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Lynsey Addario

Pulitzer Prize-winning Photojournalist

Journalists are targets in a way that we were never before. There are regimes who don’t want freedom of press. They don’t want journalists revealing what’s happening inside their country. They’ve seen that when they kill journalists or when journalists are killed, no one does anything ultimately.

Lynsey Addario was born and raised in Westport, Connecticut, where her parents — both hairdressers — owned and operated a salon.  Lynsey enjoyed a somewhat unconventional upbringing, with her three sisters, her parents, and her parents’ friends, many of them gay or transgender. Her father eventually moved in with another man, and she sometimes speaks of her “three parents — one mom and two dads.”

Left: The Addario family. Right: Young Lynsey Addario. Lynsey Addario was raised in Westport, Connecticut, in 1973, by eccentric and artistic Italian-American hairdressers. She is the youngest of four sisters. (Lynsey Addario)

Her father gave her a used Nikon FG when she was about 12 years old.  She bought a book on photography and taught herself to use the camera.  As she tells it, she was too shy to photograph people, so she took pictures of flowers, cemeteries, and the night sky.  Although she loved taking pictures, she never studied photography formally.  After high school, she went to the University of Wisconsin, where she studied international relations and Italian, spending her junior year in Bologna, Italy.  In the ancient university town, she felt free to shoot on the street and to take pictures of people for the first time.

March 4, 2000: A widow stands and sings during her afternoon chanting session at an ashram in Vrindavan, Uttar Pradesh, India. Lynsey Addario began photographing professionally for the Buenos Aires Herald in 1996. She then freelanced for the Associated Press in New York for several years before moving to New Delhi to cover South Asia. In 2000, she traveled to Afghanistan to document life and oppression under the Taliban. (Photo: Lynsey Addario)

After graduation, she moved to Buenos Aires, Argentina, with the intention of learning Spanish and trying to become a professional news photographer.  She approached a 100-year old English-language newspaper, the Buenos Aires Herald, but having no experience, she was repeatedly rebuffed.  As her Spanish improved and she continued to press the newsroom for an opportunity, she was told they would give her a job if she could find her way onto the film set where the pop star Madonna was shooting the film Evita.  Addario talked her way onto the set and, although the pictures she produced were, in her words, “terrible,” she was given a job at the Herald.

October 2001, Islamabad, Pakistan: A demonstration of about a thousand people against the United States attack on Afghanistan the night before rallied in the capital city of Pakistan. A strong contingent of riot police was present and the demonstration broke up after an hour without incident. (Robert Harbison/The Christian Science Monitor)

After a year with the Herald, she returned to the United States and settled in New York City, where she established herself as a freelance news photographer, working primarily for the Associated Press.  Three years later, her appetite for adventure undiminished, she moved to New Delhi, India, reporting for the Christian Science Monitor, The Boston Globe, and Houston Chronicle.  Her interest in women’s issues prompted a colleague to suggest she visit Afghanistan, where women were suffering under the oppressive rule of the Muslim fundamentalist Taliban regime.  She made her first trip to Afghanistan in 2000, documenting the experience of Afghan women and gaining knowledge of the country, which would soon prove invaluable.

April 11, 2003, Kirkuk, Iraq: Lynsey Addario photographing an Iraqi man as he is denied entry to an American-run hospital, after the boy sustained a bullet injury, and the Iraqi Kurdish police and American soldiers denied help. On Addario’s first trip to Iraq in 2003, she decided to go north to Kurdistan “to work around the edges” because she suspected she lacked the physical stamina to embed with the military invading Baghdad. (Photo: Chang W. Lee)

On September 11, 2001, the terrorist organization Al-Qaeda, based in Afghanistan, launched devastating terror attacks on the United States.  Anticipating direct hostilities between the United States and the regime in Afghanistan, Addario immediately relocated to neighboring Pakistan.  Entering Afghanistan covertly, she recorded the fall of the Taliban regime in the city of Kandahar.  As American and allied forces pressed their advance, Addario learned the survival skills of a war correspondent.

