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Published: 06:08 BST, 10 March 2018 | Updated: 09:04 BST, 10 March 2018
The twisted family who shocked the world for their 'incest cult' in New South Wales have shared sick photos online.
Six years after authorities first uncovered Australia's most depraved child abuse case, Betty Colt, a court pseudonym, has shared photos on social media with the family motto plastered across the bottom.
The Colt matriarch shared a photo of herself on Facebook with family members.
The twisted family who shocked the world for their 'incest cult' in New South Wales have shared sick photos online (Betty Colt pictured centre)
Six years after authorities first uncovered Australia's most depraved child abuse case, Betty Colt (pictured), a court pseudonym, has shared photos on social media with the family motto
Other members of the incest cult including Betty Colt's nephew have also shared photos using the family motto (pictured)
The photos had a pink graphic and love hearts framing the bottom of the photo alongside phrase 'love makes a family', News Corp revealed.
A Facebook quiz Betty Colt filled out also described the woman as a 'fun mum' whose 'children love (her) because there is never a dull moment with (her) around'.
The family of 38 were separated by officials after they were found living in squalid conditions in 2012 with no running water, toilets or electricity, 328km west of Sydney.
Welfare officers removed 12 inbred, illiterate and malnourished children from the bush camp including five of Betty Colt's children - one she conceived with her own father.
Many of the children did not know how to brush their teeth, slept in dirty beds among cigarette butts and rotting food, couldn't wash their hair or use toilet paper and had facial deformities.
Once in care they told officials of horrific sexual abuse by adults and by siblings on the isolated farms, on children as young as 12.
The Colt matriarch shared a photo of herself on Facebook with family members as well as a quiz about her being a 'fun mum' who is 'never dull'
The family of 38 were separated by officials after they were found living in squalid conditions in 2012 with no running water, toilets or electricity, 328km west of Sydney
Welfare officers removed 12 inbred, illiterate and malnourished children from the bush camp (pictured) including five of Betty Colt's children - one she conceived with her own father
Judge Peter Johnstone, president of the Children's Court of NSW, forbade Betty Colt, some of her brothers and sisters and her daughter Raylene from living with some family members
Judge Peter Johnstone, president of the Children's Court of NSW, forbade Betty Colt, some of her brothers and sisters and her daughter Raylene from living with some family members.
However, Betty Colt has continued to share messages and love hearts on social media where a family member believed to be her son has also posted a photo with the same 'love makes a family' sticker, the publication reported.
Other members of the incest cult including Betty Colt's nephew Karl have also shared photos using the family motto.
The family matriarch spent a year in prison in 2014 for trying to kidnap two of her sons, Bobby, 15, and Billy, 14, from foster care.
While some family members including Tammy, Betty's oldest child, have relocated and started new relationships.
Other incestuous cult members, Jed and Karl - Betty's sister Martha's children -reportedly stay in touch with their aunty.
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Magazine | The Disturbing Photography of Sally Mann
The Disturbing Photography of Sally Mann
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This cover story appeared in the magazine on Sept. 27, 1992, and is discussed in an article by Sally Mann in the April 19 issue .
At the opening last spring of “Immediate Family,” Sally Mann’s show at the Houk Friedman Gallery in New York, the winsome young subjects of the photographs aroused as much curiosity as the artist herself. Motoring among the spectators like honorees at a testimonial dinner, Mann’s three children — Emmett, 12, Jessie, 10, and Virginia, 7 — looked completely at ease with the crowd’s prying adoration. While her mother and father conversed with friends and admirers, Jessie orbited the four rooms in her red dress, fielding questions from strangers eager to know more about her parents. Beneath a portrait of himself in the water, Emmett shrugged off the stares and expressed a typical teen-age frame of mind. “These shoes cost $70,” he boasted about his opening night footwear. All three seemed unconcerned by the fact that on the surrounding white walls they could be examined, up close, totally nude.
The Mann children have endured scrutiny for some time now. Eight years ago, their mother began to chronicle their growing up — the wet beds, insect bites, nap times, their aspirations toward adulthood and their innocent savagery. And the work that resulted has changed the lives of all involved.
Sally Mann was an accomplished photographer before the series, but in these intimate black-and-white portraits, exhibited piecemeal over the last several years, she struck a vein. The fears and sheltering tenderness that any parent has felt for his or her child were realized with an eidetic clarity. A half-naked androgyne, smeared with dirt and grass stains, looks up from a leaf-strewn yard. Lithe, pale shapes move with prideful ease among thick-torsoed elders. The images seemed to speak of a familiar past that was now distant and irretrievable.
The vein has bled silver. Since the beginning of the year, Houk Friedman has taken orders for more than 300 prints, well over a half-million dollars worth of photographs, and the waiting period for delivery of new prints is at least a year. Probably no photographer in history has enjoyed such a burst of success in the art world. And it will likely continue now that Aperture has published a monograph of “Immediate Family” in conjunction with a traveling museum show, opening on Oct. 29 at the Institute of Contemporary Art in Philadelphia.
