaches, marking 40 years since the end
of the Vietnam War, people in Vietnam with severe mental and physical
disabilities still feel the lingering effects of Agent Orange.
Respiratory cancer and birth defects amongst
both Vietnamese and U.S. veterans have been linked to exposure to the
defoliant. The U.S. military sprayed millions of gallons of Agent Orange
onto Vietnam's jungles during the conflict to expose northern communist
troops.
Reuters photographer Damir Sagolj travelled through Vietnam to meet the people affected, four decades on.
If you are on the plane taking off from Danang airport
in Vietnam, look through the window on your right - between the
departure building and the yellow wall separating the airport from
densely populated neighbourhoods - you will see an ugly scar on the
already not very pretty face of the Vietnam War.
This is where barrels of Agent Orange were kept in the
airport U.S. military used to spray the defoliant across the country.
Now, more than forty years later, the spot is finally being
decontaminated.
When covering an anniversary, it’s easy to fall into
the trap of a “before and after” cliché or, even worse, to try to do
something different but irrelevant.
Even so, I wanted to do a story on the legacy of Agent
Orange. There were several raised eyebrows around me, as colleagues
asked: Couldn't I find something new instead of retelling a story told
over and over already?
I can’t say where and when I heard it but I remember
the advice well: no matter how many times the story has been done and
how many people have done it, do it as if you are the first and only one
to witness it. I listened to this advice so many times in the past and I
listened to it now.
Such assignments have rules, among the most important
being the longer you spend in the unknown, the more chance you have of
getting strong pictures.
So a Vietnamese colleague and I set off to travel
around Vietnam, a country stretching more than 1,500 kilometres from
north to south, with a great many people still affected by Agent Orange.
The Vietnam Association of Victims of Agent
Orange/Dioxin (VAVA) told Reuters that more than 4.8 million people in
Vietnam have been exposed to the herbicide and over 3 million of them
have been suffering from deadly diseases.
But soon after I started taking pictures and talking to
victims and their relatives, I realised I would need to think again
about how to do this story. My immediate and natural reaction was to get
closer, almost into the face of a victim, to show what has happened to
human bodies.
A forensic photography approach, almost. In a hospice
outside Hanoi, after a few strong portraits of a kid born with no eyes
and other victims whose bodies are horribly twisted, my original plan
felt wrong. The faces and eyes in the pictures hurt; the focus is there
but I may be missing things around, possibly even the story itself.
Former soldier Nguyen Hong Phuc, 63, sits on the bed with his son Nguyen Dinh Loc, 20.
I wanted to put it all in the context of today’s
Vietnam, forty years on. To see victims of the second and third
generations, where and how they live. To learn why children and
grandchildren of people affected are still being born with disabilities,
to find out if people know about the dangers, and if so when did they
found out.
And to take pictures of all that.
As we got closer to the former front lines travelling
from the north, the number of cases increased. We kept in touch with
VAVA, the main association helping victims, and they gave us much needed
information, including the number of victims and where they live.
Throughout the assignment, VAVA and other local
officials together with family members confirmed that the health
conditions of people we met and photographed are linked to Agent Orange
as their parents or grandparents were exposed to it.
In yet another village, Le Van Dan, an ex South
Vietnamese soldier, wearing a worn-out military jacket of the
communists, his former enemy force, told me how he was sprayed directly
from the U.S. planes not far from his home today.
As the tough man spoke through broken teeth, two of his
grandsons in a room behind the kitchen were given milk provided by a
government aid agency. Both kids were born severely disabled, doctors
say because of Agent Orange.
In a small village in Thai Binh province, in a cold
room empty of any furniture, Doan Thi Hong Gam shrank under a light blue
blanket. The room’s dirty walls suggest anger and some sort of
struggle. She’s been kept in isolation since the age of sixteen because
of her aggressiveness and severe mental problems. She is 38 now.
I took pictures of the poor woman for about 15 minutes.
They were possibly the strongest frames I have taken in a long time.
Her father, a former soldier lying in the bed in a room next to hers,
also very sick, was exposed to Agent Orange during the war.
Then another village and another picture. On a hill
above his home, former soldier Do Duc Diu showed me the cemetery he
built for his twelve children, who all died soon after being born
disabled. There are a few extra plots next to the existing graves for
where his daughters, who are still alive but very sick, will be buried.
The man was also a North Vietnamese soldier exposed to
the toxic defoliant. For more than twenty years he and his wife were
trying to have a healthy child. One by one their babies were dying and
they thought it was a curse or bad luck, so they prayed and visited
spiritual leaders but that didn’t help.
They found out about Agent Orange only after their
fifteenth child was born, also sick. I took a picture of the youngest
daughter. It was not an easy thing to do.
Lai Van Manh, who has physical and mental disabilities, rests in bed.
Village after village, strong pictures and even
stronger stories emerge. My camera stayed at a distance. I shot through
mosquito nets and against the light, I shot details and reflections. We
took many notes trying not to miss any important details needed to build
an accurate picture. Then we drove further south.
Back in Danang, next to its international airport, we
visited a young couple who have lived and worked there since late 1990s.
When they first moved there the man used to go fishing, collecting
snails and vegetables to bring home to eat.
The family was poor and all food was welcomed. What he
didn't know was that Agent Orange, which used to be stored nearby, had
contaminated the waters and everything around the lake situated next to
the airstrip.
His daughter was born sick in 2000 and died aged seven.
Their son was born in 2008, also sick with the same symptoms as his
late sister. I took pictures and then we drove the family to the
hospital for the boy’s blood transfusion. The blind and very sick boy
held my finger and later blew a kiss into the emptiness. I saw it from
afar as I walked away.
The United States stopped spraying Agent Orange in 1971
and the war ended in 1975. Twenty years later, some people from
villages and cities didn’t know all about it. Forty years later, today,
children and their parents still suffer and a large part of the story
remains untold. Agent Orange is one big tragedy made of many small
tragedies, all man made.
There is not much I can do about it with my pictures
except to retell the story, despite all the raised eyebrows. The
pictures I took are not about the before and after, they are all about
now. As for how poorly we read history and stories from the past, I’m
afraid that is about our future, too.
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