April 2004: Addario on assignment in Fallujah, Iraq, the week after she was kidnapped near Fallujah. “We rounded a corner, and out my window, a man with a Kalashnikov walked like a hunter along the street. My stomach sank, and I knew it was too late. I looked at Jeffrey and pictured an American flag. I took off my abaya and threw it over his head, unsuccessfully trying to disguise him as a woman. By this time, our car had been cut off by a blue minivan, and dozens of armed men swirled around our vehicle, their faces wrapped in patterned red and white kaffiyehs, their black eyes darting back and forth like the men who had robbed me only months earlier — twice — near these roads. Were they the same men? I turned to Jeffrey: ‘We are going to die now.’ It was my only thought.”

In 2003, the United States invaded Iraq to depose the regime of Saddam Hussein, and Addario — seeing the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq as crucial stories of her generation — followed the troops.  Following their initial victory over Saddam Hussein’s army, U.S. forces were drawn into a protracted counterinsurgency campaign. Addario recorded the experience of American G.I.s and the Iraqi population in vivid, unforgettable detail, spending most of the next two years in Iraq.   In 2004, she found herself in mortal danger when she was kidnapped and then released by Sunni insurgents in the village of Garma, near the embattled city of Fallujah.

August 18, 2004: Young Sudanese refugees at Oure Cassoni camp in Bahai, Chad. In March 2003, after decades of tension, fighting erupted in Sudan’s western Darfur region between Sudanese government forces and rebel groups such as the Sudanese Liberation Army and the Justice and Equality Movement. Over the next few months, tens of thousands of Darfuris fled. Government troops and allied militia forces, called the Janjaweed, attacked villages and internally-displaced-persons camps, systematically raped the women and murdered whole communities. To ensure mass destruction, forces burned homes and poisoned water wells. (Photo: Lynsey Addario/Getty Images)

Having earned a formidable reputation as a war photographer, Addario traveled to Africa for the first time to document the refugee crisis in Darfur.  There she first encountered the sight of an endless file of destitute, starving refugees marching across the parched earth in search of shelter, food, and safety.  She would return to Africa many times to report on the continent’s conflict zones, but more and more, wherever she went, she turned her camera on the innocent non-combatants displaced by war.

August 19, 2004: Lynsey Addario photographs SLA rebels in Darfur, Sudan. (Jahi Chikwendiu/The Washington Post)

Addario was living in Istanbul, Turkey in 2006 when she met the newly appointed chief of the Reuters Turkish bureau, Paul de Bendern.  At age 33, Addario had never been able to sustain an intimate relationship amidst the constant travel and disruptions of her working life, but de Bendern, as a fellow traveling journalist, understood the demands of her career and a romance blossomed.

2007: Soldiers with the 173rd Battle Company on a battalion-wide mission in the Korengal Valley in the village of Yaka China. Captain Dan Kearney watches over his troops and controls close air support fire from above the village with a group of his soldiers and the JTACs. The second part of the mission is on the Abascar ridgeline, looking for caves and weapons caches and known Taliban leaders. Lyndsay Addario and journalist Elizabeth Rubin went to the Korengal Valley to embed with the 173rd Airborne to do a story on why, with all the firepower that we had, we weren’t winning the war. Addario and Rubin parachuted into the Korengal Valley, one of the most dangerous places in Afghanistan at the time, and lived on the side of a mountain for two months at the Korengal Outpost. “But when we first asked the press guys with the military to go to that base, they said, ‘It is not a place fit for women. You cannot go.’ And Elizabeth and I said, ‘That’s exactly where we want to go. Now we really want to go.’”

By 2007, Taliban forces had recaptured many areas of Afghanistan. Addario returned and was embedded for two months with the 173rd Airborne in the Korengal Valley.  Jumping from Blackhawk helicopters onto the side of a mountain with the rest of the battalion, she traveled for a week on foot with 70 pounds of equipment.

