Marcel Winatschek

Thank God for Everyone Who Pressed Record

Somewhere between the brunch videos and the self-filmed gym content, camera phones opened up something no news organization could have planned for: the ability to document what’s actually happening, from wherever it’s actually happening, without waiting for a crew to arrive or an editor to approve the angle.

Footage from crisis zones, uprisings, disasters—the images that reach us from places major networks either can’t access or won’t prioritize—comes from people who happened to be there with a phone and the presence of mind to press record. No credential, no assignment, no bureau. Just a person in the moment doing the one useful thing available to them. Some of that footage is heartbreaking. Some of it has changed what’s politically possible in specific situations. All of it exists because someone resisted the instinct to just watch.

The same technology that produces an ocean of nothing also produces the most important eyewitness documentation in the world. Both of those things are true at once, and I think that’s fine. The noise is the price. I’ll take it.