Posts Tagged ‘journalism’

My Problem With Grime Press

December 10, 2009

I have been a Grime fan for a few years now. I was a hip-hop head before that, a metal head before that and a dance-music head (if there is such a thing) even before that. I started reading Mixmag at 13 and since then, no matter what music genre I’ve been listening to, I’ve kept in touch with the corresponding press – Hip-Hop Connection, DJ, RWD, Touch, Kerrang etc…

Therefore, as someone that has read across the spectrum of music press, it may come as no surprise that I’m shocked at the lack of objectivity, insight and writing talent some of Grime’s journalists have to offer. Naming no names, it seems that a lot of written Grime coverage is flippant, unsubstantiated and offers no critical insight into the music or scene.

Music Journalism should be insightful and sensual – speaking to the heart as much as the mind. It should offer titbits of obscure knowledge, history and critical analysis that readers and like-minded people can discuss and debate. It’s half the fun. These days it seems that where Grime is concerned, ‘crep-checks’, type-as-if-man-was-like-talkin-to-ya language and sneering cusses take priority over substance.

Interviews and reviews I write and send to scene figureheads get ignored. As a relative newcomer to the game, I find myself torn between writing decent, informative pieces that I would want to read, and the chatty crap that gets all the hits. Although, it seems that the audience’s desire for the latter may be diminishing.

Take Grime Daily as an example. Granted, it was never a pillar of journalistic endeavour, but it fulfilled an audiences’ craving for new authentic material. However, its recent decline seems to be down to it producing gossipy, wishy washy, sexed-up content over solid cultural ‘artifacts’ like freestyles, performance footage and interviews, that have real relevance and value.

With the work of Martin Clark, Dan Hancox and Elijah aside, you’d be hard-pressed to find much more objective Grime journalism on the internet. Grime blogs, whilst numerous, are on the whole too favourable and loyal to MC’s. Magazines are clique-y, perpetuating the same old ‘street’ cliches and rarely show interest in features that aren’t ironic, jokey, in-yer-face-dumb or fashion-related.

Maybe it’s the interactive and A.D.D. inducing nature of the internet that is to blame; fiery user comments and opinions battering Grime journalists’ egos so that they assume the same predictable outlook of their loudest readers. Or perhaps it’s that Grime journalists get too close and matey with MC’s and producers. Whatever it is, if Grime is to wrestle media attention back from – and let’s face it – less deserving and less talented genres then its commentators must stand firm and write with real flair, authority and integrity.

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Karl Penhaul Interviews Colombian Hitmen For CNN

October 14, 2009

CNN Journalist Karl Penhaul ventures to Medellin, Colombia and interviews two men working as hitmen for the country’s drug cartels. Hard-hitting reading. Words and pictures courtesy of and Carlos Villalon.

This city’s drug underworld is littered with “poseurs” — lowlife triggermen pretending they’re the real hard cases.


Samir Romero, wanted by Colombian police for double murder, is killed in a shootout in which he was shot 13 times.

But a longstanding and trusted source, with intimate knowledge of Medellin’s violent subculture, assured me the two men I was about to meet were the real deal.

My destination: a single-story home in the city’s notorious “Commune 13” district where I had set up a meeting with two hit men, who have for years hired their lethal services out to the cocaine cartels.

Inside the house, a man called “Red” sat on a couch toying a fully loaded 9mm Ruger pistol. “This will stop somebody nicely,” he said, as I glanced at it.

His face and arms were covered in burn marks. He said it was a testament of the day a barrel of acid spilled onto him as he was working in a clandestine cocaine processing lab in northern Colombia.

Red explained that after the accident, the lab foreman tossed him out, half-dead, into a jungle clearing. What little strength he had left, he said he used to bat away vultures. And, against the odds, he made his way to safety and slowly recovered.

When Red left the clinic months later, he said he went straight back to the drug lab and gunned down the foreman and three of his henchmen.

