Interesting thing about photographing people in the midst of personal tragedy. There is no way I could do it, yet some of the most emotional photographs I've ever seen do this. To show a far off bombing in a war detaches us somewhat; to show a burned naked
little girl running from the bombing rips your heart and strengthens your resolve to help end a useless war. Showing dirty, weary
911 workers digging through the rubble or carrying a dead priest or even the falling bodies of the people jumping to their deaths is shocking and horrifying, but it personalizes the tragedy in a way that haunts us forever. Photographs of concentration camp victims from WWII showed the world the unthinkable. Oftentimes it is the human element that we remember most.