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Teru Kuwayama attended the State University of New York at Albany from 1988 until 1993. He learned photography with Michael Ackerman at a student collective called Photoservice. His first published photographs were in the international punk fanzine Maximum Rock n' Roll. He began working as a contributing photographer to Life magazine in 1998. In the same year, he exhibited his photos of New York City’s hardcore punk scene at CBGB's 313 Gallery. In 1999, he received an award from the Alexia Foundation for World Peace to support his work on the Tibetan refugee diaspora.
Teru Kuwayama
In 1959, the Dalai Lama and thousands of his followers fled Chinese-occupied Tibet and established a government in exile in neighboring India. In the face of continuing repression and decimation of their country and culture, communities scattered across India. Now, a generation has been born and raised there, living in stateless limbo, in an intensely alien environment.
In 1997 and 1998, I visited the Tibetan settlements of Dharamsala, home of Bylakuppe, the first of the Tibetan government-in-exile in southern India. I also visited the monastic communities, the most visible symbol of Tibetan culture. The monastic tradition has flourished in India, its population growing each year as new refugees make the dangerous journey across the Himalayas.
Many of these new arrivals are children. According to a tradition that continues today, Tibetan families each send a son to join the monastery, even if it means sending them thousands of miles away, and never seeing them again.
These photographs, I hope, are a testament to the struggle of the Tibetan people, their resourcefulness and grace, and their sheer will to endure. Armed with nothing else, they have survived a genocidal onslaught. In exile, they are dependent on the hospitality of a country that cannot feed its own people.
They rely on the recognition and support of the international community, for if the world forgets them, they are lost.
—Teru Kuwayama, spring 1999