Behind Closed Doors
Digital print on Hahnemuhle paper
42 x 59.4 cms (16.51 x 23.34 ins)
Part of the series Small Town Inertia, with images accompanied by the testimonies of those photographed.
"When my father died, people would have a go at me. They used to have a go at me before he died when I was eight because he was working on the land and in those days working on the land was looked at as bad as working on a chain gang.
People never had much respect for me because my father worked on the land. Then, when my father died, they had less respect for me, because he was dead. Now, being blind, I feel that same absence of respect from people. I've gone back to how it was when I was a boy, only worse as I can't see anything. Full circle, only worse. Back where I started, like I'm an outlaw.
People prey on other people as they know they can get away with it. They seem to look for a situation someone is in and if they feel no one cares about that situation and the person, they are the ones they go after, as no one will give a damn, like, it's socially acceptable to hunt down the weak."
Small Town Inertia, pp.54-55