#pulitzer center

[endimpunityday]

SESSION II: Safety of Journalists in environmental crises and disasters: Defending the defenders.

Session II: International Day to End Impunity for Crimes Against Journalists 2024.

10:15 - 10:35 am.

- Mr. Kunda Dixit, Journalist, Editor and co-publisher, Himalmedia

- Ms. Meera Selva, CEO Internews Europe

- Ms. Madeleine Ngeunga, Africa Editor, Pulitzer Center.

[beenasarwar]

Global community screenings of 'Democracy in Debt' conclude the first phase with enthusiastic engagement

The documentary has resonated far beyond Sri Lanka, with nearly 50 screenings in 14 countries across five continents. From bustling urban venues to intimate community gatherings, the screenings have sparked critical conversations on governance, transparency, and democracy. By Pragyan Srivastava/Sapan News The Pulitzer Center-supported documentary ‘Democracy in Debt: Sri Lanka Beyond the…

[fictionadventurer]

Everything I learn about Rose Wilder Lane makes me more and more aware that she was a hilariously outrageous person who needs a movie made about her immediately.

After leaving Missouri, she moves to California and marries a real-estate guy who once tried to get her to help him con the railroad.

She gets hired at a San Francisco newspaper known for its yellow journalism, where she does things like writing a series of columns featuring the "real-life stories of a police detective" who, in real life, was a high-end jewel thief.

Her first book is a first-person "autobiography" of Charlie Chaplin that she (after a few interviews with Chaplin) completely made up, and that Charlie Chaplin immediately threatened to sue her publisher for.

Her second book is a biography of Jack London, which his wife only reluctantly allowed her to write because Rose presented herself as "someone who had never written for the newspapers before and needs a chance to break into the magazines." This book was also almost entirely fictional, and her publisher also almost got sued over it.

Third biography is the first-ever biography of Herbert Hoover, also a heavily-fictionalized account. (Doesn't seem to have been sued for this one. Steps in the right direction!)

Traveled as a reporter through Europe (to places like Albania and Poland) post-WWI. (If we want to talk about legal things that she did).

Wrote a book based on Laura's late-childhood pioneer experiences while Laura was writing the early books of the Little House series, and did not tell Laura about it. (Laura was ticked off).

Kept trying to insert a story into Laura's memoirs (and Little House on the Prairie) casting Pa as a member of a posse that hunted down the infamous (and never-caught) serial-killing Bender family (despite the fact that this was historically impossible). (It got to the point that Laura herself told this story to the public as an example of "a true story I couldn't out in my children's book." Despite the fact, I say again, that this was historically impossible).

During WWII, endured a minor incident (it involved one cop coming to her house) where the FBI investigated her as a potential communist based on a postcard she sent that was critical of the government. Turned this into a short story that presented herself as the righteously-outraged American citizen fighting against an oppressive government, and used this to whip up a nationwide media campaign against J. Edgar Hoover for spying on American citizens.

Flew to Vietnam as a war reporter when she was in her seventies.

[muserepeats]

The Last of Us: Season 1, Episode 3.

[trendynewsnow]

Exploring Legacy and Memory in Katori Hall's 'The Blood Quilt'

Exploring Legacy and Memory in Katori Hall’s “The Blood Quilt” Quilting transcends mere fabric and stitches; it embodies blood, love, memory, and trauma. This profound notion lies at the heart of Katori Hall’s play, The Blood Quilt, currently showcasing at Lincoln Center. The story revolves around four sisters coming together to finish a quilt just three weeks after their mother’s passing,…

[cuntylouis]

71-year-old pulitzer finalist Eric Bogosian being on tiktok is already funny but 'toxic old man yaoi' being in the center of this post and the only one he liked is killing me

[mariasont]

Please, Don't Prove 'Em Right - A.H

a/n: my girl sabrina can do no wrong and i have been listening to this song on repeat since it came out so i just absolutely needed to write a fic about it

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron hotchner is a busy man and he tends to disappoint you by missing important events

warnings: angst (sorry in advance), aaron is like not a great husband, reader is also an imperfect character, reader is a girl boss though

wc: 1.2k

You were in your best dress. More expensive than you'd ever think about buying for yourself, but it had been a gift from Aaron. You had fought him on it, scolding him for spending so much on a dress you were sure to only wear once. But he had insisted, telling you that this opportunity was once in a lifetime and that it would be a sin for it to not be celebrated with a dress that made you shine like a ruby.

