African-American photojournalist Ernest Withers was a brilliant, complicated man. You may not know his name, but if you are over 40, read history or both you’ve seen his iconic images.
But he was complicated - hard to pigeonhole. And Americans, especially now, want very simplistic answers for complex problems. You know, “ A good, B bad” simplicity.
Withers was hard to simplify. He was black and proud of his race. But he was also a patriot - a WWII veteran, son of a WWI vet, grandson a former slave who fought for the Union in the Civil War. That made him a proud American, proud black man, proud father all at the same time - not stereotypic for his time or now.
So, finding that his work hangs in some of America’s most important museums, that he photographed the most critical members and most historic moments of the Civil Rights movement AND he worked at the same time as an FBI informant is a bit hard to square.
This well-written and researched book offers explanations, and shines light on the man and his time. Being a “snitch” is damning in the black community by I didn’t have to walk in his shoes. His photography caught history of the times and cannot be impugned. This is a good read.