"I wonder what they're drugging them with..." commented a US commander in Vietnam regarding the tenacity and courage of the enemy. Apocryphal or not, it reflects an assumption, an expectation, an underlying worldview—what we tell ourselves about ourselves, what we tell ourselves about others.
On a sunny day the man with a camera wandered amidst the noise and the dust, the traffic and the rubble, seeking to document a people, a place, and a time. He didn't have to wait very long or go very far. Block after block, around every corner, humanity jumped in front of the lens—from the squares to the alleys, in the doorways, on the back of a motorbike.
The rumble of a bus. The silence of a stone fortress.
Pride. Grit. Longing. Determination.
"They don't know any better. All they know is what their government tells them. They don't know what they're missing..." insist most Americans, when pressed to explain the complacency and collaboration of others.
But how do we explain our own?
Maybe we don't know any better.
I wonder what they're drugging us with.