February 18, 1998

Newsroom Decisions, Dilemmas and Cut Lines

I recently covered a breaking news story where there was initially some indication of foul play. I stood outside with the reporter as police officers, detectives and eventually the commanding officer of the local precinct made their way inside a building where a man had hanged himself in the hallway outside his apartment.

With all the brass inside, there was some speculation that it wasn't "just" a suicide. Eventually, though, after waiting for over two hours for the medical examiner, and for the body to be removed, that's "all" it turned out to be, a private tragedy turned public that I had to cover "just in case".

Out of respect for the family, we never ran a picture and didn't cover it in our Police Beat column, though similar stories have made their way to that column before. Although I had no say in whether or not the story would run, I personally agreed with the editor's decision not to run it.

However, this brings to mind another story I covered last year, highlighting the way a cut line can alter perception of a story, or of a person in that story, or display an insensitivity to the people we're writing about.

Three days before Christmas, a woman had set off an insecticide bomb in her apartment. Apparently she was unaware of a gas leak in her kitchen and as she left her apartment, the can exploded, causing all of the windows to her apartment to be blown out and much of the contents of her apartment to be destroyed, igniting a small fire which was quickly put out by the fire department.

 


photo copyright Susan Markisz

 
After getting some pictures from the outside of the building, with the firefighters in the foreground, I went up to the woman's apartment and asked if I could speak to her for a moment. She explained that she didn't understand English very well but after I addressed her in Spanish she allowed me into her apartment where I saw that her Christmas tree had toppled and glass and ornaments were shattered and scattered everywhere. Whatever wasn't furniture, was destroyed. The woman was lucky to be alive. I asked whether she would allow me to take some pictures for the newspaper.

She consented, but quickly added, after I'd already snapped a few frames with my wide angle lens, including her in the picture: "Oh, not with me in the picture."

I scanned the picture that told the story, but was then faced with the dilemma of whether to just hand it in without explanation. I approached my publisher, who has the last word on these things, and he agreed with me that I ought to go and talk to her. I went back to her apartment and told her that we would like to publish a picture with her in it. She was in tears, telling me how humiliated she was because she's been trying to get the superintendent to do something about her bug problem for years.

I told her that it was important for people to know how dangerous these devices were and that the photograph was all the more powerful with her in it, but that we would not run it without her permission.

She agreed and the picture, which I had scanned with the cut line "INSECTICIDE EXPLOSION," ran instead with a caption that read: "ROACH BOMB EXPLODES".

I subsequently had a discussion with the editor, who defended his use of the word "roach" as opposed to the word "Insecticide." My editor's position was: "Well, WASN'T it???" While purely a question of semantics, I felt strongly that the use of that one word probably further embarrassed an already humiliated woman, who had agreed to allow her picture to be used for the good of the story. It is also my belief that we further convinced another person that journalists will do or use anything simply to tell a story, without regard for the subject. Perhaps I'm guilty of that too.

Susan B. Markisz

February 18, 1998

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Susan Markisz
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Contributing Photographer
The Riverdale Press, NY
Freelance for the New York Times
Other journals by Susan Markisz
334 November 10, 1999 I have a New Boss
328 Is Photojournalism Dead? Susan Markisz I am not a photojournalist here (at the U.N.)
322 September 20, 1999 The heavy artillery has arrived
321 September 21, 1999

My adrenaline was already running high when I was given today's schedule.

 

318 September 14, 1999 7:45 AM: I note as I arrive at St. Bartholomew's Church on East 51st Street for the Interfaith Prayer Service
317 September 13, 1999 Milton hands me two Nikon F4's and an assortment of lenses and assigns staff photographer Evan Schneider to accompany me on my first assignment in the GA
314 September 10,1999 Milton Grant, Chief of the Photo Unit, welcomes me to the department and takes me on an informal tour of the UN.
312 August 31, 1999 The Boy Who Fooled New York.
311 August 20, 1999 I Went Scuba Diving
310 August 16, 1999 The Junkie Priest
306 July 21, 1999 The relentless quest for (Kennedy) imagery
296 July 7, 1999 Hot Hot Hot
294 July 3, 1999 The Sleepovers
288 May 31, 1999 Bad Judgment / Good Judgment: The Picture That Never Was
285 May 27, 1999 Shut Out
281 May 17, 1999

I received a letter recently that reminded me that I'd been taking some things for granted lately.

