My least favorite moment of any photo assignment is the uncomfortable silence after the PR person greets you & says, "We've had professional photos taken if you would like us to send you any." #PartyLikeAJournalist
I thought my phone's screen was locked when I shoved it into the back pocket of my bike jersey after stopping to take a picture during today's ride. The photo below happened soon afterward, along with seven blurrier shots that have the same blue tint from the jersey's fabric.
I want to be super clear about what happened tonight in Washington: The President of the United States deployed tear-gas, rubber bullets and military personnel on peaceful protesters so that he could cross the street for a photo op. There is no excuse.
ANOTHER harrowing account from ANOTHER priest working outside St. John’s who says they were run off by tear gas, etc before Trump’s photo op. Ends with a defiant decree: “I am now a force to be reckoned with.”
Priti Patel’s parents & mine were told to leave Uganda & Kenya, in some cases to save their lives. After much protest (at one point they wanted to dump them on the Falklands) UK let them in. To think years later a daughter of that generation would pose for a photo opp like this.
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Covid motorcades, signing blank papers, and tear gas walks to a church: the tragedy of Donald Trump’s photo ops.
What would Jesus do? I’m guessing he wouldn’t target people with tear gas and rubber bullets so he could get a photo op holding a Bible upside down. Just a wild hunch.