Pair it with this song.
Happy snow day, lil foxes.
As a photographer, I have exquisitely bad timing: In nearly 23 years of marriage, my wife points out, I have only taken about 10...
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Philip Gourevitch at newyorker.com
Seeing the photo will likely not satisfy the very miniscule part of me that has doubts about OBL’s death. But I still want to see it. For me it isn’t that seeing is believing. Rather, I feel that I’m owed an image of this very secret event that was the culmination of the most public tragedy the U.S. has ever witnessed. The photograph will probably be too blurry or look slightly fake. But I have been a witness since Sept. 11, and I can’t stop now. It’s not about vengeance or even closure. It’s about claiming my part of this very public saga. The hunt for bin Laden was put out there for all to see, and to now make this photo private seems cruel and unfair. To me this isn’t a “trophy photograph.” On Sept. 11, I couldn’t avoid the images of the World Trade Center crumbling, no matter how hard I tried. I had no choice. If the government chooses to withhold the photo of Osama bin Laden’s body, I will once again be left without a choice.