Vik Muniz, an artist and photographer from Brazil, completed a three-year long documentary about the catadores- the people who pick recyclable materials out of the garbage located at Jardim Gramacho, a land fill in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil, depicting their struggles and innate sense of pride, dignity, and optimism, even though much of Brazil considers them to be underclass citizens.
When watching this movie, you see how very real these people are, they have hopes, they have fears, they’re scared or downtrodden (barely scraping by on their paychecks), they do things for each other (such as twenty people donating blood for one injured comrade), every single aspect of their personalities are every day. They’re not unique from other people, they’re just as curious, just as loving, just as sad. And I think that was the most important part of the whole endeavor, not the selling of the portraits, not the fame, but the recognition of the pickers, and anybody who saw their portraits, that they were people, real people with hearts, and with brains.
Waste Land, the name of Vik Muniz’s documentary, was, essentially a humanitarian effort on his part. He didn’t go into the landfill with the hope of making himself money (he donated all the proceedings to the Association of Recycling Pickers of Jardim Gramacho), but rather he wanted to prove how human the pickers were, as he realized when he compared the inhuman pictures of the catadores taken from the window of a helicopter with the very personable photos from his meet and greet.
This transition of proving to the catadores they were worth everything anybody else was, made the documentary for me. This aspect was what made me pay attention. Learning how one woman went from embarrassed to be a picker, to being proud, saying how it was a dignified job, an honest job.
This idea of taking people that are often overlooked, or looked down upon, and transforming them into human beings (even though they already were and many people just can’t recognize this) has been undertaken by more than just Vik Muniz.
In Skid Row, LA, a photographer by the name of John Hwang has beenphotographing the homeless, for no gain- he just posts the pictures and the people’s stories onto his Facebook account- he doesn’t get any fame or recognition nor does heget any compensation for his time, money, and supplies he gives to the homeless when he talks with them. It’s all on him, and his six days a week job, and expensive student loans.
Hwang says that he photographs the homeless in Skid Row because the conversations are the realest you can get. That they talk about important things, and completely managed to change his outlook on his own life. That’s what happened to Vic Muniz too. He changed the catadores’ lives, but they changed his too. He realized how much personality was crammed into those downtrodden people, and it touched his heart. Hwang saw how much the homeless had to say, and captured both the stories and the faces.
Vic Muniz, through selling the portraits of the pickers, gave back to the Association of Recycling Pickers of Jardim Gramacho all the profits. This changed how much the association could do for the catadores, a library with books was built, classes were offered, and when the Jardim Gramacho landfill closed, the association managed to get a payout of $7500.00 for each picker, and a place in the decisions of the new recycling facilities in Brazil.
Hwang, through his photographs, managed to create a sort of “butterfly effect” where one photo spurs a hundred people into action. They would go meet with the photo subjects, buy them dinner, help them with transportation, anything they wanted. And this could then allow a job, a family, and then more lives to be being changed, and it created a web of people helping each other…..all because of a photograph and a paragraph of a man, or woman’s, story.
I almost can’t put into words what these photographs did for the people who were the subjects. It completely changed their lives. Gave them hope, gave them spirit, renewed vigor, it catapulted them into an entirely unknown, unseen, or forgotten world. This is truly the epitome of anything humanitarian, and anything worthwhile. Taking people who are worth it, showing them, and then showing everybody else.
That changes things. That could change a whole hell of a lot of things.