George W. Bush visited the devastation that once was New Orleans, accompanied by Condoleeza Rice, Donald Rumsfeld, an army of aides and security personnel, plus representatives of the Press. It was necessary to reinstate confidence, after appointing a KKK Grand Wizard as head of clean-up operations, and the nation wondering why nothing was happening to help this hurricane ravaged area of the Deep South.
As he stood, surveying the ruins of this historic city, giving an impromptu press conference to CNN and British SKY News, the ground below his feet gave way, and he plunged into the swirling waters. The current started to pull him away from his entourage before anyone could do a thing to save him, and they watch helpless as he was drawn downstream, to a certain death.
A couple of hundred yards along stood a lone photographer Winston BoJolly. He was not part of the official team, but with a long lens, hoped to get some shots of the President. In horror he witnessed this unfolding tragedy, and as George W., struggling for life, approached his vantage point, the cameraman realised he had the opportunity of a lifetime, and a serious dilemma. Does he take the photograph of the century, probably the final shot of the President before he is pulled under the raging water. A picture that would make him, without a doubt, the most famous photographer in the world, and earn him a fortune.
Or, should he drop his camera equipment, reach into the torrent, and save the President of the United States, the most powerful man in the free world, and in doing so, earn the gratitude of the nation.
What a choice to have to make. He stood there, thinking, “What shall I do? What shall I do? Do I use colour or black and white?