If I’d known this before now I’d totally forgotten.
The photographer is no stranger to history; he knows it is something that
happens later. In the actual moment history is made, it is usually made in terror and confusion, and so it is up to people like him-paid witnesses-to have the presence of mind to attend to its manufacture. The photographer has that presence of mind and has had it since he was a young man.
When he was twenty-one years old, he was standing right behind Bobby Kennedy when Bobby Kennedy was shot in the head.
His jacket was spattered with Kennedy's blood, but he jumped on a table and shot pictures of Kennedy's open and ebbing eyes, and then of Ethel Kennedy crouching over her husband and begging
photographers-begging him-not to take pictures.
Mark Chadbourn @chadbourn.bsky.social
This is a really good piece.
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