That wasn’t his first killing though, he told me. When he was just 11 years old, Red recounted, he took a razor to the throat of a neighborhood drug pusher who had been molesting his little sister.

The other man, “C”, sat quietly as I listened to Red. Like Red, my source told me, “C” was also the so-called “chief” of a number of neighborhoods — running local drug-peddling operations, extortion rackets and organizing hits for a big cartel boss he simply referred to as “El Cucho,” or “The Old Man.”

It was a hot morning and he was shirtless. His chest was branded with a tattoo of the Virgin Maria Auxilatrix, known in Colombia as the “Virgin of the Assassins.”

Hitmen, or “sicarios” as they call them here, revere her and pray to her for protection against arrest or death and for help to carry out their killings.

During our time with the hit men they offered a fascinating insight into their violent world — from how much they get paid to what their mothers think of their lifestyle:

Penhaul: Why are Medellin’s drug bosses and the street gangs in a war right now?

“RED”: “These problems come about because they’re looking for a good man to run things. We have to find him and, in order to find him, what’s happening right now has to run its course.”

“C”: “Medellin has exploded right now because different groups want to control it and earn money and gain territory. The authorities locked up, extradited, or cut cooperation deals with the big guys, the ones who controlled all this. Those were the ones people respected. Now there’s no respect and anybody who has a bunch of money is grabbing a few kids from a poor neighborhood and putting them to work.”


Friends and family mourn the death of Juan Guillermo Lora – a 17-year old victim of Medellin violence.

Penhaul: What are the cartel bosses paying for a contract killing now?

“C”: “If you’re talking about a contract hit then right now you can get four or five million pesos (between US$2,000 and $2,500) to kill some idiot slimeball. Then of course there are bigger hits where you can earn 15 (million) or 20 million (between $7,500 and $10,000). Some of those hits pay pretty well. There’s a lot of people around here with a lot of money and they’re using it for bad things. Sometimes even the politicians will pay for a hit to get somebody out of their way.”

Penhaul: Why did you get into this lifestyle?

“Red”: “People need to eat and there’s a lot of hunger. We don’t just want the crumbs. That’s the big problem. There’s a lot of idle hands around here and many people think they have a chance if they have a gun in their hand.”

“C”: “I grew up in a slum and every time I stepped outside the door there were guys from the local gang smoking (marijuana) joints. They had guns, the best motorbikes and money so I started running errands for them.”

Penhaul: Didn’t you have any big dreams when you were kids?

“Red”: “I always said when I grow up I would build a house for my old lady with a cement roof and plaster and paint on the walls. I dreamed I’d be able to give her money to go to the supermarket every week.”

“C”: “I dreamed of being a professional soccer player. I was pretty good. But I never got the chance.”

Penhaul: Do you think you’ve made your mothers proud by killing people?

“Red”: “I once gave my mum a wad of cash after I did a job. She took the wad and slapped me in the face and told me not to bring that cursed money into the house. She begged me to get out of that life. She was afraid they would kill me.”

“C”: “My mum knows nothing about this. I guess she imagines because she tells me to take care otherwise I’ll wind up dead. But she doesn’t know for sure.”

Penhaul: What did your first contract hit feel like?

“Red”: “You kill the first one and you panic for a few days. You’re nervous. But then you kill the second one and that’s a kind of a medicine. It takes the pain away that you were feeling after the first killing.”

“C”: “The first time is really f***ed up. I nearly went mad. You see a cop and think he’s going to arrest you. I was 16 or 17. That was my first time. I hardly even wanted to eat. But then you carry on and kill this one and that one. You earn money. After I killed somebody the first time I bought my first decent pair of sneakers.

“It’s not so tough now. Sometimes you kill somebody and you know they were going to kill you. It’s not a question of conscience. It’s a question of kill or be killed.”


Residents watch from the rooftops as another body is discovered

Penhaul: Don’t you feel any remorse?

