Nobody ever said doing good journalism is easy--or safe.
In fact, reporters and photographers who have spent any significant time
covering war, revolution, political upheaval, and natural disaster are keenly
aware that when they arrive in war ravaged places like Iraq or Afghanistan or
Syria, they may not return home in one piece or even alive.
That is the hard reality of the job. It is one that every correspondent
and photographer must grapple with before he or she accepts a dangerous
assignment.
There is little doubt that James Foley and Steven Sotloff, the two freelance
American journalists who were beheaded by their Islamic State of Iraq and Syria
(ISIS) captors, knew the risks they were taking in going to places like Iraq
and Syria.
Since 1992, according to the Committee to Protect Journalists, 1,074
reporters and photographers have been killed world-wide covering the news.
"Why do you guys do it." a friend asked me recently, "when
you obviously know how dangerous it is in those places?"
Marie Colvin, the Sunday Times
correspondent killed in Syria in 2012 may have answered that question as well
as anyone:
“Our mission is
to speak the truth to power. We send home that first rough draft of history. We
can and do make a difference in exposing the horrors of war and especially the
atrocities that befall civilians.”
Most correspondents and photographers I have known would answer the
question in a similar way.
Marie Colvin Killed in 2012 |
My answer, when asked why I used to jump on a plane and head for a war
torn country, was that I was doing it to bear witness.
If reporters and photographers aren't there to cover the carnage,
atrocities and suffering caused by war then how will the world know what is
happening? Who will speak for those ground up by the violence, displaced from
their homes, murdered for their political or religious beliefs?
In my case, during a 25 year career with the Chicago Tribune in Asia and Latin America, I often found myself
wondering why I was putting myself in danger in order to write a story that was
likely to wind up in the bottom of somebody's bird cage.
Once again, Marie Colvin was right on the money back in 2010 when she
said:
""We
always have to ask ourselves whether the level of risk is worth the story. What
is bravery, and what is bravado? Journalists covering combat shoulder great
responsibilities and face difficult choices. Sometimes they pay the ultimate
price."
In the case of correspondents of my generation the countries where the
ultimate price was paid were places like Vietnam, Cambodia, El Salvador,
Nicaragua, Angola, and the Balkans.
During the 20 or so years that I toiled abroad six of my friends were
killed covering war, revolution and coups d'état.
Each time that happened, I questioned why I was exposing myself to a
similar fate.
Yates Covering Cambodia & Vietnam |
And each time my answer was the same: I felt a responsibility to tell the
world what I was witnessing. Only then could enough pressure be brought to bear
to end the carnage or help the brutalized civilian non-combatants with the
basics of life: food, water, shelter and medical care.
That's no doubt what motivated Foley and Sotloff to expose themselves to
the dangers they faced in Syria.
The barbarians who brutally took the lives of these two men are the very
reasons why reporters and photographers feel compelled to cover war. These
savages need to be exposed for what they are and what they represent.
Look back at World War II. What if there had been courageous reporters
able to write about the Nazi death camps or the horrendous atrocities committed
by the Imperial Japanese Army against millions of Chinese, Filipinos and allied
POWs?
There is no way of knowing if stories appearing in newspapers or on radio
networks of the time would have stopped what the Nazis and the Japanese were
doing. It was total war, after all.
But something tells me that by bearing witness some lives would have been
saved.
I can recall an incident in El Salvador when a government officer was
about to execute an anti-government guerrilla captured after a battle near a
ramshackle village. He pointed a German made G-3 rifle at the back of the kneeling
guerrilla's head and seemed about ready to pull the trigger, when he noticed me
standing nearby watching him.
He quickly pointed his rifle to the ground and instead of shooting the
guerrilla, kicked him in the back and sent him sprawling to the ground.
"Put him in the prisoner compound," he barked. Then he smiled
at me and walked away.
Did my presence save that man's life? I have no idea. But at least, for
that one brief moment, a life was spared.
Can journalists stop wars and other forms of violence and mayhem?
No, and anybody who thinks otherwise is fooling themselves. But what
journalists can do is make readers, viewers and listeners aware of what is
happening in places like Syria and Iraq and Afghanistan.
That is our job. We are the messengers. The job of those we bring the
message to is to use that information to inhibit and impede the kind of barbarism
and brutality we are seeing today in Iraq and Syria.
Here is my rule when it comes to dangerous assignments.
When the risks associated with reporting a story are weighed against
whatever benefits might be derived from the story and the risks outweigh the
benefits, my rule is simple: leave and live to report another day.
No story is worth your life.
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