Image which accompanied the text panel for Mothers’ Pride, 1988.

(Jayne with baby Jazz on Weymouth Beach, May, 1988).

BACKGROUND TO THE PROJECT

I worked on Mothers’ Pride 1987-88. It was my major project (focusing on teenage mothers, using image and text) for my part-time BA Photography (1984-88) at the Polytechnic of Central London. I made the work as a counter to the regular criticism of teenage mothers by Margaret Thatcher’s conservative government. The work comprised portraits of nine young women, with interview extracts in a text alongside. I started the project in rural Dorset, where I had been a teenager myself, and then continued it in London. It had a life outside the degree show and was shown as part of the Spectrum Women’s Photography Festival in 1988, with further shows at the Cambridge Darkroom, F-Stop Photography in Bath, and the group show A Daughter’s View (1992).

In 2022 it was incredibly exciting that Mothers’ Pride was selected to be part of the forthcoming exhibition Tate Britain’s Women in Revolt! Art and Activism in the UK 1970-1990 , curated by Linsey Young. Over the years I had kept in touch occasionally with some of the women originally interviewed and photographed but in 2022-23 I needed to reconnect with everyone in order to obtain model/interview releases for Women in Revolt! and to ensure that everyone felt OK about the inclusion of their interview texts/portraits in the show. It’s more than three and a half decades after the work was originally made for small audiences, well before social media, and before the advent of websites and widespread use of the internet. The experience of re-connecting with each individual was extraordinary and emotional; I had not seen five of the women for 35 years. For the Tate show, four of the women wished for semi-anonymity, so some names were concealed in the texts of the framed works.

I’m also very proud that two of my 1984/5 images from Greenham Common and one from an 1985 anti-racist march in Glasgow were also selected for Women in Revolt! I was a member of Format photographers in the 1980s/90s; the photographs at the Tate are from the Format Photography archives at the Bishopsgate Institute.

Mothers’ Pride is on show as part of Tate Britain’s Women in Revolt! Art and Activism in the UK 1970-1990 from 8 November 2023 to 7 April 2024.

Mothers’ Pride was mentioned in some of the reviews of Women in Revolt!, extracts here:


’… Documentary photography, a medium where women excelled from the start, is well represented. Melanie Friend’s “Mothers’ Pride” is an engrossing study of teenage mums, desperate and defiant …’ Jackie Wullschläger, 11 November, 2023.

…’ Political collective The Hackney Flashers, and photographers Jo Spence, Roshini Kempadoo and Melanie Friend each composed forceful and accessible poster-like arrangements of text and image. The Hackney Flashers’ Who’s Holding The Baby? (1978) details how the parlous lack of childcare in one London borough left poor mothers isolated and unable to return to work (plus ça change…). Pasted onto boards and laminated, it was shown in community centres and libraries. Kempadoo’s My Daughter’s Mind (1984-5) explores the expectations placed on women of South Asian origin. Friend’s Mother’s Pride (1988) opens up the lives of teenage (often single) mothers. All were groups of women either ignored, dismissed or actively vilified in the mainstream press…’ Hettie Judah, i Newspaper, 7 November 2023

 …’Melanie Friend makes a powerful study of desperate but proudly defiant teenage mothers’. Louisa Buck, Art Newspaper 22 November 2023

Older reviews of this work from 1980s/90s: Scroll down to the bottom of the Reviews section on the top menu of this site and see reviews under Mothers’ Pride including the 1988 Spectrum Women’s Photography Festival reviews and also reviews of A Daughter’s View (1992), the Watershed Media Centre (Bristol) show.

(Btw I did title this work Mothers’ Pride (i.e. in the plural, as it was a group of mothers, though some reviews title it Mother’s Pride…).

Fi with Dominic, Weymouth, 1988. From Mothers’ Pride, © Melanie Friend.


Fi, 18, lives on her own in a council flat in Weymouth with her nine-month old son, Dominic. 

“My friends have just stopped coming round, they just don’t seem to think I’m me anymore. I’m not a part of anything anymore because I’m a mother. I can’t do one damn thing that I want to do, I feel like I’m stuck inside somebody else’s body. I’m the last person in the world that should ever have attempted to be a mother. It was my mistake, I knew what I was doing just the same as the baby’s father did. I didn’t think I was capable of getting pregnant, I’d got away with it before, I just never ever got pregnant. I just couldn’t have an abortion, and I’d never have forgiven myself if he’d been adopted at birth. Mother had me adopted and I know what it feels like, I couldn’t inflict that on somebody else.

