I don’t want to talk to you.” These were the phrases Abd heard over and over. Abd quickly learned that most Haitians, but particularly the poor, didn’t want to be photographed - not by a white man and certainly not for free. The pedestrians also covered their faces in the presence of a photographer. One Saturday evening, after a shootout between policemen and a gang, Abd saw a corpse laying face-down in the street with passersby averting their gazes in a common form of self-defense: See no evil to save yourself. This story was produced with support from the Pulitzer Center on Crisis Reporting.įrom the beginning, they spent days riding a motorbike around garbage-strewn, dirt streets of the violent, coastal neighborhoods of Cité Soleil, La Saline, Bel Air, and Martissant.
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