Author: Kristen Radtke
The day Alex Pretti was shot 10 times in the street by federal agents, I was delivering a eulogy for my grandfather, who died the way we're supposed to: old, asleep, surrounded by family. Because it's my job to coordinate visuals for this website, I locked myself in a bathroom stall, watched a video of the shooting twice, and emailed a photographer, asking if he could get onto the streets and start documenting what was happening in Minneapolis.
As I reviewed photos of protesters and tear gas in the wake of his death, I didn't realize, in the hours before his name was released to the public, that the man millions of people had seen lying fac …
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The day Alex Pretti was shot 10 times in the street by federal agents, I was delivering a eulogy for my grandfather, who died the way we're supposed to: old, asleep, surrounded by family. Because it's my job to coordinate visuals for this website, I locked myself in a bathroom stall, watched a video of the shooting twice, and emailed a photographer, asking if he could get onto the streets and start documenting what was happening in Minneapolis.
As I reviewed photos of protesters and tear gas in the wake of his death, I didn't realize, in the hours before his name was released to the public, that the man millions of people had seen lying fac …
Read the full story at The Verge.
Continue reading...