… Dominic just demands all the time, demands to be fed, demands to be changed, demands to be talked to. I can’t read a book because he knows I’m not paying attention to him. I’m never going to be away from it. Alright, I know he’ll be going to school and everything but he’s going to be there for ever, it’s going to be a life sentence.”

A few weeks later, Fi wrote Melanie a letter about the way she felt then. The following is an extract:

“It still all gets me down and does my head in, but I’ve realised I’ve got to make some effort to change. I’ve got to make it easier for myself, because nobody else is going to do it for me. Also, I’ve got to stop blaming the baby. It’s unfair to resent him when he’s only the product of my own stupidity. I’ve got to start giving him what I owe him. I undertook the responsibility of caring for him, so I’ve got to do it. I started out with a bad attitude. I thought I could carry on with my life, just having Dominic on the side, but that was very selfish and naïve. I’ve got to forget most of what I want and give him what he wants. 

I’m still very angry towards my family for their lack of support and concern …  but I can’t allow that to ruin the relationship between me and my baby. Anger is too destructive.”

 

Fi, 19 May 1988

Text copyright for all Mothers’ Pride interviews © Melanie Friend & all contributors.

 

 

Jayne with baby Jazz on Weymouth Beach, 15 May 1988. From Mothers’ Pride, © Melanie Friend.

Extracts from the 1988 exhibition text panel:

Jayne, 18, lives with her husband Buford and 15 month-old Jazz in a rented house on the outskirts of Weymouth.

“Buford and I thought ‘if it happened, it happened’, we’d cross that bridge when we came to it … When the time came, I had what the doctors call a ‘textbook delivery’. But when she was three days old, Jazz had a heart murmur and the elderly doctor just said: ‘Your baby’s got a hole in the heart’ and walked off. It was really worrying, but she’s fine now. In the hospital the young nurses were OK about me being a ‘Miss’ but the older nurses were definitely disapproving.

… When Jazz starts school, I’ll start work. Until then there’s a playgroup, but there’s no nursery space, and child minding is expensive. I’ll then go to night school or college and get some career working with my hands, something artistic like screen printing, or a job in a museum.

… At the moment, there’s no money for babysitting so we can’t afford to both go out at the same time. But next weekend my mother’s going to look after Jazz, and Buford and I are going to a Rockabilly concert.”

Jayne, 10 March 1988

Note: Text copyright for all Mothers’ Pride interviews © Melanie Friend & all contributors.

Jeana with her 18-month old son, Southwark 1988. From Mothers’ Pride, © Melanie Friend.

Extracts from the 1988 exhibition text panel:

 Jeana, 21, lives in a council block in Southwark with her 18-month-old son.

 “… The labour lasted five minutes, it was five minutes from the time I felt his head to the time his whole body and afterbirth were out. I wrapped him in a towel, flung my afterbirth in a bag (it was a Sainsbury's carrier bag) and heard him cry straight away. I remember seeing navy blue eyes and hearing him cry, and the dog wimpering in sympathy, and that was it. I was in the paper.

Later I went on the area mobility scheme, and because of the baby's health and the damp in the previous place, I got this council flat. It's easier to live alone, no-one gets hurt that way.

I don't talk to many people, and I don't trust anyone. Being a single mother, people snub you, and they'll look at you and think 'that's all they're fit for, having kids.' Sometimes they instantly look at your hands to see if you've got a wedding ring on. I just shut it all out, I refuse to let it affect me. Even my family sometimes say why didn't I get married. But I didn't want to know. I'm not willing to take that chance, get in a relationship and get married, because I see marriage as being strung up for life. I've worked since I left school, in nurseries and old people's homes, and now I want to earn my own money again and know where I am. I want to know my money's coming in every week, that I'm earning it and that everything's mine, I don't want a state handout. What I want is total independence, financial, everything, but you can't have total independence, can you? You've always got to have someone above you.

When I was younger, I was always on my own, in my own world. I enjoy being a mother because I can give my child all the things that I never had, and then it's a new experience for both of us. I can learn more, I learn as I go along. I'm like having a new childhood."

Jeana, 12 April 1988   

Note: Text copyright for all Mothers’ Pride interviews © Melanie Friend & all contributors.

This section is in development. More portraits & more info to follow later in spring 2024…

Sarah, outside her flat in Holloway, London, 1988. From Mothers’ Pride, © Melanie Friend.

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