In reading the coverage of the homecoming parade crash in Stillwater, I have learned one thing new, about myself.
With each new disaster story, I typically complain to co-workers that disaster stories all sound the same, that only the details change with the type of story: shooting, earthquake, car crash, election.
Pick a disaster, I say, and I’ll give you 35 inches of made-up accounts and quotes that will seem authentic; it’s all been said before.
To my shame, it’s really rather cynical, and silly.
I pray that I will never say it again.
Disaster stories do come across as quite similar, partly because individuals react to horrible events in ways that are shared by ALL people: shock, horror, loss, sadness, death.
In Sunday’s Tulsa World there were two photos, taken on opposite sides of the world and two generations apart, but they are the same photo, showing very human responses to tragedy.
On the front page is a photo from Saturday’s crash at the OSU homecoming parade in Stillwater by David Bitton of the Stillwater News Press (f8 and be there; that’s the key).
It appears that two injured persons are on the ground, being attended by passers-by. All around are others who are reacting with various degrees of shock, horror, dismay, sadness. Every one is reacting in a different way, while still reacting in the same, very human way.
On the back of the first section is a Vietnam War photo from June 8, 1972. That was when AP photographer Nick Ut took a photo that would win him the Pulitzer Prize, a photo of a 9-year-old girl running naked down a road after being burned by napalm and white phosphorous munitions in an air raid.
The photo printed, however, was one that I don’t remember ever seeing. The girl is standing still, facing away from the camera, still naked except for the patch of either melted cloth or melted skin on her back and left arm. The thing that catches my eye is not her horror, but the dismay shown on the faces of the photographers and soldiers who are facing her. A South Vietnamese soldier appears to be signaling her to stand still. An American medic appears to be starting first aid. Behind them all are the photographers and sound crews, men who have covered the horrors of the Vietnam War but who are still taken aback by suffering different from what they’ve ever seen before.
Every person has a story. Every story, every disaster, every shock gets filtered through that individual’s experiences.
But those individual responses are in turn shaped by our shared humanity. That makes reporting about disaster a bit repetitive. There is a discernible pattern.
So what? Every sonnet follows a pattern. And every story has already been told, somewhere, by someone. “Romeo and Juliet” and “West Side Story” are really the same story, except with music. And a few other changes.
When we write about disasters and about things that actually rise to the level of “tragedy,” we write a familiar story. But we must pay respect to the unique nature of each individual’s response. Juliet is not Maria, but each character’s story echoes in our hearts, shaping who WE are. Each story is worth telling, and telling well.
I believe that is what the Tulsa World reporters accomplished Saturday and in the days since, telling the stories of this horrible event and the people involved.
It brings to mind my favorite quote by Ernest Hemingway, in his memoir “A Moveable Feast” about being a struggling writer in Paris.
“The writer’s job is to tell the truth,” he said. “I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, ‘Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.’ So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there.”
As long as reporters and writers can keep starting with one true sentence, I must keep looking at their stories with fresh eyes. I owe it to them, I owe it to the readers, and I owe it to the real people involved in those stories who have unique experiences to share.