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Tennessee Tornadoes

Chris Stanfield
The Jackson Sun

I have spent the last seven days of my life covering the devastation of two tornadoes that hit my city last Sunday. I have traveled every inch of the town, looking for the pictures that tell the story. People crying, volunteers, the destruction of homes and all of the other points to a story that go along with covering such a horrible event. The days began to run together after yet another night of tornadoes on Wednesday.

Even then, I stayed focused on getting 'the picture'. I focused on how to best tell our readers through my pictures, what had happened to so many people. Nine are dead...Mothers, fathers, children, a next door neighbor. Gone forever. And I was focused.

Focused on getting what I needed. Focused on doing my job. Focused on doing a good job and pleasing the editors. More than 300 homes are gone. Almost as many families torn apart....and I was there. But today is Sunday..and I have realized, truly realized what has happened. I have neglected my family the past week. Homes within 200 yards of where I am a father and husband, are gone. My wife spent part of Wednesday and Thursday in a closet with my two-year old. A bicycle helmet on his head for protection. I cannot get the sirens out of my head, or the look of horror that my wife, son, and so many people through this community had on their faces this week.

But it's my job right? This is what we live for..right? Right! But there is a price. Driving back from a church service held in a community center this morning..it hit me. The congregation held a service because their church had been destroyed, along with the life of a member. I was at the church the night it was hit. Twenty people walked away..one life lost. Anyway, on the way back to the news room, I passed one of the places hit in town (it's hard not to do that..so much of the city has been hit) and began to cry. It had sunk in.

My message is this. Before we are photographers.. we are husbands, fathers, wives, sons, daughters, friends, girlfriends and boyfriends. We are human. We cannot just hide behind our cameras all of the time. We must remember that our families do come first when devastation hits home. This is not an opinion. This is a fact. This is the way we all must be to do our jobs effectively. We must help those in need, but not always by taking pictures to tell a story. Sometimes a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on for a neighbor and friend makes more of a difference in someone's life than seeing their picture on the front page of the newspaper.

Thank you..and God Bless the people of Jackson Tennessee.

 

Residents leave an apartment complex in Jackson,Tn., Monday morning after the city condemned the structure. A Sunday evening tornado ripped through the city, leaving at least nine dead. The Jackson Sun/Chris Stanfield


Residents of the Orchard Hill subdivision in Jackson TN, fight back tears after seeing the damage to their homes for the first time since Sunday evening when a severe tornado sent most of them running for shelter elsewhere. Local and state officials kept residents out until about noon on Monday, sweeping the area and checking for other victims. At least 8 people have been confirmed dead. The Jackson Sun/Chris Stanfield

Residents of the Orchard Hill subdivision in Jackson, TN,began the task of sifting through personal belongs scattered across neighborhoods on Monday Jan., 18,1999. The subdivision is believed to be the worst hit by a Sunday evening tornado that swept across the region. The Jackson Sun/Chris Stanfield


A family picture is caught on the barbed wire surrounding Edith Evans home in Blue Goose, TN, on Monday Jan. 18,1999. Evans lost her life after a tornado swept throughout the region on Sunday evening. The Jackson Sun/Chris Stanfield

Jason Lonon of Jackson stands in his bedroom where his bed was when Sunday night's tornado ripped through his home in Jackson. 'I'm lucky to be alive,' Lonon said. The Jackson Sun/Chris Stanfield.

Linda Moling, left, and Diann Spaeth console one another at Sundays informal church service held at the south Jackson community center in Jackson. The two are members of the people chapel church located off of grove road in s. Jackson, where one person was killed when last Sunday's tornado demolished the church's building.

Sad and a little embarrassed, tornado victims poured in to an American Red Cross shelter in Jackson, swallowing their pride to seek food and shelter after yet another long night of sever weather. The Jackson Sun/Chris Stanfield.

John Emerson sifts through the twisted metal of his neighbors yard, trying to salvage what he can in Jackson, Tenn., on Tuesday, Jan. 26,1999. Ever since last Sunday's (Jan 17,1999) tornado struck Jackson , victims have been swarmed with help from friends and volunteers from all over the country, lending a hand to those who need it. THE JACKSON SUN / CHRIS STANFIELD

A woman, who did not wish to give her name, tries to salvage what she can out of her brother's kitchen in Jackson, TN, Monday Jan. 18,1999. A strong tornado ripped through the city and some of the region around 6:30 Sunday evening, leaving at least nine dead and several missing. The Jackson Sun/Chris Stanfield

 

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