BOSTON — I didn’t know Jim Foley.
We weren’t colleagues in the field and there are no stark photos of the two of us all dusty from covering a war. In fact, I have never covered a war.
But several weeks ago when a video was released showing his captors beheading him, I felt, like many other young journalists, that it was a personal loss.
I know I wasn’t alone. He somehow belonged to all of us who want to do the kind of journalism he did. And to all of us who want to dare to think about taking some risks and diving into difficult stories, shining light on injustice and violence. It feels that the collective trauma from his killing has echoed beyond the journalism community.