He was right, partly, you were shining--glowing, sparkling, glittering--as you moved through the library. It was beautiful, to say the least--all opulence and history that was almost too much to absorb. The marble floors almost seemed to amplify the conversations around you, the clinking of glasses, the swish of overpriced gowns and tuxedos.

Your eyes settled on the tiered desks fitted with bronze reading lamps, now repurposed as a station for hors d'oeuvres and champagne. The circular arrangement of desks, once centered around knowledge, now facilitated hushed gossip and the discreet laughter of society's finest.

You could almost hear what they were thinking: there she is again without her husband, that poor thing always by herself, and your personal favorite—does he even exist?

You wanted to be angry, to scold their prying eyes, for putting their noses into something that had nothing to do with them whatsoever. But could you really blame them? Every event you attended you told the same story--my husband is a busy man with an important job--a line you had grown tired of repeating. 

And that was all true. He devoted most of his time to saving lives--how could you find fault in that? How could you complain to having a husband whose very essence was self-sacrifice and heroism?

This evening was set to be an exception; he was in New York for a case, and the Pulitzer Prize ceremony was not something he would miss. He had given you his word.

You understood his passion for his job, completely, because you held that same passion for your own. You dedicated years of your life to your journalism, investigating corruption at its highest levels. This is exactly how you ended up here tonight, nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for that very work. A Pulitzer Prize.

The term once seemed like a fantastical concept to you, a lofty accolade reserved for the likes of JFK, Bob Dylan, Robert Frost--icons, not someone as ordinary as you. Yet, against all odds, you find yourself among the select few, a nominee for an honor that has only been won by 1,512 individuals since 1917, a fact Spencer had supplied you with.

Someone was speaking to you, saying your name. Almost without thinking, your hand found a flute of champagne, taking a generous sip before turning to face them.

"You look stunning, and a well-deserved congratulations are in order. Everyone back at the office is cheering for you." It was your boss, her stilettos adding inches to her already imposing frame.

The flattery didn't quite mask her usual coldness, it was all too artificial. She wasn't your biggest fan, and she had made that clear from your first day. Still, you mustered a smile and thanked her anyway, taking another sip of champagne, hoping to drown away her nauseating voice.

"It's too bad your husband couldn't be here," she began, and you had to resist the urge to rip out her extensions. "This is an incredible accomplishment, but he's quite the busy man, as you say."

"Yes, he is busy, but he'll be here tonight," you replied, flashing her your best smile as you smoothed the red fabric that suddenly felt too tight. "He's actually here in New York on a case."

"Oh, how great. I can't wait to put a face to the name." You could tell by the look she shot her own husband that she didn't believe a word from your mouth. "Anyway, I have to go speak with an academy representative, but I'll see you and your husband at the ceremony?"

You responded with a nod, not dignifying her with words as she left, her giggles a bitter sound. You hated her. And you were ready to make her eat her words when your husband, who looked absolutely incredibly in a suit, showed up.

But then it was dinner, and you found yourself alone, surrounded by a table of important people whose names you couldn't remember. The seat beside you was empty and suddenly that omnipotent, cloud-nine feeling you had vanished with the time that passed.

The text you sent piled up, feeling a little juvenile, like you were back in high school again getting stood up at prom.

Let me know when you're close!

Is everything going okay?

Call me if you can.

An onslaught of anxious thoughts skyrocketed around your mind as you mechanically chewed the fancy food that only seemed to upset your stomach further. What if something happened? Was he okay? Did the case go wrong? Did he get in a car accident on the way here?

You were a bundle of nerves, gnawing on the inside of your mouth as your heel tapped up and down against the floor. But this wasn't borne from concern for his well-being; deep down, you were certain he was fine. The truth was simpler and sharper: he wasn't coming.

You should have been prepared, should have braced for this, but you were convinced that this time, this occasion would be an exception.

You name was being called, but this time not by someone wanting to extract prying information or stir speculation, no, this time it was carried across the crowed, wrapped in the microphone's static hum.

