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20 years ago, I began investigating the banishment from the public square of a photograph I saw on the morning of 9/12/01 and never again. I wound up writing The Falling Man because I discovered that @RDPhotographers taboo photograph told the stories of so many. 1/
This year, Ive been hearing that @facebook has banished the photo from its platform all over again for violating community standards. When I tried posting a link to my story, I received the following message: 2/
We had to remove something you posted because were concerned it might promote or encourage self-harm or suicidal behavior. 3/
Lets leave aside the absurdity of a photograph that has become part of our national record being banned as an inducement to self-harm. What offends me in 2022 is what offended me in 2003, when @esquire published the story: 4/
The notion that there was a right way to die on 9/11 and a wrong way that there were some deaths we were willing to talk about and some we werent, because they were too upsetting and because they violated the national narrative. 5/
As I wrote in The Falling Man: hundreds of people died by leaping from a burning building, and we have somehow taken it upon ourselves to deem their deaths unworthy of witnessbecause we have somehow deemed the act of witness, in this one regard, unworthy of us." 6/
Nobody jumped, the NYC Medical Examiners office told me back then. But @RDPhotographer told a different story in his photograph the story of people who died grabbing one last breath while their world turned into smoke and fire. 7/
The photograph has never lost its power. It remains shocking and upsetting to many. But that is as it should be, because the loss the photograph represents is eternal. 8/
By suppressing The Falling Man, @facebook is again deeming some stories too disturbing to tell. Im hoping the platform will adjust its algorithm to allow those stories to be told, on this day of all days. May all who died on 9/11 rest in peace.
The Falling Man
Do you remember this photograph? In the United States, people have taken pains to banish it from the record of September 11, 2001. The story behind it, though, and the search for the man pictured in i
https://www.esquire.com/news-politics/a48031/the-falling-man-tom-junod/?fbclid=IwAR0bNiPqegsPHGuD97jXQ3OnQrVfYVI0LR7HhD-MMhyu3WvBLoR0ejiYk6s
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https://www.esquire.com/news-politics/a48031/the-falling-man-tom-junod/
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In the picture, he departs from this earth like an arrow. Although he has not chosen his fate, he appears to have, in his last instants of life, embraced it. If he were not falling, he might very well be flying. He appears relaxed, hurtling through the air. He appears comfortable in the grip of unimaginable motion. He does not appear intimidated by gravity's divine suction or by what awaits him. His arms are by his side, only slightly outriggered. His left leg is bent at the knee, almost casually. His white shirt, or jacket, or frock, is billowing free of his black pants. His black high-tops are still on his feet. In all the other pictures, the people who did what he didwho jumpedappear to be struggling against horrific discrepancies of scale. They are made puny by the backdrop of the towers, which loom like colossi, and then by the event itself. Some of them are shirtless; their shoes fly off as they flail and fall; they look confused, as though trying to swim down the side of a mountain. The man in the picture, by contrast, is perfectly vertical, and so is in accord with the lines of the buildings behind him. He splits them, bisects them: Everything to the left of him in the picture is the North Tower; everything to the right, the South. Though oblivious to the geometric balance he has achieved, he is the essential element in the creation of a new flag, a banner composed entirely of steel bars shining in the sun. Some people who look at the picture see stoicism, willpower, a portrait of resignation; others see something elsesomething discordant and therefore terrible: freedom. There is something almost rebellious in the man's posture, as though once faced with the inevitability of death, he decided to get on with it; as though he were a missile, a spear, bent on attaining his own end. He is, fifteen seconds past 9:41 a.m. EST, the moment the picture is taken, in the clutches of pure physics, accelerating at a rate of thirty-two feet per second squared. He will soon be traveling at upwards of 150 miles per hour, and he is upside down. In the picture, he is frozen; in his life outside the frame, he drops and keeps dropping until he disappears.
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 himpaid witnessesto 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 photographersbegging himnot to take pictures.
Richard Drew has never done that. Although he has preserved the jacket patterned with Kennedy's blood, he has never not taken a picture, never averted his eye. He works for the Associated Press. He is a journalist. It is not up to him to reject the images that fill his frame, because one never knows when history is made until one makes it. It is not even up to him to distinguish if a body is alive or dead, because the camera makes no such distinctions, and he is in the business of shooting bodies, as all photographers are, unless they are Ansel Adams. Indeed, he was shooting bodies on the morning of September 11, 2001. On assignment for the AP, he was shooting a maternity fashion show in Bryant Park, notable, he says, "because it featured actual pregnant models." He was fifty-four years old. He wore glasses. He was sparse in the scalp, gray in the beard, hard in the head. In a lifetime of taking pictures, he has found a way to be both mild-mannered and brusque, patient and very, very quick. He was doing what he always does at fashion shows"staking out real estate"when a CNN cameraman with an earpiece said that a plane had crashed into the North Tower, and Drew's editor rang his cell phone. He packed his equipment into a bag and gambled on taking the subway downtown. Although it was still running, he was the only one on it. He got out at the Chambers Street station and saw that both towers had been turned into smokestacks. Staking out his real estate, he walked west, to where ambulances were gathering, because rescue workers "usually won't throw you out." Then he heard people gasping. People on the ground were gasping because people in the building were jumping. He started shooting pictures through a 200mm lens. He was standing between a cop and an emergency technician, and each time one of them cried, "There goes another," his camera found a falling body and followed it down for a nine- or twelve-shot sequence. He shot ten or fifteen of them before he heard the rumbling of the South Tower and witnessed, through the winnowing exclusivity of his lens, its collapse. He was engulfed in a mobile ruin, but he grabbed a mask from an ambulance and photographed the top of the North Tower "exploding like a mushroom" and raining debris. He discovered that there is such a thing as being too close, and, deciding that he had fulfilled his professional obligations, Richard Drew joined the throng of ashen humanity heading north, walking until he reached his office at Rockefeller Center.