“C”: You know you messed up when you go to the wake and see people crying and you know it’s your fault. But I don’t back down from a killing because I know if somebody comes after me they won’t back down.”

“Red”: “I’ve got feelings and sometimes you sit down and think what a shame. But the person who’s trying to shoot you isn’t going to think the same. You’re not killing somebody for the fun of it. If you don’t mark your territory then you’re a nobody.”

Penhaul: So, apart from the money, why do you do it?

“C”: “To gain respect round here you have to be a mother f***er. You’ve got to be a bastard so people respect you. If you’re quiet and respectful everybody takes advantage. But if they know you’re a mother f***er who’ll bust their ass at the first sign of trouble then they respect you and your family.”

Penhaul: Are you killing innocent people?

“C”: “I never kill somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Sometimes I’ll hunt down a “patient” for a week just so that I don’t make any mistakes. You can’t go and kill somebody just because you want to. You have to ask for permission from the big guys who control us. You explain to the “old man” and he gives the final word.”

Penhaul: Are you ever on the receiving end of bullets?

“Red”: “They once shot me four times at point blank range. I heard them laughing as they walked away and one came back and kicked me in the head for good measure. When I got better he was the first one I killed. I’ve been shot 17 times. Well let’s call it 19 if you count the ones that just graze you. They say some bodies have divine protection. Let’s hope mine is one of them.”

Penhaul: Why don’t normal citizens just turn you in? Because they’re afraid?

“C”: “The community collaborates with us. We give them food parcels and we throw parties for them and give toys to the kids. We don’t mistreat everybody, just the ones who deserve it. We don’t kill innocent people.”

Penhaul: Do you want to get out of this life?

“C”: “I know you should pay what you owe. But I don’t want to pay for all those deaths. I’ll be absolutely f***ed if I have to pay. I want to get out of this but I want a clean slate. If I pay my debt to the law then that means jail and if I pay on the street then that means death. I don’t want to go to jail or to die.”

Penhaul: Do you see any quick end to the current cartel violence in Medellin?

“C”: “We’ve survived one war, then another and now this one. I can’t see it all ending. I don’t think that will happen. If you kill two or three people there’s four or five more behind him who want to kill you.”


Bishopstoke Carnival 2009

October 7, 2009


Citizen Camera – Sabina House, Uganda

September 29, 2009

As media communication becomes ever more sophisticated and influential in the development of Western societies, the disparity between first and third worlds has never been starker. Economic wealth has divided the globe for centuries; solutions to solving debt and poverty mired by politics, colonialism, religion and corruption. However, there is no such reason as to why the technological gulf cannot be stemmed.

Post-based ‘Cash for Mobile’ schemes enable unused handsets to be reused in the third world. Why can’t the same principle be applied to computers, monitors, motherboards, mice, keyboards, digital cameras and wire? Without these parts and tools, any chance of real technological infrastructure being implemented in developing countries seems all the more unlikely. It’s a simple case of supply and demand.

To be able to create ‘meaning’ that can be quickly shared and duplicated across the globe (I.E. media products such as photography, film, art and writing) people of the third world have little chance of competing economically in the future.

Therefore, it warms my heart to see organisations like Winchester-based Citizen Camera going to Uganda and teaching children there photography and film-making methods. As the video below details, their brief, but ultimately beneficial workshops enable these Ugandan children – many of whom have never even touched a camera before – to create their own meaning, to tell their own story.

This short piece by the children of Sabina House, is an enriching watch. The material within is not completely alien to me, after all, I’ve seen comic relief appeals many times. However, it is refreshing to imbibe their world, their experiences and life without emotionally-charged charity messages blurring my understanding.

So as I sit here in Southampton, blogging on my Dell workstation, I can watch and appreciate Ugandan life through the eyes of the children who live there. I only hope for more initiatives like this.

Watch the Sabina House film here

Many thanks to Mr Karin Stowe.