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From 1948 until his forced retirement in 1979, took the Mexican photographer Enrique Metinides thousands of images and followed hundreds of stories in and around Mexico City. And what images and stories they were: car wrecks and train derailments, a bi-plane crashed on a roof, Stabbings and shootings in the park, apartments and petrol stations set on fire, earthquake, explosion, accident, suicide, manslaughter, murder. Metinides photographed his first dead body when he was 12. A year later, he was unpaid assistant to the photographer crime of Mexican newspaper "La Prensa" and published his pictures La Nota Roja in – the red note, or more colloquially, the bloody news, the best-selling tabloid newspaper. Now almost 70, is on his first European Metinides Knife holder. He has said that he his photographic style, white on black action film, based on police and gangster flicks. Some of his earliest childhood photos are from that what he saw on the big screen, while the other car accidents that happens outside his father's restaurant were. Always known as El Nino – the boy – got Metinides anywhere from the first, hang around the police station, goes to the morgue, not an ambulance chasing but on the way to her as a volunteer with the Red Cross. Although comparisons with the New York-scene photographer Weegee are inevitably form the context, content and style is quite different. In their way, are like scenes from movies Photos Metinides unmade road with a wide angle Lens and flash light, with the latter in the wake of news photographers he had seen in the movies. "My first photograph was always the facade of the building where the Crime was committed, "he says in an interview in the exhibition catalog," then one of the entrance, the cartridge case, the blood, the overturned drawer the body. This is a film, but in still photos. "These images are not cheap magazine" Photo Plays. "The death and disasters are real. Outdated at the blood the faces of corpses, a killer is blood-spattered grin, a stabbing victim was hurt astonishment Metinides Mexico is best known newspaper photographer. Images of such unrelieved and terrible intimacy, intensity and apparent pleasure are difficult for a British audience, but commonplace in Central and South America. They occupy a cultural Here we find difficult to understand. Metinides not only show us the mutilated and the dead, the bodies and blood. He shows us the gathering crowds, confused and paralyzed Passers-by, emergency teams and the rubber-neck. In fact, he shows us the city and its people, not just the random and cataclysmic event, but also its effect. He also shows us the inexplicable. What is not in a way that photographs tell Metinides in humanity is missing. Quite the contrary. They are overcrowded with people. In fact, is that the real problems with them – they show us too much humanity. In Metinides pictures we have seen not only dragged the body from the water after the drowning, we see the drowned man underwater, the gray body floats at the bottom of the pool. Or a body pulled from the banks of a river, like some horrible bait Trawl at the end of a rope, the spectators on the other side an inverted frieze reflected in the muddy water. We see things that we feel we should not be sought, but it is hard to draw our eyes away. The dead woman, with her bright red nails and blonde hair, draped over a truncated post after having to by a car a pedestrian crossing take their made-up face grim death, just at the moment when the paramedics over to cover it with a blanket. The suicide by hanging, dangle 'account of the tallest tree in Chapultepec Park, not the fact that her husband, her daughter with him and his lover committed suicide. " This fills the beautiful Most of the tree image. The woman is hanged almost a detail, in the soft light sprinkled at the foot of the tree. Metinides disturbing images are sometimes made evident by their Aestheticism, or perhaps rather the way we put them under other types of images, as if to defuse them, render them more acceptable. The man is out of the maze brought power lines on the bar – where he cooked, as he tried to illegally tap into the national grid – looks like a picture of Christ's deposition. But are not paintings and sculptures of Christ on the Cross "aesthetic" to? The order of the shots, try the two rescuers approach and grab a would-be suicide bombers of a stadium gantry (saving him "to know what death is like" of his desire) are also a drama of silhouettes and criss-cross support against the white Heaven, as a human event. It's about the spectacle as much as a lurid, voyeuristic spectacle in itself. In a way, this sequence tells us why we are looking as much as it is a record or rescue. The captions