Thomas Hoepker chose not to publish this photograph in a book about 9/11.
Photograph: Thomas Hoepker/Magnum
In the photograph Thomas Hoepker took on 11 September 2001, a group of New Yorkers sit chatting in the sun in a park in Brooklyn. Behind them, across brilliant blue water, in an azure sky, a terrible cloud of smoke and dust rises above lower Manhattan from the place where two towers were struck by hijacked airliners this same morning and have collapsed, killing, by fire, smoke, falling or jumping or crushing and tearing and fragmentation in the buildings’ final fall, nearly 3,000 people.
Ten years on, this is becoming one of the iconic photographs of 9/11, yet its history is strange and tortuous. Hoepker, a senior figure in the renowned Magnum photographers’ co-operative, chose not to publish it in 2001 and to exclude it from a book of Magnum pictures of that horribly unequalled day. Only in 2006, on the fifth anniversary of the attacks, did it appear in a book, and then it caused instant controversy. The critic and columnist Frank Rich wrote about it in the New York Times. He saw in this undeniably troubling picture an allegory of America’s failure to learn any deep lessons from that tragic day, to change or reform as a nation: "The young people in Mr Hoepker’s photo aren’t necessarily callous. They’re just American."
In other words, a country that believes in moving on they have already moved on, enjoying the sun in spite of the scene of mass carnage that scars the fine day. Indeed, I can’t help thinking the five apparently unmoved New Yorkers resemble the characters in the famous 1990s television comedy Seinfeld, who in the show’s final episode are convicted under a Good Samaritan law of failing to care about others.
Rich’s view of the picture was instantly disputed. Walter Sipser, identifying himself as the guy in shades at the right of the picture, said he and his girlfriend, apparently sunbathing on a wall, were in fact "in a profound state of shock and disbelief". Hoepker, they both complained, had photographed them without permission in a way that misrepresented their feelings and behaviour.
Well, you can’t photograph a feeling. But another five years on since it surfaced in 2006, it seems pointless to argue about the morality of the people in the picture, or of the photographer, or his decision to withhold the picture from publication. It is now established as one of the defining photographs of that day – with the 10th anniversary of the World Trade Centre’s destruction approaching, the Observer Review republished it this August as the 9/11 photograph.
It is the only photograph of that day to assert the art of the photographer: among hundreds of devastating pictures, by amateurs as well as professionals, that horrify and transfix us because they record the details of a crime that outstripped imagination – even Osama bin Laden dared not expect such a result – this one stands out as a more ironic, distanced, and therefore artful, image. Perhaps the real reason Hoepker sat on it at the time was because it would be egotistical to assert his own cunning as an artist in the midst of mass slaughter.
Today, the meaning of this photograph has nothing to do with judging individuals. It has become a picture about history, and about memory. As an image of a cataclysmic historical moment it captures something that is true of all historical moments: life does not stop dead because a battle or an act of terror is happening nearby. Artists and writers have told this truth down the ages. In his painting The Fall of Icarus, the Renaissance painter Pieter Bruegel depicts a peasant ploughing on as a boy falls to his death in the sea beyond: it is a very similar observation to Hoepker’s. WH Auden’s lines on this painting in his poem Musée des Beaux Arts apply perfectly to the photograph: "In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away / Quite leisurely from the disaster …"
Stendhal similarly captures the dissonance of history in his novel The Charterhouse of Parma. A young man volunteers to fight for Napoleon at Waterloo, but instead of a defining moment of courage all he experiences are random, marginal, meaningless accidents on the edges of the great day.
History is not a heroic story, nor memory a block of marble inscribed with imperishable words of grief and rage. As Tony Blair – whose own response to this act of inhuman cruelty was to have such historic consequences – says of that day in his book A Journey, "It is amazing how quickly shock is absorbed and the natural rhythm of the human spirit reasserts itself … We remember, but not as we felt at that moment."
Personally I remember the shock of that moment perfectly. I have nightmares about it, which is strange, considering I am not an American and witnessed it only on television in Hackney, London. But I had come to love New York deeply and it felt like – it was – an attack on everything I held dear. Yet arguments about the meaning and, urgently, the response to this colossal act of violence started immediately. For every horrific account you can read of that day a horror has been caused, either directly or indirectly, by the "war on terror" that resulted: 12,000 killed by suicide bombers in Iraq …
And so, 10 years on, the meaning of this photograph is that memories fade fast. The people in the foreground are us. We are the ones whose lives went on, touched yet untouched, separated from the heart of the tragedy by the blue water of time, which has got ever wider and more impossible to cross. A 10-year-old event belongs to history, not the present. To feel the full sorrow of it now you need to watch a documentary – and then you will switch to something lighter, either because it is painfully clear that too much blood has been spent around the world in the name of this disaster, or simply because changing channels is what humans do. The people in this photograph cannot help being alive, and showing it.
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τω αγνώστω γραφίστα του διαδικτύου που αντιστέκεται γουστάρω την πλάκα που γίνεται στις μούρες που μας πετάνε στη μούρη τα αποτελέσματα της ανικανότητάς τους. Γουστάρω που το ίντερνετ έχει γίνει ο χειρότερος εφιάλτης τους. Θα γουστάρω ακόμη πιο τρελά όταν όσοι αντιδρούν βγουν στους δρόμους Η δοκιμασία μας συνεχίζεται, και θα συνεχίζεται όσο δεν αντιδρούμε. Κάποια στιγμή πρέπει δείξουμε ότι μετά το χιούμορ έχουμε να δείξουμε τα δόντια μας (πήρα τη φωτό από τον Τριαντάφυλλο Ομηρίδη στο FB αν ξέρει κανείς ποιος πρωτοέκανε αυτό το κολάζ, παρακαλώ να μου το στείλει να το αναφέρω – και φυσικά εννοείται ότι τον ευχαριστούμε για το χαμόγελο που μας χάρισε!!!)
στα επεισόδια μετά τη δολοφονία του Γρηγορόπουλου και απολύθηκε από την εφημερίδα του τον Ελεύθερο Τύπο (επί της πολυχρονεμένης Αγγελοπουλικής ιδιοκτησίας). Φιγουράρει σήμερα στην πρώτη σελίδα της Ελευθεροτυπίας – με τους επί τρίμηνο απλήρωτους κι εκεί, δημοσιογράφους. Ο Κώστας Τσιρώνης εργάζεται για το πρακτορείο Associated Press και έτσι υπογράφει τη αυτήν τη στιγμή που μας έκανε όλους να σαστίσουμε το πρωί κοιτώντας τα πρωτοσέλιδα. Μετά, η φωτογραφία έγινε με τον μαγικό τρόπο των social media όλων μας – και καλώς. 
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του συναδέλφου μου, του Κώστα Κωσταντέλλου (από τις εκδόσεις Λιβάνη). Έχει καταφέρει να κάνει ένα βιβλίο που είναι σύχρονο σου, ό,τι ηλικία κι αν έχεις (άνω των 15 εννοείται). Τύποι, καταστάσεις, που τους ξέρεις, τις ξέρεις, είτε από πρώτο χέρι είτε "ακουστά". Πάει με την εποχή. Μέσα από ένα ωραίο στόρι, καταγράφει με έναν ιδαίτερα σκωπτικό τρόπο, σχεδόν υποδόρροιο, τις αιτίες της σημερινής μας κατάστασης. Καλή ανάγνωση!
