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nacla.org photo essay : This is a photo essay created for the use of nacla.org by Justin Riley. none of the photos have been yet been edited. The finished piece can be viewed at https://nacla.org/node/5654

nacla.org photo essay

This is a photo essay created for the use of nacla.org by Justin Riley ...

Updated: Mar 20, 2009 11:35am PST

Salvadorian Presidentail Elections, March 15th, Usulután. : This gallery includes images from the municipality of Usulutan. Usulutan is the 2nd largest voting municipality in the country, with a population of 73,064 and a voting population of 58,529 (in 2006). It is 110km East of San Salvador and considered by many the hottest place in the Americas. I was the coordinator for the Usulutan municipality through an International Observer Mission name CIS (Center of Exchange and Solidarity).

Salvadorian Presidentail Elections, March 15th, Usulután.

This gallery includes images from the municipality of Usulutan. Usulu ...

Updated: Mar 28, 2009 6:03pm PST

upsidedownworld.org photo essay : This is a photo essay created for upsidedownworld.org about the March 15th, Salvadoran Presidentail Elections. The full piece can be seen at http://upsidedownworld.org/main/content/view/1793/1/

upsidedownworld.org photo essay

This is a photo essay created for upsidedownworld.org about the March ...

Updated: Mar 28, 2009 6:08pm PST

FMLN Rally: week before elections : This gallery is of the FMLN closing of the campaign rally in San Salvador the Sunday before the 2009 Salvadorian Presidential Elections. The local media estimated that over 300,000 participated. The event started in the late morning and the celebrations did not end until early the next morning.

FMLN Rally: week before elections

This gallery is of the FMLN closing of the campaign rally in San Salva ...

Updated: Mar 26, 2009 6:25pm PST

Latin America : This gallery contains photos I have taken for a publication or photos that I took freelance but that I believe adhere to a standard photojournalism style. An edition of the ArgenTimes newspaper that I worked for in Buenos Aires can be downloaded at [http://www.theargentimes.com/downloads/docs/the_argentimes_21.pdf]

Latin America

This gallery contains photos I have taken for a publication or photos ...

Updated: Nov 10, 2007 9:06pm PST

Bolivian Miner Uprising: November 19th, 2006 : My story begins two nights ago on a night bus from Cochabamba, Bolivia, to the historic mining town of Potosí. I boarded at seven, the bus left the station an expected hour late at eight, and at midnight we stopped in the middle of the Bolivian Altiplano (high plains) at a quite unexpected roadblock. You see, here in Bolivia there is no work, and I am talking an unemployment rate of over 50 percent, so when people don´t have work they don´t eat, and when Bolivian miners don´t eat they set up road blocks in the middle of the night and then throw dynamite at vehicles that try and pass. So by the time my bus hit this miner blocado I found myself about five miles back in this massive line of cars in the middle of nowhere. Rather than tray and sleep, my friend Marcelo (the bus driver) and I decided to hike the line of cars to see what was going on. Marcelo is good friends with the miners, as I guess the miners have made it a habit to set up blockades on his route. We walked under the waning moon to the sound of dynamite in the distance, growing ever closer. When we arrived to the roadblock and bomb fires I would be lieing if I said that I was not just a little scared, but Marcelos kept assuring me that the miners ¨are good people,¨ and that ¨they only have problems with vehicles trying to pass their blockade without bribing them first.¨ I would soon meet the miners and understand. After spending some time with the miners I returned the five miles back to my bus, retrieved my bags, and as the sun began to rise I headed back to cross the blockade by foot. The sunrise brought with it an enormous migration of Bolivians making the same trek as I. When I reached the other end of the blockade the Bolivian Military was just arriving from Oruro and everyone assumed their positions. It was like clockwork: a military line, a miner line, and between them unarmed representatives of both approving the passage of the many hiking civilians changing buses. Thirty minutes passed and a man with a briefcase arrived in an SUV, there was talking, handshakes and smiles exchanged, and it seemed that everyone was going to leave happy. Then all of the sudden across the valley we saw another military company storming a separate group of miners. The miners around me started yelling, someone lite some dynamite, the soldiers started shooting tear gas and rubber bullets, and everything went to hell in a hurry. Having talked to the officers earlier had told them that I was a photojournalist from the States so they were very accommodating to my presence and I was able to hang out with the TV cameras during the entire thing. It was quite the experience, tear gas induced vomiting and crying is one of those things that everyone should try at least once. When I began photographing the action I had put my backpack on the ground next to the army transport. My thinking was that there is no way anyone is going to steel it with hundreds of cops around and that there is also no way the American armed Bolivian military was going to loose ground to these miners throwing sticks of dynamite. I was wrong. I should have known with Bolivia´s military/territorial loss record, but the military fled, putting my bag in an area where I was not about to go. When I returned, after fleeing the drifting clouds of tear gas (as they were shooting the gas upwind, brilliant) my bag was gone. I spent the rest of the day sending my photos off to local and national papers, searching for my bag, and yesterday I filed a police report against the Bolivian military (odd huh?), who I am almost certain picked it up thinking it to be theirs. We´ll see how it turns out. But for now, I have moved onto Potosí with no more than the clothes on my back, my money belt at my waist, my camera around my neck (since I was luckily photographing when my bag went missing), and recently purchased toiletries in my pockets.

Bolivian Miner Uprising: November 19th, 2006

My story begins two nights ago on a night bus from Cochabamba, Bolivia ...

Updated: Dec 20, 2007 8:20pm PST

Argentine Day of Protest: April 2007 : Over a half-million Argentines took to the streets of Buenos Aires after a police officer killed a science teacher in a peaceful demonstration two days prior. Argentines termed the day the "National Day of Protest" as all across the country schools closed, public transportation stopped, and government employees walked out of work to show their opposition to police brutality and government imperialism. The South American Capital City was at a stand still for over eight hours while peaceful demonstrators marched the streets in song.

Argentine Day of Protest: April 2007

Over a half-million Argentines took to the streets of Buenos Aires aft ...

Updated: Dec 20, 2007 7:23pm PST

El Chile, Nicaragua: A Struggling Community : A photo essay starring the people and places of El Chile, Nicaragua. El Chile is a community of roughly 300 in the mountains of north central Nicaragua. The town is serviced by a single dirt road serviced by one daily two hour bus ride from Matagalpa, Nicaragua. El Chile has an elementary school and sporadic electricity and water for the lucky few privileged enough to live on the main path.

El Chile, Nicaragua: A Struggling Community

A photo essay starring the people and places of El Chile, Nicaragua. ...

Updated: Jan 13, 2008 7:04pm PST