I recently saw this piece of his art online and it struck a chord with me on several levels as it relates to my travels in Bangladesh and elsewhere. I’m sure Banksy probably intended this piece to provide commentary on the fact that Western prosperity is often literally built on the backs of mistreated workers in the developing world, but it also reminded me how I often feel so much like a voyeur peering in on the lives of impoverished Bangladeshis. Sometimes I feel guilty for just witnessing some of the intense suffering and abject poverty I see on the streets. I feel I am intruding on something intimate and private; something that shouldn’t be nakedly exposed for me, a wealthy foreigner with no concept of hardship, to observe. This uncomfortable sense of impropriety gets me thinking.
I often wonder, how am I viewed by impoverished locals as I stroll around Dhaka? What are they thinking when I snap the odd picture of brick-breakers at work or take random selfies with a 200 dollar camera as a rickshaw wallahs pants and sweats under the weight of my overly chunky frame? What do slum-dwellers think of the wealthy white guy so awed by their poverty that he simply has to document the squalor to show his friends? Am I really that shallow? Should I actually take these photos? I I engaging in some sick form of voyeurism?
There is no way for me to shield my eyes from the poverty. It’s an inescapable aspect of life for most people living here and it would be foolish to attempt to hide from it. I suppose the best I can do is to notice it, learn about it, monitor my sensitivity to it and guide my actions accordingly.
Trying to figure out how to act on it is the hard part!
"It is more important to click with people than to click the shutter." Alfred Eisenstaedt