In the late morning of April 18th, as police amassed outside the gates of Columbia University and chants of Free Palestine! rang across the campus, I ran into Nina Berman, a colleague at the Journalism School, where she teaches photojournalism and I serve as dean. Nina was walking toward the east lawn, where a sign declared the area a Gaza Solidarity Encampment. She has, for four decades, specialized in documenting precisely these types of events-labor strikes, Black Lives Matter protests, reproductive-rights rallies though usually at a slightly greater remove from her place of employment.
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