Yes, it seems I’m wagging my finger at the photographer who snapped shots of Mr. Han before he was killed. But if you continue on, you might be surprised who I’m really blaming for this entire debacle and how it was allowed to come about.
First, the good news… the man who pushed a New York City man onto the tracks of an oncoming train has been arrested for 2nd degree murder.
The pusher is Naeem Davis, who said that Ki-Suck Han, was harassing him and he shoved him away from him. The shove resulted in Han falling down onto the tracks, in the path of an oncoming Q train.
But there was someone there who took pictures of Han while he was stuck in the recessed tracks. The photographer said he couldn’t do anything about it except try to warn the conductor by firing off his camera flash. He fired off his flash 49 times. Though I’m not sure how a number of flashes can equate to much, considering how much it takes to stop a train.
Then there were various reports saying that when Han fell onto the tracks, there was a collective gasp from the crowd as they stood and watched for an estimated minute as Han tried to get off the tracks.
The photographer said there was no way he could have gotten to Han in time, but apparently, there were others close enough who could have helped Han. Some sources online say he was over 200 feet away and he was rushing in , but the train was too close by the time he got close enough. If so, then kudos to the man.
But then we’ve also seen that R. Umar Abbasi, the freelance photographer who took the pictures, got busy and licensed a few of his photos of the incident.
To a degree, I get it. Freelance photographers live and die by the pics they take. And if Abbasi truly was too far away, so be it. But there were folks close enough apparently, who could have done something.
And that’s the shameful moment in this entire thing. Forget that The Post actually published the picture, and thus, glorified Paparazzi-like behavior. We all know how we feel about the star-stalking paps who have zero respect for people or life.
But then there’s the consumer on the other end of the pictures. The ones who actually make it worth the while of trades and rags to buy these photos from paps and publish them.
It’s a cycle.
It starts from the pap who is willing to do whatever to take advantage of getting “the picture” that sells. The middle-men are the publications. But they see a demand and fill it. And that third stage of the cycle, that demand, are the consumers who eat this up.
Like I always say about any good or bad TV show or movie, it’s not just one facet that makes a project good or bad. It’s the entire team.
And in the ugly case of the Q train, many folks were part of this terrible equation. From the men arguing, the bystanders, well, standing by and only watching. The photographer. The Post who published the ugly picture. And the end-consumers who snatched it up and either reveled in this look at tragedy, or picked up their horns to cry foul.
The end-consumer, both fan and critic, rewards the process and helps the process continue.
Until that stops, and I don’t think it ever will, then things like this will go on and on. Much like reality TV. As long as there is a profitable market for whatever, it won’t stop any time soon.