There was no terror or confusion at the Associated Press. There was, instead, that feeling of history being manufactured; although the office was as crowded as he'd ever seen it, there was, instead, "the wonderful calm that comes into play when people are really doing their jobs." So Drew did his: He inserted the disc from his digital camera into his laptop and recognized, instantly, what only his camera had seensomething iconic in the extended annihilation of a falling man. He didn't look at any of the other pictures in the sequence; he didn't have to. "You learn in photo editing to look for the frame," he says. "You have to recognize it. That picture just jumped off the screen because of its verticality and symmetry. It just had that look."
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Jade Fox
(10,030 posts)I wish I hadn't read it.
For 21 years I've avoided thinking too much about those poor people who had to make the choice between being burned alive and jumping to their deaths. To hear that some chastise them as suicides makes me sick.
MustLoveBeagles
(11,587 posts)alphafemale
(18,497 posts)There was not a choice.
crickets
(25,960 posts)It's heartless to begrudge anyone who met with the inevitable more quickly. Any fault lies with those who flew into the towers to begin with.
alphafemale
(18,497 posts)After tower one was hit
Wish I believed in Hell sometimes
ultralite001
(894 posts)That is all...
Hekate
(90,633 posts)alphafemale
(18,497 posts)That it is not a conspiracy, but that his family wanted it removed.
Hekate
(90,633 posts)I had to admire the way they managed to do it such intricate detective work right up until they knocked on his familys door. (I thought, oops, thats a bridge too far)
As they had deduced, he was Hispanic. His family was, as is so often the case, Roman Catholic. How had they not deduced that Catholics are taught that suicide is a very grievous sin indeed? A sin so terrible (the rejection of Gods gift of life to them) that it puts someone into Hell? Pope Francis would probably say, Who am I to judge? But he was not pope at that time.
The family was thrown into chaos and anguish. The reporters thought it was going to be a touching Oprah moment, maybe. Instead, everybody was mad as well, hell, at them.
I have a couple of thoughts on this. First, because there was such a quick shutdown on news of the jumpers, I did not know there had been many, many jumpers. Years later, probably in conjunction with the Falling Man story in the Los Angeles Times, I read that for those who had to be in the vicinity, they heard a veritable rain of jumpers (they were unable to bear looking, but could not close their ears) for a good 45 minutes. Thud. Thud. Thud. Until the towers fell.
I think in a sense we are right to want this on the record.
Second, though, for the love of all thats holy and merciful, why would any family want to know that the very last moments of a loved ones life were spent leaping into thin air with a cement sidewalk waiting below? Draw a veil over that, please.
alphafemale
(18,497 posts)I can't even imagine the anguish of seeing your loved one again and in this last moment must try to consume all the good memories.
Jspur
(578 posts)ago and they found the Falling Man was a black man. I forget his name, but they confirmed it was him and met up with his family. His family also confirmed it was him.
Jspur
(578 posts)Here is a clip of the documentary where they mention the Falling Man is most likely Jonathan Briley who is a black man.
hauckeye
(634 posts)My son and I have watched it several times.
mopinko
(70,071 posts)DemocraticPatriot
(4,341 posts)and rather slow with the most intense pain.
Falling to the earth from a great height, death would be instantaneous.
alphafemale
(18,497 posts)Probably even before the flames were near as there was no way down and the end was obvious.
LAS14
(13,781 posts)peggysue2
(10,828 posts)A day or two after that awful day. I gasped but couldn't take my eyes off the image, the exquisite composition, the balance of lines, something that no photographer/artist could ever expect or arrange or forget. It has a terrible beauty, a strange stillness even though the man is falling through space and time. He's given himself over to the final act, surrendered. Which is what we all ultimately do at the end of things.
It's one of those images that ends up etched on your brain making the memory as startling as the first glance.
The photograph should never have been censored. It's not only a gripping historical time-stamp. It's a stunning work of art.
The Falling Man. IMHO, he's all of us.
TheBeam19
(344 posts)This Gen Z young lady has a point.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR5qLvQw/
If you dont have Tik Tok, she recounts the lifelong trauma of being forced as a first grader, at school, five or six years after the fact to watch videos of people jumping out of burning buildings that planes were crashing into.
Maybe after twenty-plus years of horseshit wars in the name of fighting terrorism its time to spare the upcoming generation the horror of these images.
How many historical tragedies did we learn about as kids for which there were no photos or video? Plenty.