The stories behind the pictures: Iraq War

“Every once in a while your path crosses paths with history”- Luis Sinco

I just watched this series of videos done by photojournalists from the LA Times, depicting their journeys during the Iraq War. They spoke about the importance of documenting and humanizing the war, the role of [photo]journalists and why civilians’ stories need to be told.

It was a sobering series of videos that renewed my love for journalism and made me remember why I became a journalist in the first place— to document history and make sure people know what has happened.

Sometimes its easy for you to forget the passion and love you have for something because it fades into the background, being toppled by the daily routines of a job.

My dream has been to become a journalist to document the progress and abuses occurring globally, specifically when it relates to human rights. Everyone should be guaranteed basic human rights, but not everyone has that luxury. Some are deprived of the basic right to adequate sanitation, education, food, water and health care; others are trafficked to a foreign country. These abuses all play a role in global poverty and need to be brought to the forefront so changes can be made.

That is why I became a journalist. I wanted to use my journalist skills to shed light on human rights abuses, much like Nicholas Kristof. And while I have not forgotten this ultimate goal— it has always been a driving force in my life— I sometimes lose sight of the importance of journalists. But the videos from the LA Times reminded me just how important the role of a journalist can be; the role we have in documenting history and exposing the truth.

About Haley Behre

I graduated from Syracuse University in December 2011 with majors in newspaper journalism and women and gender studies. Using these majors, I aspire to become a journalist who writes about human rights issues. I have held internships at the Syracuse New Times, Dash Media PR Firm, Syracuse Post-Standard and the Reporters Committee for Freedom of the Press. I also had an internship at the Not For Sale Campaign Syracuse chapter, which is a non-profit organization dedicated to eradicating human trafficking. I was born in Seoul, Korea on September 30, 1990 and moved to the United States before I was one year old. When I was 8, my family and I moved to Norwich, England for three years. While I was here I was immersed into a new culture and got to experience many things other children my age do not get to. Over the three years, I visited Ireland, France and the Netherlands several times, and Belgium, Wales and Sweden once. In the winter of 2010, I got an amazing opportunity to visit Kenya for a month. This was by far the single most eye-opening experience of my life thus far. The natural beauty of the landscape and its people do not compare to anything I have seen. I currently intern for the Reporters Committee for the Freedom of the Press in the hopes of getting a full-time job at a newspaper or non-profit after.
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One Response to The stories behind the pictures: Iraq War

  1. David Schneck says:

    People are born with the right not to have bombs dropped on them and the right not to be shot or kidnapped. This is because all peaceful human beings have the right not to have violence or the threat of violence used against them. But if you’re born with the right to stuff, it means you’re born with the right to use violence – or the threat of violence – against those whose stuff you feel you have a right to. Any rights to stuff not given voluntarily negate our rights to peace..

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