Green Zone Iraq
Print this pageNovember 02, 2008
Donovan Wylie is behind walls within walls.
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I have a system now, a way of working that is clockwork. I don’t shoot before 4 pm, as the light is so blinding, and so drive around for most of the day just looking and marking positions. Later, I revisit those places I have noted, and make some photographs, or “records,” as I tell the (American) police when I ask permission; the word “record” is less threatening than the word “photograph.” This is becoming a recurrent theme, my use of words, my body language, my attempt to present myself as a bumbling historian without an agenda....
If there is one thing that sits heavily in the air of this “Green Zone,” it is paranoia, or maybe it is just me, but I doubt it. It is the walls, I blame the walls, the endless walls. Before I came here I thought the Green Zone, this American-controlled enclave within this vast city, only had a perimeter wall around it, and everything simply existed within. But no, almost every single building within has a cluster of T-Walls around it, and usually another cluster within those, and sometimes more again...
It is the ultimate Russian doll.
So inevitably an atmosphere of fear arises – no one walks here, few move outside their compound, yet there always seems to be a lone figure somewhere in the landscape, as if walled in, nowhere to go, both mentally and physically.
In the evening I go through my afternoon’s work. Sometimes some of the security team look through it with me. One said tonight: “You have made me see a T-Wall in a completely different way.”










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