A major retrospective now on at the Imperial War Museum charts the career of veteran war photographer Don McCullin. Born in Finsbury, a deprived area of North London, McCullin spent his national service as a darkroom assistant in Africa and the Middle East. Failing to qualify as an RAF photographer he returned home and fell in with a notorious local gang, The Guv’nors who he occasionally photographed. After one of the gang’s members was jailed for murder some of these photographs were published by the Observer, initiating McCullin’s career as a photojournalist.
From then on McCullin’s CV reads like a list of twentieth century humanitarian disasters. Initially he focused on conflict, covering wars and insurgencies in Cyprus, Lebanon, Northern Ireland, El Salvador and Vietnam. Arriving in Vietnam shortly after the start of the Tet Offensive McCullin spent two weeks in Hue as American troops fought street to street with the Vietcong to retake the city. During this time he produced some of his best known and most devastating photographs of war, images often credited with helping to turn public opinion against the conflict.
While many of McCullin’s images depict the actual act of war, the shooting and grenade throwing action, some of his best tackle what some might regarded more as sideshows to the main event. In one an elderly Vietnamese man stares accusingly at the camera, presumably believing McCullin (dressed in borrowed American military garb) to be a US soldier. The man’s look is pure hatred, and it instantly makes you realise that whatever the wider political intentions behind American involvement in Indochina, ordinary people utterly hated them for being there. The psychological toll of war is another reoccurring sub-theme. In one famous image a shell shocked soldier stares vacantly past the camera to somewhere beyond the viewers head. Shell shocked is an apt term, the soldier looks like an empty shell.
Coverage of such a devastating conflict took also took its toll on the photographer, and viewing this exhibition it isn’t hard to see why. The level of suffering on show is overwhelming, even in photographic form. The exhibition space, a series of strangely shaped and rather claustrophobic rooms has a disorientating effect which amplifies the collective impact of the photographs on show. In a thirty minute video interview that accompanies the exhibition McCullin describes returning from Hue knowing he had some of the best photographs of his career, but also feeling he had become slightly insane.
McCullin’s relationship with his work is complicated, and there is a reoccurring suggestion that he was more than just an observer to the events he photographed. When he describes his time in Hue he talks as if he were actually one of the soldiers he photographed, commenting for example that ‘we were fighting hand to hand’. There are also examples of McCullin putting down his camera to help people, for example carrying an elderly Cypriot woman to safety. From this comes a sense throughout the exhibition of McCullin trying to redeem himself, to justify, and to present himself not like most journalists as an opportunist or a parasite feeding on other people’s misfortune, but as a participant or even a victim himself.
As if tying into this desire for redemption his later photographs seem to show a shift away from armies, the perpetrators of violence and a move instead towards the victims. His photographs of the victims of the Biafra famine for example. These images are overwhelming, perhaps more so than the war photographs. A portrait of a starving albino child, shunned by his own people is especially difficult to forget. McCullin covered other similar humanitarian disasters, including the impact of HIV in Africa. Attempts to return to the battlefield were met with mixed success. While his coverage of the Lebanese civil war was highly regarded, he was met with official hostility when he tried to cover the Falkland conflict and 2003 Iraq War, with governments presumably mindful of the role his photographs had played in turning public opinion against past conflicts.
Today McCullin focuses primarily on landscapes and private commissions, some of which are included (somewhat awkwardly) towards the end of the exhibition. He has stated that he doesn’t wish to be remembered as a war photographer. However although some of his non-conflict photography is arguably more interesting (for example his photographs of Travellers and Romanies and discrimination they faced in 1960’s Britain) it seems inevitable he’ll be remembered for pictures of dead, dying and grieving people, destroyed countries and lives, the worst parts of humanity. There is a cult of the photojournalist, particularly the war photographer, that McCullin’s career seems to fit rather too conveniently in to, and which at least partially this exhibition feels like a celebration of. It’s quite a lesson that even for a living photographer, one’s work can define you in ways you might not particularly like or be able to control. Unlike most war photographers however there is a lot more than opportunistic exploitation in McCullin and his work, interrogate his photographs and you’ll be suprised at the complexity of messages you find.
Don McCullin: Shaped by War is on at the Imperial War Museum London until 15th April 2012