When Someone Calls Me A Feminist
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IRAQ. Baghdad governorate. Baghdad. 2003. Teru Kuwayama’s coverage of the war in Iraq. He captured these scenes of ruin and reflection just after Saddam Hussein was ousted from power.

(1) (3) A U.S. soldier on patrol through the streets of Baghdad at night.

(2) A young girl at play in front of the ruins of the telecommunications ministry building, destroyed by a U.S. airstrike. 

(4) A female U.S. soldier comforts a young Iraqi girl who has broken down in tears.

(5) An Iraqi civilian holds a portrait of himself as a young police officer in a bygone era when Iraq was a prosperous country.

(6) A U.S. soldier moves through the ruins of one of Uday Hussein’s palaces, destroyed in a U.S. airstrike, and later appropriated for use by the Coalition Provisional Authority, in what would become known as the Green Zone.

(7) As a gunfight breaks out, civilians flee from a market where animals are sold.

(8) U.S. soldiers hold back Iraqi civilians who have gathered outside a government office where pensions were distributed.

(9) The ruins of the Ministry of Education, which was looted and burned in the aftermath of the collapse of Saddam Hussein’s regime.

(10) An Iraqi woman holds her dying infant in a hospital. Medical supplies were running low and the hospital had only a few days’ supply of the medicine that her child required.

Photographs: Teru Kuwayama

“In the spring of 2003, I flew into Amman, and drove across the Jordanian border into Iraq. Saddam Hussein’s regime had collapsed a few weeks earlier, and a handful of bemused American soldiers who were stationed at the border crossing shrugged their shoulders and waved my vehicle across into the desert.

I spent the next month in Baghdad, wandering the streets with a toy camera, photographing a visibly traumatized population as it emerged from decades of terror under a sociopathic tyrant—into the chaos of “freedom.”

Scavengers, on the trail of looters, stripped scrap metal from the ruins of ministries, and civilians unearthed mass graves in search of relatives. Checkpoints, fuel lines and piles of uncollected garbage choked the streets.

I accompanied U.S. forces as they extracted truckloads of cash from bank vaults that had survived the looters, and as they transformed Saddam Hussein’s palaces into armoured bastions of plywood and concrete.

President Bush would soon declare that “major combat operations in Iraq have ended,” but as the United States would slowly learn over the months and years that followed, it was only beginning.”