Not all the scrutiny has been welcome or favorable. The nudity of the children has caused problems for many publications, including this one. When The Wall Street Journal ran a photograph of then-4-year-old Virginia, it censored her eyes, breasts and genitals with black bars. Artforum, traditionally the most radical magazine in the New York art world, refused to publish a picture of a nude Jessie swinging on a hay hook. And Mann’s images of childhood injuries — Emmett with a nosebleed, Jessie with a swollen eye — have led some critics to challenge her right to record such scenes of distress. “It May Be Art, but What About the Kids?” said the headline in an angry review in The San Diego Tribune.
Mann has so far been spared the litigation that surrounded the Robert Mapplethorpe shows. And unlike Jock Sturges, whose equipment and photographs of nude prepubescent girls were confiscated by the F.B.I., she has not been pursued by the Government on child pornography charges. But a Federal prosecutor in Roanoke, Va., from whom she sought advice, warned Mann that no fewer than eight pictures she had chosen for the traveling exhibition could subject her to arrest.
Beyond issues of artistic license, Mann’s work has raised worrying personal concerns. The shield of motherhood can quickly become a sword when turned against her. If it is her solemn responsibility, as she says, “to protect my children from all harm,” has she knowingly put them at risk by releasing these pictures into a world where pedophilia exists? Can young children freely give their consent for controversial portraits, even if — especially if — the artist is their parent? And apart from legal and epistomologic matters, is the work any good? Do these sensual images emerge from the behavior of her subjects or are they shaped by the taste and fantasies of the photographer for an affluent audience? Is it pandering or bravery, her willingness to photograph what other adults have seen but turned away from?
Walking through the rooms of the gallery, you could not help but wonder what Emmett, Jessie and Virginia will think about these photographs and about their mother, if not this fall, then in 5, 10 or 15 years. You can be sure that Sally Mann wonders, too.
The doorbell at the Mann home in Lexington, Va., is a small, black, wrought-iron breast. Visitors announce themselves by pressing a red nipple within the raised areola. Like the red-metal dragons that line the driveway or the 20-by-24-inch blowups of the children in the foyer or the photograph on the living room wall of Sally Mann’s father, dead in his bathrobe, the doorbell seems designed to give a start to the uninitiated and to put some comic distance between the occupants and their neighbors. The same attitude of defiance is there in the cover portrait of “Immediate Family.” Bare-chested with arms crossed or akimbo, the three little Manns level their gaze at the world.
Children and house both project the sensibilities of Sally Mann herself. A 41-year-old dark-haired beauty whose turned-up nose accentuates a natural hauteur, she is a cool mom. With her brood safely strapped in, she drives a black BMW 735i, very fast, and favors a subdued, asexual preppy look — turtle-necks and T-shirts, cut-off shorts, dirty Reeboks.
Lexington is a genteel town, site of Stonewall Jackson’s house, Washington and Lee University and the Virginia Military Institute. Born and raised here, married to the same man for 22 years, Mann is secure enough in her surroundings to take liberties with the mores of a place only 50 miles from the headquarters of the Rev. Jerry Falwell and his Moral Majority.
“I think the South depends on its eccentrics,” she says one summer afternoon on the back porch as Jessie and Virginia weave in and out of the house. (Emmett is away at camp.) “It loves them, and it rewards them in lots of ways. This community allows itself to be scandalized by me and by my work, but they love it. What else would they do if it wasn’t for me? I take being iconoclastic sort of seriously. It’s my role here.”
Ex-”dirt hippies” who still grow much of their own food and until a decade and a half ago barely made enough money to pay taxes, Sally and Larry Mann are a tight couple. Both “Immediate Family” and “At Twelve,” her portraits of local girls on the cusp of puberty, are dedicated to him. While she has pursued her photography career with singleminded purpose, he has been a blacksmith and a two-term City Councilman; recently, he got a law degree. His office in town is 10 minutes away, and he walks home nearly every day for lunch.
Their house has an airy mood of understated comfort, its three levels overlooking a wisteria arbor and a well-tended vegetable garden in a yard that slopes down to a creek. Rope swings and hammocks hang from ash-leaved maples. The decor includes photographs by Diane Arbus and Emmet Gowin, both important figures for Mann; walls of books; marble torsos of nude women; finches in cages and flying free; the skeletons of lizards and cats. An expansion completed this year provides each child his or her own room; Sally and Larry reside in a connecting wing, which also houses her new darkroom and offices. To meet the demand for her work, she can now afford to hire an assistant.
The slow, wet air of southern Virginia in July and August, when even the trees perspire, serves as a backdrop for Mann’s idylls of leisure. “Even though I take pictures of my children, they’re still about here,” she says. “It exerts a hold on me that I can’t define.”
Mann photographs only in the summer; the rest of the year is devoted to marathon sessions of printing. “Nothing happens during the other seasons,” she says with a shrug. “I suppose I could do a normal domestic picture of the kids doing their homework. But that’s not what I do.”
