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Weaving her way

Weaving her way to freedom

Reporter Maria Zamudia and I recently took on an enterprise story to revisit the Trique community in Monterey County. Many indigenous people from the southern state of Oaxaca, Mexico moved to make a home in Greenfield, California, where jobs in the fields promise some income. They bring a vibrant, beautiful culture, but the Trique people recently received a great amount of notoriety for the practice of selling young girls into marriage. A local man was arrested in January 2009 for arranging for his 14-year-old daughter to marry a neighbor in exchange for $16,000. The headline made national news, like “Man accused of selling daughter for cash, beer.”

The swarm of media attention that came down upon the Trique people in Greenfield caused many to have a healthy distrust of any reporter or photographer. So as Maria and I walked along the streets of Greenfield trying to revisit the story, we had some fears of how we might reconnect to the community. And then we met Gloria.

Gloria Merino is a 4-foot-10-inch woman with gnarled, tiny hands and an incredible story. She was sold into marriage when she was only 8-year-old, but has finally gained personal independence at the age of 42 by supporting herself with traditional weaving. Gloria was kind enough to share her experiences with Maria and I, and even performed a traditional ceremony on me (more on that later).

The video below is wonderfully narrated by multi-talented Maria, and you can read her full story by clicking here.

This is also my first attempt at video with my new Canon 5D Mark II camera, and we fought the entire time. While the camera works great now, I lost a lot of the footage because of compression problems. But damnit — I was going to make it work.

Weaving her way to freedom from Conner Jay on Vimeo.

Taking a Chance

Here is an excerpt from a recent story I did on a wonderful family in Chualar. It’s hard to be a bitter, embattled journalist with stories like this out there.

BY CONNER JAY • cjay@thecalifornian.com • January 20, 2010

The baby boy was born deaf and drug-addicted after only 26 weeks in his mother’s womb.

“They all said you don’t want to start with someone with this many problems,” Ida Cook recalls of the advice she was given before adopting her first child. “And I said, ‘Yeah, I do.’ ”

Ida and her husband, Garry Cook, never envisioned parenting a “perfect” family. Looking through binders of photos of children up for adoption, they knew there would be a risk with any decision they made.

“You really don’t know what you’re getting into, whether you have your own child or adopt one,” Garry said. “But sometimes it’s better to go with the need.”
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The Cooks went on to name their first son Chance.

To read the rest of the story click here.

First round

Thursday in the Californian newsroom was running beautifully smooth and slow. There was time to catch up on some enterprise work, perhaps even enjoy a caffeinated beverage without having to slurp it down. But as soon as I had my delicious coffee in hand, they told me to run out for a video.

However, this really was a great story worth the extra attention.

Local soccer phenomenon David Estrada was drafted as the No. 11th pick in the MLS draft. Most sports analysts had him listed as getting picked up in the third or fourth round, so both Estrada and all of us the Californian were suddenly rushed when he was selected within the first hour of the draft. Although the interview, photos and video were fairly rushed with the sudden attention surrounding Estrada, the final package came together well. We even convinced Estrada to pose for us in his childhood backyard in East Salinas where he first learned how to play soccer. From humble beginnings to sports stardom — it’s always a good a story to hear. To read sports reporter Ryan Wallace’s story and view photos by photographer Scott MacDonald click here.

Powerfully alive

“When I review my life as a photographer, I feel blessed and fortunate to have experienced so many wonderful emotions, the most significant being the sense of being alive, powerfully alive.” — Peter Turnley

P.O.Y.

One of my end-of-the-year enterprise stories was compiling a multimedia presentation for the Salinas Californian’s photo desk’s Pictures of the Year. I finally decided on using a free online program called Vuvox to combine all our images with video interviews of us explaining the pictures. It feels rather awkward watching yourself speak, but we wanted a way to directly speak to the people of Salinas about our experiences photographing our community. Below is my final Pictures of the Year presentation. Please visit the Californian website here to view great work from our chief photographer Richard Green and staff photographer Scott MacDonald. And read our top ten stories of the year by all the wonderful reporters at the Californian here. There are some incredibly interesting stories bundled into this package.

As the darkness settles

On a cold December night, they hit the street. Walking the cement line with long naked legs, they break through the brisk, dark night. They smile and whisper to passing cars, “What would you like?”

A reporter and I were recently invited to a prostitution sting operation by the Salinas Police Department involving an undercover officer looking to pick up woman soliciting sex. While it is fairly common knowledge that prostitution occurs in the city of Salinas, I had no idea of what it was like on the streets.

We start the night early, as soon as the darkness settles. We ride back and forth between the streets along East Alisal and the ironically named John Street, as several cop cars and unmarked vehicles search.

“How do you know if they are a prostitute,” I ask.

“Well, you look for people looking back at you… It will be pretty obvious.”

We all stare through the tinted windows looking for someone staring back. Soon enough we see them. There are actually a startling number of woman walking along the seedy back streets, leaning towards slow moving drivers. We hear that some women are brought from as far as Fresno to work Salinas.

This may be because there seems to be no lack of Johns patrolling. There are so many cars driving along these alleys, the traffic begins to clog. Besides a few a automotive shops that are closed for the night, I can’t imagine why there would be any traffic here at all.

Soon enough the undercover is picking up girls for the arrests. We listen to their exchanges over the radio.

“Yeah a blowjob would be nice — $20?”

As the officers make arrests, we zoom by for brief snaps and glimpses through the camera. The women look defiant and disappointed.

The police make small jokes over the radio, often guessing the gender of a prostitute (they arrested the same number of transsexual prostitutes as they did women that night), but the sarcasm seems to mask a sadness. Kind of like a joke that’s made when there is nothing left you can do. The officers worked incredibly hard to make their arrests, many already coming from an eight hour day. Despite some obvious shortcomings with their equipment, they made it work.

“We try to divert it, or slow it down,” an officer says. “But we’re not stopping this.”

This life stuck to the underbelly of society seems wide open for business. The girls still hit the street each night as the darkness settles.

Into the light

A quick frame from a Dia de los Muertos event in Salinas. This is a performance by Kalpulli Oceloyotl, a traditional Aztec dance group based in Castroville. There are several similar groups in the area, and I am totally transfixed by their performances. The lines they create through their costumes and movement put me in awe.

Under the flag

I found myself under the flag awhile back at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey.

Fight Night

My father use to be a boxer and my little brother is currently fighting as an amateur. The sport is a pretty common topic in my family, so I love covering any ringside event. Love it.

There is a wonderful contradiction between the blood-thirsty punches and the great grace it takes to dance in the ring. While many of the screaming fans demand red, most of the fighters I have met are gentle, humble people. I think their fascination with the sport comes from a beauty in the demanded discipline. Not the broken noses.

The culture surrounding fighting craves for a primitive brutality and sexuality. And that seems to speak to all our inherent nature.

Here are a few images from Friday’s Fight Night at the Tank series at HP Pavilion in San Jose.

Killer Kids

Killer KidsKids are funny. And terrifying. This Halloween I had to set up a Salinas Californian photo booth for the kids in costume trick-or-treating at Sherwood Hall. We were expecting about 30 people for the shoot, and I ended up taking photos of over 200 kids. I was hoping to set up a more creative lighting solution, but the daunting line of kids snaking around the corner convinced me to keep it simple. Real simple.

But can you really take a bad photo of a kid? Here are a few photos from the shoot I enjoyed. This post is specifically for my ma who I think can best appreciate these tiny terrors.