A lot of people, including friends and family, have asked about my motivation to do this project, and to post it publicly. It’s kind of a long answer.
I am 70 years old, and have had a life-long love for photography. I love great photography, I love to make photographs. I am particularly drawn toward the great documentary and humanistic photographers of the Twentieth Century, and the rise of photojournalism. It started when I was 13-years old looking at Life and National Geographic magazines, Steichen’s Family of Man, and other publications. I am very familiar with the great photographers of that era, and this influence probably comes through in my own pictures.
So, whenever I see an article, documentary, video, blog post, YouTube, Instagram or facebook post, announcement, email, etc., about one of these photographers or that theme, I immediately investigate it. I enjoyed Ben Stiller’s, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, and the more recent movies, Minimata (about W. Eugene Smith) and Lee (about Lee Miller).
A little over a year ago, early 2024, I saw a PetaPixel post about A.D. Coleman’s explanation of Robert Capa’s D-Day pictures, and the story of their survival. Naturally, I took the click bait, and read the article, which immediately took me to Coleman’s website and blog. I devoured it like I would devour a season of Game of Thrones. And I was just as blown away.
The revelations, the new information, the clever investigations – all captivated me. I preordered Charles Herrick’s book and devoured it immediately when I received it. This was even more detailed and thorough and clever. He used an artillery mathematical formula to prove the exact time that Capa arrived at Easy Red. Phenomenal!
While I found the entire story so deeply fascinating, it also deeply troubled me. One aspect of the work that really did not sit right was the rhetoric they used when referring to Capa and Morris. One friend who is prominent in the photojournalism world observed that it was as if Coleman and Herrick had a vendetta against Capa and Morris. I’ve given examples elsewhere in this blog.
That was disturbing, but not enough for me to do experiments, learn how to create a blog and everything else that went into this project.
I was incredulous when I saw a flaw in their work that was painfully obvious. They asked Tristan da Cunha, who planned a trip to Normandy, to determine if he could observe and take a discernable picture from the beach of a figure standing on the bluff 100 feet above where Capa apocryphally stood, according to them. The reason for this involves a statement by filmmaker Sam Fuller, who was on Omaha Beach that morning, that Capa did just that. Coleman called this a “factoid,” which he attributed to Normal Mailer, meaning a whole cloth lie used to manipulate the public.
Mr. da Cunha did the experiment with his Olympus OM-1 film camera with 135mm lens with a “combination of enthusiasm, methodological rigor, attention to detail and good humor.” Da Cunha concluded that, the picture could be made, but details would be indistinct and the picture probably would not be publishable. His own images with high resolution digital camera and zoom lens at 135mm show only a tiny figure. The pictures taken with film were much less distinct.
These results greatly pleased the Clan, with Coleman gleefully concluding it was an “exemplary contribution to the forensic analysis of photographic issues.”
The only problem with this experiment is that da Cunha used a modern single lens reflex camera, so he looked through the 135mm lens. His view was magnified.
Capa used a rangefinder, which means that his view was through the separate, optical viewfinder of the camera, not through the lens. The optical viewfinder has a field-of-view wider than a normal lens, more like a 35mm wide angle lens, regardless of which lens was attached to the camera. Less detail. Even with no lens, he would have the same view. There is no way that he could have seen a magnified view of anything or anyone.
So, this was an apples and oranges experiment that proved absolutely nothing. Not to disparage da Cunha – his work is detailed – it just lacks “methodological rigor.”
Their pride in this falacious experiment was so great that I wondered if some of their other arguments also were lacking. So, I decided to decipher Herrick’s proof that Capa arrived on Omaha Beach at 0820. I posted my analysis of his rationale in blog post 11, Depth Charge. If you haven’t read it, I believe it debunks just about everything Herrick had to say on this matter. At the least, it renders his “conclusive” evidence, very weak.
It doesn’t make me proud to say that. I was appalled, frankly. But when I realized that many of their arguments were specious, and that I had originally fallen for them, I decided to analyze every claim they made. And I found more evidence of incomplete, poor thinking.
I might not have written this blog, however, were it not for a personal quirk of mine. Everyone has their buttons, and my biggest button, that lives right square in the middle of my chest, is when a bully picks on the little guy. In this case, it was a clan of bullies picking on a dead man and a 97-year old soon-to-be-dead man.
Criticism is fine. Criticism is good. I welcome criticism. In medicine, when we get together in committee meetings, we are ruthless with each other. It’s an essential element to providing quality of care because it leads to the truth. I wasn’t upset that the Clan were criticizing Capa and Morris, dissecting their story, revealing the flaws. Those are important historically. It was the ugly, disparaging way in which they went about it. Rude, name-calling, condescending, insulting. These are not just my words. I’ve met many people who feel the same way. It seemed unprofessional and pointless.
That is what fueled my passion. I started to see their theory creeping into other outlets. Tatiana Hopper, in her excellent YouTube channel, mentioned Coleman and others who challenged the orthodoxy. Others started to temper their opinions of Capa and Morris with caveats that their story might be fictitious.
Even John Morris himself began to back off of some of his claims. Coleman and I exchanged emails about this. He maintains that his work finally caught John Morris with his pants down and made him begin to admit that he had been lying for seven decades. I see it differently. As I wrote to Coleman, “I believe that was because of relentless pursuit by you. Any centenarian would question his own mind under that kind of pressure: ethics complaints, accusations of fraud, blog posts questioning his honesty. That’s some pretty heavy stuff you threw at him. Pity.” These were distant events. Even at 70, I find myself mis-recalling early events in my life that I have recounted many times.
So, that’s the thing in a nutshell. If the Clan had been more civil in their public writings and presentations, I would not have started this project because I would not have been so irritated as to look deeper. Most people I have approached with this project agree. That includes Pulitzer Prize recipients, National Geographic staff photographers, museum and gallery curators, working photojournalists and professional historians.
Thank you for your continued interest.