Ronald Haeberle
Cet article est une ébauche concernant un photographe américain.
Ronald L. Haeberle est un ancien photographe de combat de l'armée des États-Unis, né en 1941 à Cleveland. Il est connu pour les photographies du massacre de Mỹ Lai qu'il a prises le 16 mars 1968.
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Ses photos constituent des preuves évidentes des massacres perpétrés par l’armées états-unienne au Vietnam, ce qui a rendu leur démenti impossible et permis leur diffusion dans le monde entier. Le 21 novembre 1969, le lendemain de la publication de ces photographies dans le journal de la ville de naissance de Haeberle, The Cleveland Plain Dealer, Melvin Laird, Secrétaire à La Défense en débattit avec Henry Kissinger qui était à l’époque Conseiler National pour la sécurité du Président Richard Nixon. Laird fut enregistré disant qu’il aurait préféré « mettre ça sous le tapis » mais que les photographies l’en empêchaient[1].
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Une des photos du massacre de My Lai prises par Haeberle : "La plupart étaient des femmes et des enfants. On aurait dit qu'ils essayaient de s'enfuir."
Haeberle photographie un corps jeté dans un puits.
Enfant mort à My Lai.
La photo du massacre de My Lai prise par Haeberle , visible au War Remnants Museum de Hanoi
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- ↑ « An Inspired Lobbyist / 255 and throughout the State there was the liveliest buzzing and humming and clicking of political wheels and cranks and cogs that had ever been known in those hitherto pastoral localities. The case of Fastburg against Slowburg was put in a hundred ways and proved as sure as it was put. It really seemed to the eager burghers as if they already heard the clink of hammers on a new State-House and beheld a perpetual legislature sitting on their fences and curbstones until the edifice should be finished. The great wire-puller and his gang of stipendiaries were the objects of popular gratitude and adoration. The landlord of the hotel which Mr. Pullwool patronized actually would not take pay for that gentleman’s board. “No, sir!” declared this simple Boniface, turning crimson with en thusiasm. “You are going to put thousands of dollars into my purse, and I’ll take nothing out of yours. And any little thing in the way of cigars and whiskey that you want, sir, why, call for it. It’s my treat, sir.” “Thank you, sir,” kindly smiled the great man. “That’s what I call the square thing. Mr. Boniface, you are a gentleman and a scholar; and I’ll mention your admirable house to my friends. By the way, I shall have to leave you for a few days.” “Going to leave us!” exclaimed Mr. Boniface, aghast. “I hope not till this job is put through.” “I must run about a bit,” muttered Pullwool, confidentially. “A little turn through the State, you understand, to stir up the country dis tricts. Some of the members ain’t as hot as they should be, and I want to set their constituents after them. Nothing like getting on a few deputations.” “ O, exactly!” chuckled Mr. Boniface, ramming his hands into his pockets and cheerfully jingling a bunch of keys and a penknife, for lack of silver. It was strange indeed that he should actually see the Devil in Mr. Pullwool’s eye and should not have a suspicion that he was in danger of being humbugged by him. “And your rooms?” he suggested. “How about them?” “I keep them,” replied the lobbyist, grandly, as if blaspheming the expense—to Boniface. “ Our friends must have a little hole to meet in. And while you are about it, Mr. Boniface, see that they get something to drink and smoke; and we’ll settle it between us.” “ Pre-cisely!” laughed the landlord, as much as to say, “My treat!” And so Mr. Pullwool, that Pericles and Lorenzo de’ Medici rolled in », dans Routledge Revivals: The Literary Humour of the Urban Northeast 1830-1890 (1983), Routledge, , 271–274 p. (ISBN 978-1-351-18156-3, lire en ligne)