ABSTRACT
If you stay quiet long enough, people often answer their own questions. “What do you think of Pachacútec? Lots of disorder, right?” I gazed through the fog and watched a group of women negotiate their relocation while police and dirigentes (community leaders) tore down their houses. Before I could continue the conversation, one dirigente asked if I would photograph two children sitting huddled alone in the fog, their belongings scattered in plastic bags behind them. He asked me to take as many pictures as possible, “but please don’t get any pictures of our people doing the eviction,” in case there were reprisals later on. People argued. Some wielded documents, others large wooden sticks. Still others stood by conversing politely with neighbors as their houses were knocked to the ground and their belongings destroyed.
