Secret Histories | Stephen Dupont Goes Inside “Generation AK”
Photo: Kabul, 2005. A body building gym new Shah do Shamshira Mosque.
Stephen Dupont is a warrior. Ready for battle, on the field, armed with a camera and nerves of steel. For twenty years, he has braved the harsh and unforgiving landscape of Afghanistan, after being inspired by the Mujahideen rising to defend their nation from a Soviet invasion in the 1980s. The Afghani never say die, and they sent the Soviets home, just as they drove back the British during the height of the Empire.
In 1895, Rudyard Kipling famously penned a little ditty that goes: When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains, And go to your God like a soldier.
A century later, ain’t a damn thing changed.
Dupont has born witness to the devastation of war, of the way in which a chain of events has altered the course of human history. Generation AK: The Afghanistan Wars 1993–2012 (Steidl) presents two decades of a nation embroiled in wars with foreign invaders as well as itself, creating a dark and foreboding vision of hell on earth. Dupont spares nothing and no one, offering diaries to guide us through his experience. His voice, like his eye, is calm and level at what can only be described as the worst of times.
Dupont writes, “This was no joke, no place for weaklings, and I don’t mean the freezing winters when the temperature drops to minus 20 Celsius. I mean you need to have eyes in the back of your head; you need to be crazy and fearless. You need guts of iron to pass the Hekmatyar’s boys and the roadblocks, and you need to pray each time that you make it out alive. You need to be in control and you need a sense of humor. You need to know when to stand up for yourself and when you back down, and you definitely need to know when to run.”
Dupont’s Afghanistan is a chilling world, a post-apocalyptic vision of war in the new millennium. Yet within this foreboding vision, Dupont does not lose hope. There is a humanity that pervades this story, one that recognizes the individuality of his subjects, whether dead or alive. His section of portraits is particularly poignant, offering a moment of repose, a glimpse into what life is like when no one is coming for your throat.
And it is here there the desire to pause, or even stop, becomes overwhelming. The photograph’s ability to freeze time interminably combines with the book’s ability to lay still, quiet, unmoving. It’s a brief respite before the pages turn, before diving back into the inferno in which we burn. Perhaps this is one of photography’s greatest strengths, to sear itself into the mind’s eye for the rest of your life.
At the outset of the book, Dupont quotes the great W. Eugene Smith, who observed, “I would like that my photographs might be, not the coverage of a news event, but an indictment of war – the brutal corrupting viciousness of its doing to the minds and bodies of men; and, that my photographs might be a powerful emotional catalyst to the reasoning which would help this vile and criminal stupidity from beginning anew.”
And to this, let the choir say: Amen.
All photos: © Stephen Dupont, courtesy of Steidl.
Miss Rosen is a New York-based writer, curator, and brand strategist. There is nothing she adores so much as photography and books. A small part of her wishes she had a proper library, like in the game of Clue. Then she could blaze and write soliloquies to her in and out of print loves.