Anderson Cooper saving a boy in Haiti during a shooting. A slab of concrete was dropped of the boys head.
Anderson fucking Cooper, everyone.
Some journalists like to be strictly observers. they don’t intervene, they don’t participate. they just document what they see, even if what they see is terrible. But the way I see it, journalists don’t exist in a vacuum. They are human beings, living and working in a very human environment. And that humanity is essential in relating to their stories. When you lose your humanity, you lose any kind of journalistic integrity you have left.
#nevernotreblog
this is the guy who found out one of his ancestors was killed by one of his slaves and was like “he had it coming”
Anderson Cooper is a ridiculously amazing human being, you guys. His mother was Gloria Vanderbilt, and he had a very privileged childhood because of it.
I can’t find the exact quote, unfortunately, but one day he went to someone’s house (school friend or something) and had this massive realisation that the way he lived was incredibly different from the way most people lived, and in part that was what led him to become a journalist, to bring a voice to people who would otherwise be spoken over.
He’s increasingly becoming a hero of mine.
We need these people in the world. We need to try to BE these people.
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