As the graves were exposed, one by one, someone would recognize a piece of clothing on the body and one or two of the women would start wailing for their son or husband. . . .

Map of Koreme gravesite, ©1992 Jim Briscoe

Koreme, 1992 ©Susan Meiselas

Twenty seven times I had to get up and go for a short walk and smoke my pipe.
I had a lot of private tears there.

Jim Briscoe
American Forensic Anthropologist