In most American Newspapers, the photograph that Richard Drew took of the Falling Man ran once and never again. Papers all over the country, from the Fort Worth Star-Telegram to the Memphis Commercial Appeal to The Denver Post, were forced to defend themselves against charges that they exploited a man's death, stripped him of his dignity, invaded his privacy, turned tragedy into leering pornography. Most letters of complaint stated the obvious: that someone seeing the picture had to know who it was. Still, even as Drew's photograph became at once iconic and impermissible, its subject remained unnamed. |
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Tom Junod knew he wanted to write about Richard Drew's photograph the first time he saw it. It was Wednesday morning September 12, 2001. Junod's wife, Janet, handed him the front section of The New York Times and said, "Look at this." They were at home in Shelter Island. Three days earlier, Junod returned to New York from a reporting trip and the flight went down the length of Manhattan island as was custom at the time. The sun baked the World Trade Center from the west and Junod thought, "My God, we have so many fault lines in America but somehow they produced this—this mountain of gleaming metal." And then the seemingly impossible happened. |
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