The collaboration of the children in their mother’s work is apparent to anyone who spends time in their company. They are impish, argumentative participants, not robots. (When a photographer asked them what kind of portrait of their mother should accompany this article, they shouted, “Shoot her naked, shoot her naked.” She did.)
“I have no objections, none,” says Jessie, questioned in her mother’s absence about her feelings toward the photographs. “The few times I don’t like it is when I have a friend over and I’m just in my room and Mom says, ‘Picture time,’ and I don’t really want to do it.” But Jessie, whose heroes include Helen Keller, Martin Luther King Jr. and Madonna, has the body of a little girl and the mind of an art director. Like all the children, she will note places where her mother might photograph her. “I know what my mom likes sometimes, so I point it out to her.”
Last spring, Mann decided not to publish “Immediate Family”: “I thought the book could wait 10 years, when the kids won’t be living in the same bodies. They’ll have matured and they’ll understand the implications of the pictures. I unilaterally decided.” Her fait accompli provoked an uproar from the children. “They were angry I hadn’t asked them.” Family meetings were held. Emmett and Jessie were sent to a psychologist to make certain they understood the issues. (Virginia was thought to be too young for such an encounter.)
“Sally and Larry asked me to get ‘beyond the patter,’ to find out how the kids really felt about the pictures,” says the psychologist, Daniel Shybunko, who found both children to be “well adjusted and self-assured. They identify with their parents, which they’re supposed to do as pre-adolescents. In the course of the interview, we probed beyond that. There was some ambivalence. They certainly recognized the consequences that were negative as well as positive. It’s a family that really seems to work. There’s a consistency of values and life style and, as a couple, Sally and Larry are really accessible to their kids.”
All three children exercised veto power over certain images: Virginia didn’t want people to see her urinating; Emmett objected to a pose in which he had socks on his hands. “You know what they’re really worried about?” asks Mann incredulously. “They don’t want to look like dorks. They don’t want to be geeks or dweebs. Nudity doesn’t bother them.” Her husband, who sits down briefly during his lunch break, seconds her amazement. Emmett, teased by his peers when his topless picture ran in The Washington Post, defused their jibes by telling them that his mother pays him huge sums of money to model for her. (In fact, she pays them 25 cents a negative.) “I was horrified, but the counselor thought that was great,” says Mann with some indignation. “He should say I’m making great art.”
“Kids don’t care about that,” interjects Jessie reasonably, her arms wrapped around her mother.
“Well, kids today are weird,” insists Mann. “Art ranks way below plucking their eyebrows.” As though reminded of her mission, she begins to play with Jessie’s hair in preparation for an afternoon picture session. “What are we going to do about your hair? How about some braids? You look gorgeous in braids.” Jessie submits her head to the fussing hands with the dreamy air of indifference seen only in born actresses and fashion models.
As she writes in the introduction to “Immediate Family,” Sally Mann inherited the role of provocateur from her father, Robert Munger, a doctor who made house calls in an Aston Martin and delivered hundreds of babies in Lexington. A renowned gardener, with shrubs and trees from around the world, he was also an atheist and an amateur artist whose keen sense of the perverse delighted his two sons and daughter. For a long time he kept a white, snakelike figure on the dining-room table; only slowly did anyone realize it was petrified dog excrement.
It was he who instilled a shameless attitude toward the flesh in his daughter, photographing her nude as a girl — “terrible art pictures,” says Mann with a groan — and posing himself unclothed for a recumbent sculpture that now occupies a shelf in his wife’s den. Mann’s introduction expresses stronger memories for the black woman, Virginia Carter, who oversaw her upbringing than for her own mother. Elizabeth Munger, a dead ringer for her daughter, says, “Sally may look like me, but inside she’s her father’s child.”
This isn’t quite true. “Dad was aloof, a self-contained person,” says Mann’s brother Christopher. “Mom was the flesh-and-blood parent.” In his sister’s aggrandizement of the role of Virginia Carter, he finds a tendency to “mythologize,” to seek “dramatic” connections over more prosaic interpretations. “It doesn’t have much to do with the way the past really was,” he says.
Like her mother, whose ancestors came over on the Mayflower, Mann has an ingrained sense of propriety. The dining-room table is set with cloth napkins inside sterling-silver rings. The children have grown up with high expectations from their parents, who strictly control their television intake. During an argument one afternoon brought on by Jessie’s wish to put ketchup on her fresh trout, Mann forbids the act because “it’s common and I will not have common children.” In her self-mocking voice are overtones of sincerity.
Mann took up photography at the Putney School in Vermont; her motive, she has said in many interviews, was to be alone in the darkroom with her then-boyfriend. She next spent two years at Bennington, where she met Larry, to whom she proposed. After a year in Europe, she finished up her degree in 1974 at Hollins College, summa cum laude, and a year later took a master’s degree there — in writing, not photography. Throu
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