Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

From Messiah to Pariah

On the Bench
Sure, that fancycam feels good on your shoulder, but if you're going to carry it around for any length of time, you'll have to get used to uncomfortable situations. I'm not talkin' cop car cockpits either, (though two hours in a tricked out Crown Vic with a certain type of officer will leave permanent scarring). No, I'm talking about the derision heaped on any news shooter brave enough to wander away from the waterskiing squirrel convention and toward, say, the courthouse. That's where you and your lens will plunge to new depths of unpopularity, for few folks want to be on the tee-vee when they're facing charges. It's something every photographer gets used to. Depending on your location, you can go from rockstar to leper in the time it takes a rickety elevator to dump you outside Courtroom "C".

Why in my time under the glass, I've been heckled by hippies, threatened by meth-heads and spat at by shackled madmen. And that was just outside traffic court! Move a little higher up the judiciary scale and you'll find all kinds of open hostility. I once had a dentist who was accused of fondling his unconscious patients act like I was the lecherous perv. Murder suspects and their weeping mothers have unleashed the kind of bile on me you usually have to watch a Lifetime movie to witness. More times than not, you're powerless to retaliate but I have found that a shit-eating grin and the occasional 'Enjoy your jumpsuit!" will silence the especially testy defendant.

Yes, I dare say I'm impervious to the kind of hallway taunts our justice system has to offer. Until I saw the above photo, in which a stoic shooter sits center square while a whole bunch of scary polygamists people mumble turn-of-the-century curses at the filthy fornicator in their midst. That his buddy thought to pop off a shot of his pain only makes him one of us. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go to the restroom. Seems the lady in the beehive threw some kind of hex on my nether region and I have to go change my underpants.

It's a living.

4 comments:

Tor Hershman said...

waterskiing squirrel convention = cute/fun

courthouse = waterskiing evil squirrel convention

Do yourself a favor and stick with the $$$ squirrels $$$.

Woodward and Bernstein were all just a faux-front.

jamieskate said...

Don't know who shot this photo of me your comments are mostly on target except that I don't view these folks as scary and I was not at all in pain (see the smile). I view them as news something my viewers have a right to see and hear about. I view every assignment the same way without personal judgment or fear they just get in the way.

Lenslinger said...

Jamie,

I wish not to infer you viewed these people as anything but worthy of your camera's attention. I was more taken with THEIR reaction to YOU.

jamieskate said...

OK, their reaction was as usual a creepy silence when they over and over were asked for a comment or names or was the person next to you your wife, husband, mother, sister....ect. For me the only scary thing about this community is the idea of having more than one wife for me one was way too many. Sorry to come down hard on you I don't like to be called hapless by strangers in public even by my own bro togs. You are right it is A LIVING.