are as short and direct as the images themselves responsible. You give us the context, but also left us baffled: We are after all foreigners here. A woman carrying a small box under his arm, as she approaches some men in business suits on the street. We learn that them a poor woman who has forced out in the mortuary for a coffin for her two-year-old daughter, whose autopsy was already two hours before, "performed Yet. Other images are deeply enigmatic in other ways. In the background, we see the derailed train at the mouth of a tunnel. In the foreground, on white blankets under located the undergrowth is a train worker. Kneeling at the head, under the grass, a uniformed policeman takes notes. It is a surreal image. The ceiling is like a shroud opened and the victim could dream almost. The picture is indeed like a dream. The policeman could almost be drawing rather than a statement. Everything is quiet, almost as a diorama model, and inadvertently, beautifully composed. So is an incredible photo of a man lying on the street at night, electric shock by a fallen Power line. There he is, flat lighting in his suit, lit only by the torch of the fizzing wire, which also lights up the curb and silent empty corner. How Metinides there have to , Go you ask? Why is there no one else on this otherwise dark and empty street? The man who tells us about living. Perhaps the image that haunts me the Most shows a late 1940s sedan rolled on his side in the middle of the road in a curve. If it were not for the people who would think it was a toy, on beaten in a game. A man stares at the now vertical underside of the car, as if he had never seen anything like it before. The car casts a long shadow over the Country highway. Two women cross the street in the low angle of late afternoon light. One wears a white dress that picks up the sunlight, as well as the shell of the man's shirt, the white body and the grinning chrome grille of the car. You imagine the metal ticking as it cools and the chirping of crickets and Rustling leaves. The women are in their own shadow walk. The photo has all these white accents: the white dress, the man's shirt, the white car, who knows whitewashed roadside markers, the white clouds Massing of distant mountains. Finally, the white solid line in the middle of the blacktop, a radical Cartoon painted parabola. It all happened long ago, in 1951, somewhere in Puebla, Mexico. As far as we died, no one. The picture quality of these memories you're never quite sure was something that you experience yourself, or read a thing and was developed in the imagination. These photographs seem the beginning of something more than a record something past. That makes such a great photographer Metinides, although his subjects are so unrelievedly bleak. As displaced by La Prensa is added, Metinides not a single photo made, although he did not exactly retire. He stays in his Mexico City apartment, surrounded by televisions and radios, constantly monitoring the bloody messages on the local and satellite channels, video recordings to buy second-hand disasters. His radios are tuned to the police frequencies, and its shelves are stacked with video recordings. He has arranged a collection of thousands of toy ambulances, fire brigade and figures, some in small scenes of rescue and disaster relief. He also has – curiously – keeps a large collection of plastic frogs. Perhaps he has tried to explain the world to himself. What is what we do, even when we rang in this difficult images.The Phone . Look Another body was found was angry in Oakland Park and Harry Edwards. The driving force behind America's 1960 black power movement in sport hung up the phone and spat his words: "What happened now masters of the end of the great era of performance for black athletes in this country." This 60-year-old, physically imposing giant of a man was an issue global warming. "1968 was important, but the real story is to buy. An entire generation is wasted, and in many Cases, imprisoned or dead. We talk about the war in the Middle East, but the real struggle here in our cities, and nothing is done about it. No one is willing to accept it. "Edwards knows quite a bit about battles. He was an admirer of the Nation of Islam leader 1960s Malcolm X and he was a key figure in the American Black Power movement, whose most important moments was the salute on the podium at the Mexico City Olympics in 1968.Edwards today is a professor of sociology at the University of California, Berkeley, and takes a sabbatical. He is responsible for Division Parks in Oakland, a city half an hour's drive over the waters of San Francisco. Some Sabbatical. Last year 113 people were murdered in Oakland, were largely related to drug turf wars, and many of the corpses on Edwards' Park area found.
