Blaming the witness

From Paul Melcher

The man, shot, had been agonizing on the ground, his face full of blood, with the commotion still going on around him. The photojournalist had been shooting all night, trying to make sense of the events as they were unfolding, trying to keep composure as chaos was unfolding around her. The door of the fire engine nearby opened, letting a ray of its harsh white light fall on the sidewalk, illuminating enough of the scene for the photographer to take a picture. And she moved on, instinctively propelled by the need to see more, to photograph what would become the worst terrorist attack in France’s history.

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