I returned to my contact sheets this year amid reports of harrowing immigration traumas, family separations, gang wars in Central America and a political debate on the subject that has barely advanced beyond where I left it 30 years ago. I’d hoped then that, despite the ascendancy of TV, the power of still photography was undeniably persuasive and could help shape the immigration conversation, if not shake public fears about immigrants.
On my first visit to the border in 1983, I was overwhelmed by what I witnessed. I photographed grown men hiding in bushes, crawling in tunnels, grandfathers with their hands held high in plaintive surrender, the wounds of a man beaten by bandits. Yet the saddest moments were those of the children, exhausted and caught in the middle: mothers and daughters huddled together, uncertain about what would come next; a young boy, maybe 10, sitting alone after his detention, looking sad and unsure. In those days, the Border Patrol was happy to have media on ride-alongs. I could photograph what agents saw as they saw it. The starkness of shooting at night, catching subjects with a strobe in the darkness, had an immediacy and urgency that underscored the struggle of those who had hiked for days, if not weeks.
Night after night, from 4 p.m. until after dawn, for weeks on end, I photographed people trying to find safe harbor in the United States. Shooting at night was difficult: Film cameras in the ’80s had no autofocus, through-the-lens metering or ultrasensitive digital chips capable of shooting in low light like today. The border areas we traversed were pitch black (or darker on moonless nights). I couldn’t see through my viewfinder, much less focus. Relying on professional instinct and camera settings, I knew that within 10 feet, my images would be sharp; if I moved beyond those parameters, the flash would not deliver or the images would be soft.
Looking today at my images from the ’80s reminded me how much time can stand still — not just in a photograph but also in the universe around it. On the border, little has changed. In Washington, little has changed. The faces are the same. Photography is a powerful medium: a way to observe our history unfiltered and make historical events resonate decades later. Even in an era dominated by social media, photography still continues to shock and surprise. A still image allows you to look deeply into a moment, without sound or editing splices; a photo just stares you in the face, confronting you. Pictures of injured or dead children — like Syrian refugee Alan Kurdi, found lying facedown on a Turkish beach — can activate deep emotions and sometimes spur a policy change.
But not always. And not on the U.S.-Mexico border. Not yet.
Ken Light is a photographer and a professor of photojournalism at the University of California at Berkeley’s Graduate School of Journalism. A version of this photo essay will appear in The Washington Post’s Outlook section on Sunday.