He pushes us an article he wrote for the Civil Rights Journal. "This shows you the real problem for America," he says. Read it and the words sound depressing drumbeat of hopelessness Edwards believes is enveloping black America. He produced statistics show setting in black athletes in Basketball, American football and baseball is in decline, and he says it is a mirror image of the "spiral of worsening institutional viability in many black Families – a deterioration includes the functionality of the family, education, economics, political infrastructure, and the black church, "In this environment, says. Edwards black youth lose hope of employment and he writes: "playgrounds, sand lot, parks and recreation areas in many cases were from the backyard Drug dealers made, or they have the battlefield in response disputes. "Simply said, they have become too dangerous to use." In view of such circumstances daunting, many black youths chosen to go with the flow, exchange team colors for gang colors or just getting out of it all to chill out. "With drug-related gun crime in Britain on the rise, the risk of inner cities could be on this side of the Atlantic face is obvious and Edwards' warning to America is all too clear to be heard in areas of London, Manchester, Birmingham and other cities, where traditional leisure activities is threatened by the outdoor assembly line violence.Edwards remains a passionate and charismatic advocate of racial equality and the role he believes the sport play in achieving that aim. He wears a heavy gold ring to it by the San Francisco 49ers for the work he undertook to their problems of racial integration to alleviate. When he speaks, people tend to involvement in the sport, he says, must be no let listen.Black. Investment in school sports programs and in safe monitored Play areas is crucial if gangs and gun culture will be resisted. One of his suggestions that young people 24-hour access to basketball should be allowed, Volleyball, tennis, bowling, badminton and swimming. Gloved fists It is a convincing look, and he adds, we can not afford to passively wait for better times. "We need to understand the forces threatening black sports participation." Edwards was instrumental in the time that most had to change with the black sporting experience. It's hard to imagine that there were many sports photographs that have become so indelibly in the history of the 20th Century in print that the detection of the moment when two young athletes Tommie Smith, John Carlos, gloved fists raised her to the sky above the 200-meter podium was at the 1968 Games, or of particular sporting moment can achieve a deeper savings black power salute in the world have been irradiated. Its immediate effect was to provoke the United States Olympic Committee to expel Smith and Carlos from the team. Smith and his family were the target of numerous death threats from criticism.mith under an avalanche, whose grandfather was a slave and whose father had all his life as a servant, was anything but a violent man, religion played an important role in his upbringing and as a student at San Jose State University, he had been inspired by the teachings of a young faculty and students of Malcolm X: Harry Edwards.Almost 35 years, talks in his office in Santa Monica College, where he was the head coach Smith still looks every inch an athlete. His tall, lean frame is only through his gray hair flecked betrayed, and he smiles proud as he looks at the print shop that hangs on the wall together. Many other memories of a brief but brilliant racing career, "You know, I was in Italy A few years ago with Muhammad Ali, and he said. "What have you, nobody would have the better you do not have to know you're a big man, you're the greatest." That meant so much, knowing that I have done something important to a man like Ali. "Edwards spent a lot of agitation for a boycott of the 1968 Olympic Games in Black Members of the American team. Although the group decision was against a boycott vote, Smith was determined to make his protest and recalls: "My wife brought the black gloves from the United States to Mexico. Just before we went to the ceremony, I said to John Carlos, do what I had [had finished third]. He looked at me and said, "I want the other glove." And I remember saying, "It is God bless us all '.." People were killed in America been this year. Martin Luther King had been murdered by the police and students in Mexico during the shot demonstrations. I knew I wanted to do, but what would happen then? Man, I was scared. "As soon as the anthem began, I knew where it was played for Tommie Smith, the No1. I closed my eyes and raised his fist. It felt like it a breeze blowing around them. It was a very eerie, but dignified feel. I wept and prayed, saying the Our Father. I knew I must be right. "I did not decrease next to it, just ask for help. My problem then, I thought, was, in my carcass