Children Return To YFZ
June 11, 2008
We wait at the locked gate of the YFZ ranch. It’s over 100 degrees out, coupled with that West Texas wind that never seems to stop blowing. Two hours later we are admitted. We drive down the long road to what I’ve heard called the guard tower (by outsiders) or the gatehouse (by insiders). Today it has a new sign: “Information Center.”
We are told about a reunion that’s about to take place. A van full of boys is here and they are going to see Grandma Gloria for the first time since they were removed in the raid two months ago. We had met and photographed Grandma Gloria a week before.
We meet the van at an industrial part of the ranch. I grab my cameras and walk up by the driver’s side with an FLDS man who is escorting us. Brooke continues on around the van to see the reunion but I’m stopped. Our escort says no pictures. I offer to photograph the boys from behind so their identities are protected.
No dice. No pictures.
I look through the tinted glass window and see Grandma Gloria hugging the boys on the other side of the van. Now I’m missing this great moment. I’m at my boiling point now. We wait two hours to get onto the ranch only to get shut out. Frustrated, I turn around and walk back to the car, putting my cameras on the back seat. I get in, lean the seat back and let out a huge exhale of tension. Here I am looking at a touching, authentic scene that humanizes their community and illustrates the reunion of families and they don’t want it shown.
After the reunion is over, we talk with our escort about the no pictures thing. He gives his reasons, which amount to the FLDS not wanting to antagonize CPS. We explain that photographs of these boys would violate nothing in the judge’s order sending the children home. We even give him a copy of the order, which he says he hasn’t seen. He drives off and we sit in the car staring at a junk pile for a half-hour.
I’m very frustrated at this point, after the two-hour wait and then no pictures. The moment was right there, five feet away, and my cameras had to stay at my side. Am I naive to hope for more openness from this secretive community? I’m fully aware that their history has given them countless reasons to avoid publicity, but moments like the reunion I just witnessed seem completely harmless.
Looking at the large pile of scrap metal junk, I start to wonder what is the point of being here? What are we going to get? Is it worth sticking around? But of course getting on the ranch is no small thing, so we wait.
Our escort comes back and says that a family is going to go out to the gate and do a press conference for the assembled media. We can either leave the ranch and do that or we can wait for them to finish and they’ll come back in and do something separate with us. After spending the past two weeks doing press conferences, we opt for talking to them alone.
Twenty minutes later we meet Edson Jessop and his wife Zavenda with their three sons and one daughter. A photographer and reporter from the Deseret News are now present. We sit in the shade in front of the schoolhouse. Very quickly, the oldest boy covers his face with his hands. And pretty soon the younger boys notice and follow their brother’s lead. The oldest says something like, “Stop taking pictures. We don’t like you taking our pictures.”
“If I was you,” I said, “I’d feel the same way.”
A statement of empathy like that usually works to calm children down, but this boy had a great response.
“Then why are you doing it?” he asked.
I was surprised and it took me a moment to figure out my response. I said, “I guess I’m doing it because I know who I am, and if you knew me you’d know I was a nice guy. Then you wouldn’t be half as mad as you are about me taking pictures.”
The boys kept their heads down. And you know, it’s not like I wanted them to look up or anything. How they were reacting showed how much they had been through after being taken from their parents two months ago (and the all-night drive home from a faraway shelter).
At one point one of the boys said he wanted to throw rocks at our cameras. Their parents apologized for their behavior but we all insisted that it was completely normal considering the circumstances. After I had a few photos of the boys, I started to focus on the daughter, who had no problems with the camera being there. She just wanted her parents’ attention. An interview situation like this is usually poor for candid moments, but they can still be found.
After a while the three boys walked off and climbed back into the family’s van. I thought I should go talk to them. The Deseret News photographer beat me to it. I don’t know what he said, but when he was done I left my cameras on the grass and went over to the van. The boys wouldn’t look at me as I thanked them for coming out and talking to us. They asked why I wanted photos of them. I said something like, “Well, because we want to show people that you are home with your family now. There are people who want to take you away from your family and…”
“People DID take us away from our family,” the oldest boy interrupted.
Again I thought, this boy is quick and smart. I said, “You know boys, you are going to remember today, the day you came home, for the rest of your lives. I am going to send each of you a photograph from today and I hope you keep it to help you remember the day you came home to your parents.”
They still weren’t looking at me, but I continued. “Now you don’t have to do this, but if you want to come out and take one picture where you are all smiling with your family, you can. I’m going to go back over there and let you decide. But you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. Thanks for letting me take your picture.”
I walked back to Edson and Zavenda, who were talking to the writers and playing with their young daughter. We sat for a while and then it was time to go.
As we got up to leave, the three boys walked over from the van and stood by their parents. They wanted the family picture.
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Thank you Trent. That last picture, your story, very sweet and touching. You can see the pain and the untrust in their sweet innocent faces.
This was well worth the wait. Thanks again.
Those boys will remember you for ever.
I’m wondering if you asked about Edson’s other four wives, and his other forty odd children?
Where are Zavenda’s other six children who I assume are also fathered by Edson?
Do they live at the Ranch?
The story and photo make it appear like this is a nice monogamous family with four children. According to the Bishop’s list seems there is much more that wasn’t exactly captured in the story.
Trent,
Thank you so much for showing and teaching me that there is much more to being a photojournalist than just getting the picture. There is also the psychology of getting people to accept you and allow you to be part of their lives, regardless of whether you agree with them or not. There is also the ability to understand and show empathy…thank you.
Jef
Wow. That’s a great story. Thanks for that.
Justin
Thank you for telling the truth about what these children really experienced and how it effected them.
The picture most media and especially CPS want to present is that this was almost like going to summer camp for these children.
Maybe that fallacy let’s them sleep at night, I don’t know, but I do know
that it will take years before the scars from being ripped away from their parents heal, and for some, it will never heal.
Why so many people remained silent while this tragedy was unfolding is beyond my comprehension, I had always thought we were a decent people.
You ARE good decent people. And please remember, not ALL people wanted your children away from you. We did NOT sit by and say nothing, I promise. Some of us walked our neighberhoods and collected donations for you, and gave as much as we possibly could, to reunite you with your babies.
1 wife or 5,000 wives, it is not MY life, and who the hell am I to judge anyone for their own personal choices. I NEVER felt good about them taking all those children like that, It was very wrong, and one day, each person who helped commit this crime, WILL be accountable at some point, I promise you that!
May you live in peace with your families forever!
God Bless You from AUSTIN, TX
I loved the pictures and the story as you saw it. You’re a wonderful photographer and a compassionate person. Thank you for not betraying these children and for treating them with respect. You and Brooke are what I would consider real journalists. I appreciate the hours and hours it has taken you to get this story out. It’s important.
I think we all have to live what life we believe in. We need to recognize that now 18 is the age for adult relationships. I was in high school when 13 was ok. Times change and so do laws. There are so many cute children. I will be praying for all the families. I wish I could visit the ranch. GBU 1 & all