Young Christians celebrating by the body of a teenage Palestinian girl Beirut, 1976 – Inhabitants of a shelled mental hospital being moved Beirut,1982 – Two dead Khmer Rouge, one with a foot possibly missing as a result of a landmine Cambodia, 1970 – Inside an overflowing hospital Phnom Penh, 1975 – In His Own Words On his darkroom: "Even my darkroom is a haunted place." On doing the job: "I have been constantly accused of taking terrible pictures and people saying, did you ever help anyone? Of course I did, but I don't want to brag about it." "I scooped this old lady up in my arms. It was like scooping up On helping a woman in Cyrprus: some rag doll that had fallen out of a child's pram. I just ran and ran with her. I don't know why I did it, but I didn't really want to see that old lady get shot down and killed." He is tormented by the memory "that haunts me to this day" of a starving child among hundreds he encountered in Biafra in 1969: "He was an albino boy and he was standing looking at me, barely managing to stand on his spindly legs... he was making me feel so ashamed." On what he saw in Beirut: "it was murder from the word go... everywhere I went that day I could see another person being murdered in front of me". In 1982, during an assignment to war-torn Beirut, "a day of reckoning" came when he visited an abandoned hospital with children "tied to the beds, covered in flies... lying in buckets of their own filth, starving hungry, dying of thirst". He was then taken to a room where and “blind insane” children were kept when the door was opened they came flooding out "in their own filth and – mess... like blind rats... I don't think I was ever more ashamed of humanity".
Young Christians celebrating by the body of a teenage Palestinian girl – Beirut, 1976 Inhabitants of a shelled mental hospital being moved – Beirut,1982 Two dead Khmer Rouge, one with a foot possibly missing as a result of a landmine – Cambodia, 1970 Inside an overflowing hospital – Phnom Penh, 1975 In His Own Words On his darkroom: "Even my darkroom is a haunted place." On doing the job: "I have been constantly accused of taking terrible pictures and people saying, did you ever help anyone? Of course I did, but I don't want to brag about it." On helping a woman in Cyrprus: "I scooped this old lady up in my arms. It was like scooping up some rag doll that had fallen out of a child's pram. I just ran and ran with her. I don't know why I did it, but I didn't really want to see that old lady get shot down and killed." He is tormented by the memory "that haunts me to this day" of a starving child among hundreds he encountered in Biafra in 1969: "He was an albino boy and he was standing looking at me, barely managing to stand on his spindly legs... he was making me feel so ashamed." On what he saw in Beirut: "it was murder from the word go... everywhere I went that day I could see another person being murdered in front of me". In 1982, during an assignment to war-torn Beirut, "a day of reckoning" came when he visited an abandoned hospital with children "tied to the beds, covered in flies... lying in buckets of their own filth, starving hungry, dying of thirst". He was then taken to a room where “blind and insane” children were kept – when the door was opened they came flooding out "in their own filth and mess... like blind rats... I don't think I was ever more ashamed of humanity".
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