to stand that and get off the track still breathing. And when I got out, I'm a man, it's all over. I did not know how true that was because I never ran another race. "Smith was effectively driven from the sport, and eventually took a teaching job after trying and failing as an American football player and a basketball coach. His fame may have been safe, but he says that he approached " Low point "in the following years, with his classes at night visit because he fears for his safety. Mixed reaction Many admired the attitude of his Convictions had been for its color and, but less forgiving others, including his black team-mate Jim Hines, the world record in the 100-meter victory, diving in 10-second mark for the first time.Hines, educated at the University of Texas, broke was from a wealthier background than Smith and still annoys the actions of its two Teammates and claimed it cost him endorsements that would have earned as much as $ 1.5m. He said. "There were 44 blacks on the U.S. team if they had [Smith and Carlos] sat down and discussed what they wanted we would have overruled them, but they decided to break rank. "There were hundreds of thousands of black men which had put in applications were for jobs in America, but if that had happened these requests torn and destroyed. When we got back to America were they do not talk about all the gold medals and world records, they simply spoke about Smith and Carlos. "What we would have on the trail a sufficiently strong message to all the world and to all races, which could reach black people in America have sent. What they did was wrong. "John Smith, coach of the current Olympic 100m champion Maurice Greene, was a brilliant 400m runner who made the U.S. team for the Olympic Games in Munich in 1972, and he says Tommie Smith (no relation) and Carlos brought a change in thinking and an awareness of racism in sport. "In the 60 years we operate, could sing and dance, but we could not eat in the big hotels. We still have problems on buses. When I took my seat in the front, they looked at you like 'Nigger, get in the back'. "Tommie went to school and have an education. He had his father cow, someone had to do and basically it was observed in the field until he died, without anything. As Tommie came to this state, it was his emancipation from slavery. "What is more important to have money in the bank or remain in memory as someone who changed things? Jim Hines never changed. He is a good man, but he is wrong. By the time I got in the team it was a black coach. Today I look Tommie and John say, "You helped us all '. "Edwards, the lecturer, and became friends Tommie Smith taught, stayed away from the Olympic Games in 1968, after a tip that he was black, together with other potentially Members of the American team are murdered when he traveled to Mexico. Instead, he saw in Canada, where he hid with friends. "My reaction is gone when I Tommie and John saw on television leaving Mexico was' My God, she got out alive, "says Edwards." What they did was of crucial importance. It was found that we were no longer satisfied to turn the other cheek, to act as we do not feel the humiliation, when the racist coach said a nigger joke. The demonstration meant, from that point on, that was the revolt of black athletes in the culture of U.S. society cemented. "Every athlete who is black and has a confirmation of the Opportunity to move into the broadcast booth or coaching, and anyone with a chance to start a company or his name on a clothing line. . . on a particular day, they should be on your knees and thank Tommie Smith and John Carlos. "Before Edwards' office, left at the side of a picturesque lake in downtown Oakland, He pulls a newspaper article. A 80-year-old jazz trombonist, Taswell Baird Jr., had just died three weeks after a raid that left him with a broken pelvis. He had knocked from his motorized wheelchair and brutally beaten by a 18-year-old black man. Baird had played with Ella Fitzgerald, Dizzy Gillespie and Louis Armstrong and was a Friend of Edwards. The big man had tears in his eyes when he said: "Can you believe you could do it go buy an old man, it must end?. have. This is the war America should fight "Race, by John Rawlings presented Monday, Radio 4, 8pm. <-! 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For a comprehensive overview in the Aztecs and Maya, visit the National Anthropology Museum, one of the best museums in the world. Mexico City is filled with the usual attractions of the city – a cosmopolitan nightlife and the normal bustle of humanity. But for an authentic feel of the culture of the city offers, travelers should make their way to the suburbs. Here a tourist is the authentic culture and charm of this city has waited many years for hundreds of. <-! From http://www.buzzle.com/editorials/1-20-2001-2141.asp -> <-! google_ad_section_end ->

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