Robin Maddock presented his book to the public last sunday at the Whitechapel Art Gallery.
First there was an interesting slideshow of selected pictures from the book with the music and lyrics of one "dizzie rascal", a local rapper, telling stories of street life, dealing drugs, being stopped and searched by the police, etc. etc.
they tried to match the picture with the lyrics.
it's unfortunate that just that kind of gangstah culture expressed in the lyrics and imported largely from USofA that creates the fertile ground for the false mythology of invicibility and immortality or worst, of being doomed to dying young, that is so detrimental to their lives.
Photographer RM for 3 years has followed police conducting drug raids in hackney, minor raids, the ones, as RM put it, that won't make even the local papers.
RM has tried to document those raids in without any judgement, without leaning on one side or the other.
THese is a lot of sadness in these pictures, the subject are sometimes blurred, there is like a haze surrounding some of the shoots, the eyes barely open, a combination of substances and sleep, these raids take place very early in the morning; the parents watch the police take their children for questioning or imprisonment; the houses and flat must be searched, everything is on the floor; the furniture moved around and lifted to search narcotics.
RM says that perhaps the title of the book should be a question; and I think the answer to that question ("Are our kids going to hell?") is yes, our kids are going to hell and they are draggin us with them down the hole.