Your head snapped up, fingers ceasing their fidgeting as you struggled to mask the shock and avoid the gaping, breathless look of a fish out of water.

You had won.

People were clapped, but it seemed far away as you made your way to the stage, hands coming from all directions to offer pats on the back and handshakes of congratulations.

You had won.

Your feet were carrying you up a small set of stairs. You were trying to remember how to walk--left, right, heel, toe. There was a bright light on you now, prompting a slight squint and you worked to keep a smile on your face as you accepted the award.

You had to be dreaming. Had to be. There was no other explanation.

You were on display now, under the intense stage lights. Your body was on autopilot, stepping behind the podium, words flowing out of your mouth--a speech you had rehearsed over and over again in the slim chance that you would win. And here you are.

But the more you spoke the more you seemed to deviate from the script.

You paused, voice catching as you tried your best not to let the tears fall--your makeup was too pristine for smears.

"But tonight, as I accept this honor, I am reminded that while we may seek comfort in the presence of others, our truest strength comes from within." Your eyes dart around the audience, clinging to the slim chance he's there, that he showed up. "It comes from knowing that when we step into the moment, we step in with conviction, with passion, and sometimes, with a singularity that says we are enough."

The final words of your speech hang in the air, a brittle hope that disappears as quickly as it surfaced. He proved them right, and no amount of applause can drown out the sound of your heart breaking just a little.

part 2

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna @readergf @sarcasm-and-stiles @edencherries @aurorsworld @princess76179

[could8963]

[911cast]

juliacunninghaaam: The Jess Cagle Show gets to the bottom of the alleged FIRST EDITION OF THE ILIAD gifted to J.Lo in The Boy Next Door! Journalism. Pulitzer. Kennedy Center Honor. Thank you @/ryanaguzman for being so much fun!

[whenweallvote]

#OnThisDay in 1993, American novelist Toni Morrison became the first Black woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Morrison was widely acclaimed for her poetic storytelling and centering the Black experience. Throughout her life, she penned 11 novels, in addition to children’s books and essay collections. Her work earned her numerous recognitions, including a Pulitzer Prize in 1988 and a Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2012.

Today, we honor Toni Morrison’s brilliance and dedication to speaking truth to power.

[morbidology]

In the annals of photojournalism, few images have the power to evoke the profound mixture of emotion and reflection as starkly as "The Vulture and the Little Girl." Captured by South African photojournalist Kevin Carter in March 1993, this harrowing photograph became a symbol of the Sudan famine and a stark commentary on the world’s response to human suffering.

In 1993, Sudan was gripped by a severe famine, a result of civil war and drought. The famine devastated the country, leading to widespread starvation and death. To bring global attention to the crisis, Carter, alongside other journalists, traveled to Sudan. It was in a small village near Ayod that Carter took the photograph that would become one of the most iconic and controversial images of the 20th century.

The photograph shows a frail, emaciated child collapsed on the ground, too weak to move, with a vulture ominously perched in the background, seemingly waiting for the child to die.

Published by The New York Times on March 26, 1993, the photograph immediately drew international attention. It became a catalyst for a global outcry and increased awareness of the Sudanese famine. However, the photograph also sparked significant controversy and ethical debate within the field of journalism and beyond.

Critics questioned Carter’s role and responsibilities as a photojournalist. Many were outraged that Carter had taken the photograph without helping the child. The photographer later stated that he waited about 20 minutes, hoping the vulture would fly away, and that he eventually chased the bird off. He left the scene after the child resumed her struggle towards a nearby feeding center.

Nevertheless, the moral dilemma persisted in public discourse: Should Carter have intervened rather than capturing the image?

Carter's photograph won the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography in 1994, cementing its place in history. Yet, the acclaim came at a significant personal cost. Haunted by the memories of his experiences in Sudan and the criticism he faced, Carter struggled with depression. On July 27, 1994, just months after receiving the Pulitzer, Carter took his own life.

In his suicide note, Carter wrote about the intense pain he experienced witnessing so much suffering and his inability to reconcile the horrors he documented with his role as an observer.