278 May 7, 1999 A Mass for Littleton
250 March 15, 1999

It's been three months and I've finally developed the rest of my film.

245 March 11, 1999 The picture-taking took less than 10 minutes.
242 March 3, 1999 I don't want to get in a mudslinging contest about the future of photojournalism
235 February 24, 1999 Lately, I seem to be the queen of features and the environmental portrait.
219 February 9, 1999 Does Color Matter?
208 January 29, 1999 Let Me Take This Call
194 December 28, 1998 Last July on this website I wrote about an assignment I had had, to photograph a mother and her young son, both of whom were battling leukemia
193 December 27, 1998 Girls, curls and slipjigs
188 December 19, 1998 Around this time last year I wrote that one of my goals was to find out how photography fits into my life.
172 November 4, 1998 We've all had to do our share of one computer genius/computer programmer/computer innovator/computer geek photograph after another... and it begs the question: How many ways can you shoot a computer without taking out a double barreled shotgun?
165 October 28, 1998 Baseball legends
162 October 26, 1998 "Keep following the story, sounds like fun!"
149 September 17, 1998 Something about Harry
144 September 6, 1998 Photography enabled me to bring my own vision and interpretation to the canvas, at first fairly effortlessly, at least compared to what it had been like trying to eek out an image from a glob of burnt sienna to replicate a paper bag still-life.
136 August 21, 1998 A Day in the Life
134 August 17, 1998 What was startling was that one of the kids who used to play there not so long ago, now a young mother herself, was there with her 3 year old.
117 July 18, 1998 This story is not about a war on another continent. It's about a silent one being fought here...and in just about every corner of the world
113 July 15, 1998 I don't do wars...
112 July, 1998 Lighting 101
107 July 5, 1998 Hundreds of people would gather and watch as unscripted---and illegal---eye candy unfolded.
104 June 25, 1998 How many ways can you spell G-R-A-D-U-A-T-I-0-N ?
102 June 24, 1998 Simple Pleasures
99 June 22, 1998 Life Begins at 40
95 June 15, 1998 "I am woman, hear me roar..." ...Ok, so it's only a muffled "Yesssss!!!"
93 June 13, 1998 Pomp and Circumstance
88 June 9, 1998 Anything Goes...
86 June 3, 1998 Shooting for Stock
85 June 1, 1998 Baby, think it over...
79 May, 1998 Art.Rage.Us -- An Essay
64 April 19, 1998 Thursday I took the day off ... well, sort of.
60 April 14, 1998 Bernard L. Stein, Co-publisher of The Riverdale Press, wins Pulitzer prize.
57 April 10. 1998 A Homecoming of sorts
56 April 6, 1998 "I am not Julia Child"
54 April 5, 1998 The Photojournalism Roller coaster: Of Extremes and Insecurities
49 March 30, 1998 The dark side of humanity reared its head in one of our communities over the weekend.
48 March 29, 1998 A mitzvah is a good deed...
46 March 29, 1998 Today, it was over 80 degrees
45 March 28, 1998 "the (not really) begging phone call."
41 March 22, 1998 In Search of Art
36 March 12, 1998 And today's assignment is to photograph...real estate brokers.
26 February 23, 1998 I always breathe a sigh of relief when I edit my negatives after a basketball game.
19 February 18, 1998 Newsroom Decisions, Dilemmas and Cut Lines
15 February 10, 1998 These are the things about journalism that are truly joyful
4 January 23, 1998 One of the last photographs I took in 1997 was of firefighter John Usai. . .
2 January 14, 1998 My hope for 1998 is an ability to come to terms with what role photography plays in my life.
 
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