Tuesday, August 11, 2009

J'accuse, Jan. 1947



Now this is some crackerjack photojournalism.
  How could you not sell newspapers with story-telling pix like this? 

We have been told how newspapers used to stage events like this but it would never fly today.  Journalism has come too far and a reporter's objectivity is sacred.  Modern, conscientious reporting ethics would never countenance running something that didn't accurately reflect the news in its natural order of events just to make more money or manipulate an audience to advance a cause.  Heavens no.

All canards aside,
even today's tabloids don't run this kind of drama, either.  Cops video crews notwithstanding, do they even allow photogs into emergency rooms to cover the police beat anymore?  This item has all the makings of a beat photog installed at the area hospital, known by cop and nurse (not to mention some victims) alike, working the situation to register the highest degree of impact for the shot.  And maybe, just maybe, he got a little help from his friends.

Check it out.  Jimmy Wood, looking a lot older than his reported 21 years, is shutterbugged while literally fingering the knife man who slaughtered his big brother Logan on a streetcar.  Fredo in turn gives the textbook "Ah, ya mudder..." protest response.  Oddly, the casual detective type guy in the center is actually being held in custody, too. 

This is damn exciting stuff.  This single still black and white image is much more, uh, arresting than would be the hand-held video camera footage of a similar event today.

See this article in its historic context here.

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