[wizardshark]

had a chat with @digby-official about a theoretical book about a gameshow-- based on survivor, love island, and sex house-- where the ship loaded up with all the show's supplies and cast and crew gets into a storm and crashes on the island they were going to use. They're cut off from civilization and need to survive on this island that with a proper crew and safety equipment is a fun little romp, but without any of that stuff? These extreme elimination challenges become death traps.

There's a radio transceiver on a wooden platform in the middle of this lake. If we can get to that, we might be able to use it to call for help. Normally you reach the center of the lake after jumping through the American Ninja Warrior challenge and hit the radio and it records your time then someone comes to get you in a boat, but that boat isn't HERE, and we NEED that radio. Now this course is extremely dangerous and any injury you get could be fatal when we don't have a trained medical crew on staff.

The best/worst part? This is a reality show. All of these people were chosen not for their individual survivor skills, but because their personalities will clash and it will create DRAMA. They are barely able to work together under the least stressful of circumstances, and now they're unbelievably stressed and afraid.

The narrative twist is that the first half of the book is in third person, and the second half reveals that the third person was one of the camera men still recording when someone "turns towards me and says you have to have an opinion on this, right?". The camera crew has been rationing batteries and SD cards and a single laptop to record this probably-pulitzer-winning experience; they've even still been doing the reality show interviews. From then on, the story is specifically first person as the camera crew become a second group of characters helping out.

They were supposed to be on the island for 3 months of core photography. Now they're here with no food, half of a dead crew, and no one expecting them back for 3 months. But oh they're not back after 4? Clearly they had to do pickup shots. 5? 6? How long until the ravenous TV industry moves on and they're forgotten?

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

Newsies (1992) Press Kit Photo Cards

RIGHT: Acclaimed choreographer Kenny Ortega makes his feature film directing debut with Walt Disney Pictures' exciting new live-action musical entertainment, "Newsies." LEFT: (Top) Behind the camera, Ortega prepares to shoot a scene from his new film. (Below), Ortega (second from right) rehearses a dance sequence with some of his "newsies." Christian Bale and Bill Pullman star with Ann-Margaret and Robert Duvall. A Walt Disney Pictures presentation in association with Touchwood Pacific Partners I, "Newsies" is directed by Kenny Ortega from a screenplay written by Bob Tzudiker and Noni White, with original songs by Alan Menken and Jack Feldman. The film is produced by Michael Finnell. Buena Vista Pictures distributes.

RIGHT: Christian Bale stars as feisty newspaper boy Jack Kelly who mobilizes his fellow "newsies" to fight the publishing moguls who raise the price of their papers, in Walt Disney Pictures' exciting new live-action musical entertainment, "Newsies." RIGHT: (Top) Making their protest public, the newsies, including Jack (Bale, center) march in the streets to the song "Carrying the Banner." (Below) Jack (Bale, left) discovers romance with Sarah (Ele Keats, right) the one person who encourages him to follow his dreams. Bill Pullman also stars with Ann-Margaret and Robert Duvall. A Walt Disney Pictures presentation in association with Touchwood Pacific Partners I, "Newsies" is directed by Kenny Ortega from a screenplay written by Bob Tzudiker and Noni White, with original songs by Alan Menken and Jack Feldman. The film is produced by Michael Finnell. Buena Vista Pictures distributes.

TOP: Academy Award-nominee Ann-Margaret stars as good-hearted saloon singer Medda Larkson, who adds her voice to the chorus of public disapproval over the way the newspaper giants are treating the newsies who sell the papers in Walt Disney Pictures' exciting new live-action musical entertainment "Newsies." BELOW: Triumphant in their strike against the powerful newspaper publishers, the newsies express their victory in the streets of New York. Christian Bale, Bill Pullman and Robert Duvall also star. A Walt Disney Pictures presentation in association with Touchwood Pacific Partners I, "Newsies" is directed by Kenny Ortega from a screenplay written by Bob Tzudiker and Noni White, with original songs by Alan Menken and Jack Feldman. The film is produced by Michael Finnell. Buena Vista Pictures distributes.

