Osaka, six in the morning. Around a vast, peeling building, the
day-laborer’s market begins for the eta -a category of Japanese
whose name must not be pronounced. In India they would be a
sub-caste; this democratic country found it simpler to decide that
they just would not exist. They hire themselves out to the first taker,
For tariffs cried publically like at stock exchanges, or marked for all
to see on the pick-up trucks that carry them away. On those occasions
when they must be designated, the term used is burakumin, village
people. There are many such prohibited words, and the distributors
of Pierrot le Fou had a tough time translating the title: « mad » is
considered discriminatory. So in the name of respect for minorities,
they are erased. In 1981, when I took these pictures, some were sleeping
on the ground, others living on the sidewalk. Fifteen years later, one
begins to see the spectacle in the city centers.