Stories About Campaign Coverage
In his essay “Only a Lunatic Would Do This Kind of Work,” David M. Shribman, executive editor of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, captures the essence of what motivates political journalists. “They have an ethos,” Shribman writes. “They believe in inquiry. They believe in the value of the pointed question. They believe in catching their prey in an unscripted moment or in a lie. They believe in asking impertinent questions of their social betters. They believe small deviations from a candidate’s basic stump speech have grave implications.” – Melissa Ludtke, Editor
Shooting in Libya has been very frustrating because when you're on the “front” you feel very acutely that it is in no way whatsoever this war’s real front. When the rebels are not chasing after the coalition airplanes, the fighting—what there is of it—very much takes a back seat to the political pressures being applied to Muammar el-Qaddafi’s regime and backroom dealing in Benghazi, Cairo, Paris, London and Washington DC.
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“Photographs From Libya”
- Anja Niedringhaus and Iason AthanasiadisThe other development that's really taken off with the Libyan conflict is the appearance of war tourists—thousands of them. The majority are locals, seemingly surgically attached to their cell phones and taking extraordinary risks in standing atop sand dunes or on the main desert highway fully exposed to enemy snipers. Aside from posing a threat to their own health, they get in the way of the others, are capable of starting panicked stampedes or functioning as potential victims of friendly fire.
The front is a chaotic place with lots of random shooting going on, cries of Allahu Akbar greeting every salvo of machine-gun fire or rocket, and enthusiastic charges forward that are greeted, most usually, in a bout of shelling and unceremonious retreat.
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“Photographs From Libya”
- Anja Niedringhaus and Iason AthanasiadisThe other development that's really taken off with the Libyan conflict is the appearance of war tourists—thousands of them. The majority are locals, seemingly surgically attached to their cell phones and taking extraordinary risks in standing atop sand dunes or on the main desert highway fully exposed to enemy snipers. Aside from posing a threat to their own health, they get in the way of the others, are capable of starting panicked stampedes or functioning as potential victims of friendly fire.
The front is a chaotic place with lots of random shooting going on, cries of Allahu Akbar greeting every salvo of machine-gun fire or rocket, and enthusiastic charges forward that are greeted, most usually, in a bout of shelling and unceremonious retreat.
