Here’s another one of the new portraits that was created on the recent trip to the east coast. This one is of Iraq War veteran Chantelle Bateman. I was lucky enough to spend about 1 week with Chantelle in Pittsburgh, PA during the G20 protests. It was truly great to get to know her and be inspired by her enthusiasm for creating peace and radical change in our world. After Pittsburgh, Chantelle, myself and Jason Hurd (another Iraq war veteran that I have done a portrait of for this series) made a late night drive over to DC in order to get up early and create the portrait below in front of the White House. It was a bit of surreal experience- I had forgotten ( I think because the only time I’m usually any where near the white house is for a protest) that there are always bus loads of tourists mingling around the front gates, getting their photos taken, etc. I had this idea it would just be Chantelle, Jason and I with no distractions. The intimacy of my work hinges upon my ability to connect with those I photograph on an emotional level during the shoot and bus loads of curious tourists makes that slightly more difficult. However, it wasn’t long before Chantelle and I were able to forget that anyone else was around and were able to really connect and focus on what it was we were there to do.
Here’s Chantelle’s story. I hope it moves you as much as it did me. In peace, Jon O.
“I enlisted through the Delayed Entry Program during my first month of college in January 2003 and graduated from boot camp in August 2003. A year later I deployed to Al Asad, Iraq w/ Marine Aircraft Group-49 as an Aviation Supply Clerk in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom II August 2004 - March 2005.
I never saw direct combat, but what I did see still haunts my thoughts. I felt guilty even then; on the nights when I would stand watch with my weapon loaded trying to exude the most menacing posture I could over people who looked like some of my own family. Even our leadership used racial epithets like “haji”. I never talked to anyone from Iraq, I never asked the boy who reminded me of my brother if he had a sister at home. I just stood there with my freedom bullets making sure they didn’t make any false moves while crammed into their crappy tents.
It’s been said that “war is long stretches of boredom punctuated by moments of shear terror” so I spent most of my deployment hopped on caffeine or adrenaline. When I came home I replaced that rush with whatever I could. I don’t even remember a lot of it. But then I lost a job, I couldn’t stay in school, and the party fund was tapped out. I had to be alone with myself but I didn’t know who I was anymore. I couldn’t handle being alone in my head with a stranger.
I began to search for answer and long story short I came up with more questions than I did anything else. I joined the Marine Corps because I believed in all of the things I said when I took my oath of enlistment. I believed that despite some mistakes my country’s government genuinely sought to do good things in the world. And I once believed those things without question. Now I question EVERYTHING…and so should you.”
Chantelle Bateman, Iraq War veteran from Washington DC