TOP: Things get out of hand when powerful New York publishers raise the price of their papers and try to squeeze more money out of the "newsies" - the boys who deliver the papers, in Walt Disney Pictures' exciting new live-action musical entertainment, "Newsies." BELOW: Robert Duvall (left) stars as Joseph Pulitzer, the owner of The World who sees a way to increase his profits at the expense of the "newsies" including the kids' leader, Jack (Christian Bale, right). Bill Pullman also stars with Ann-Margaret. A Walt Disney Pictures presentation in association with Touchwood Pacific Partners I, "Newsies" is directed by Kenny Ortega from a screenplay written by Bob Tzudiker and Noni White, with original songs by Alan Menken and Jack Feldman. The film is produced by Michael Finnell. Buena Vista Pictures distributes.

TOP: When the powerful New York newspaper publishers raise the cost of their dailies at the expense of the kids who sell the papers, the "newsies" including David Jacobs (David Moscow, center) make the injustice public as they raise their voices in song and declare "The World Will Know," in Walt Disney Pictures' exciting new live-action musical entertainment, "Newsies." BELOW: (Left) David Moscow stars as David Jacobs, an energetic newsie fighting against the injustice of higher newspaper prices. (Right) Jack (Christian Bale, second from left) inspires his fellow newsies, including David Jacobs (David Moscow, third from right) to join the newspaper boys' strike. Bill Pullman also stars with Ann-Margaret and Robert Duvall. A Walt Disney Pictures presentation in association with Touchwood Pacific Partners I, "Newsies" is directed by Kenny Ortega from a screenplay written by Bob Tzudiker and Noni White, with original songs by Alan Menken and Jack Feldman. The film is produced by Michael Finnell. Buena Vista Pictures distributes.

TOP: Surrounded by fellow newsies, Racetrack (Max Castella, center) vows to beat the powerful newspaper publishers at their own game as he sings "King of New York," in Walt Disney Pictures exciting new live-action musical entertainment, "Newsies." BELOW: (Left to right) Dee Caspary, Dominic Maldonado and Joseph Conrad star as three of the dynamic newsies who are forced to fight against the unfair practices of the big city newspaper owners. Christian Bale and Bill Pullman also star with Ann-Margaret and Robert Duvall. A Walt Disney Pictures presentation in association with Touchwood Pacific Partners I, "Newsies" is directed by Kenny Ortega from a screenplay written by Bob Tzudiker and Noni White, with original songs by Alan Menken and Jack Feldman. The film is produced by Michael Finnell. Buena Vista Pictures distributes.

Cards I do not have but that exist:

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[floral-ashes]

The Pulitzer Center’s Fighting Words Poetry Contest invites students to write poems in relation articles they have published. One of the finalists wrote on the article by Simón(e) D. Sun and I, and the poem is truly touching! 🥺🏳️‍⚧️

Link to poem.

[willemsragnarsson]

have no idea how to put this in a more coherent manner but i'm kind of obsessed with how they're doing loumandaniel with daniel as the testament of their companionship, their boy being a center between two sides -- louis as his lifeline, his angel and saviour and armand posed as the devil that tortured him, the gentleman death -- that even the words they give him are echoes of each other & those words turning into essentially a prophecy to daniel's future: shitty marriages, estranged daughters and loneliness at the end of his life as armand told him, and yet he's still the journalist with the point of view that always be able to hold a job, winning two pulitzers, as louis says, & now he's back, chasing a story and being led back to another round between these two's stormy romance.

[the-badger-mole]

Are you serious about hating Aang? I know his writing goes to crap after ATLA, but he's so sweet in the show!

I'm dead serious. The way his character progresses through the post series canon is not a departure from his character in ATLA. Where he ended up by LoK doesn't surprise me at all. To paraphrase Pulitzer Prize winner, Kendrick Lamar, I hate the way that Aang walIks, the way that he talks. I hate the way that he dress. I hate the way that he sneak kiss. Let Katara's fist catch a flight, it's gon be direct.

I hate the way his people pleasing Nice Guy act is rewarded. I hate the way that the entire relationship between him and Katara centers him. He is never ten toes down for her. He's never ten toes down for any of his friends. I hate the way that his not even considering an alternative way to stop Ozai is treated like a virtue. Like he's too pure to notice how the war has affected the world around him, and especially the people he claims are his friends. Aang is one of, if not THEE worst protagonist I've ever encountered. And yes, ultimately it all boils down to the writing. That's literally all he is. If he had better writing, he would be a different character. How would I feel about that version of Aang? I don't know. He doesn't exist.