October 2007: Afghan elders from a “hostile” village in the Korengal Valley listen to American commanders explain why they had to attack their village with heavy air power the night before, while on a week-long mission to look for caves, weapons caches, and known anti-coalition members in the Korengal Valley, Afghanistan. (Lynsey Addario)

At the end of a two-month operation known as Rock Avalanche, the 173rd was ambushed by Taliban forces.  Addario documented the fighting at close range.  The death of many American soldiers that day — in particular, that of a friend, Sgt. Larry Rougle — made an indelible impression on Addario.  Returning from the front lines, she sought opportunities to portray the suffering of women and children in zones of conflict. In 2008, she received a grant from the United Nations Population Fund to document the use of rape as a weapon of war in the Democratic Republic of Congo, formerly known as Zaire.

October 23, 2007: Soldiers with the 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team of the U.S. Army on a battalion-wide mission in the Korengal Valley of eastern Afghanistan. Sgt. John Clinard (left), Jay Liske (right), and soldiers from Battle Company carry the body of Sgt. Larry Rougle, of Utah, towards the medevac helicopter along the Abascar ridge in the mountains of Kunar. Rougle died less than an hour earlier while their unit, a scout team, was standing guard at the furthest tip of a ridge and ambushed by the Taliban. Two other soldiers, Sgt. Kevin Rice and Spc. Carl Vandeberge, were shot and wounded, and then medevaced out for surgery just minutes before. The 173rd’s tour ended in July 2008. Forty-two soldiers from the brigade lost their lives during the deployment. (Lynsey Addario)

The following year would be a momentous one for Addario. Addario shared in the 2009 Pulitzer Prize for International Reporting awarded to The New York Times staff for its coverage of Afghanistan and Pakistan.  That same year she was awarded a MacArthur Fellowship — the so-called “genius grant” — which pays the recipient a stipend of half a million dollars over a period of five years.  In making the grant, the MacArthur Foundation cited her depiction of “the underlying realities of war” in Iraq and Afghanistan and “the lives of women in male-dominated societies.”  That same year, while returning to Islamabad, Pakistan from an Afghan refugee camp, Addario was involved in a serious car accident.  Addario’s collarbone was broken and her driver was killed.  On a more positive note, in 2009, Lynsey Addario and Paul de Bendern married.

April 12, 2008: Rape as a Weapon of War. Kahindo, 20, sits in her home with her two children born out of rape, in North Kivu, in eastern Congo. Kahindo was kidnapped and then held for almost three years in the bush by six Interahamwe, who she claims were Rwandan soldiers. They each raped her repeatedly, and she had one child in the forest. She was pregnant with the second by the time she escaped. An average of 400 women per month were estimated to be sexually assaulted in the autumn of 2007 in eastern Congo. That said, many women never make it to treatment centers and are not accounted for in these statistics. (Photo: Lynsey Addario/Getty Images Reportage)

De Bendern hoped to start a family, although Addario found it difficult to imagine balancing the demands of her career and motherhood.  At the same time, she became increasingly concerned with the challenges faced by mothers in the countries she visited.  Addario decided to use the support from the MacArthur Foundation to conduct a multi-country study of maternal health in the developing world.  Her travels took her to Sierra Leone, a West African nation with one of the highest rates of maternal mortality.  There, she encountered one of the most harrowing stories of her career.

May 20, 2010: Maternal Mortality. Blood continues to leak from Mamma Sessay, 18, shortly after she delivered the second of twins, as her sister, Amenata, helps clean her body at the Magburaka Government Hospital, Freetown, Sierra Leone. Sessay said repeatedly, “I am going to die,” as she lay on the delivery table. Sessay was forced to marry at 14 years old, to a man who was about 50, and had her first child at 15. Sessay delivered the first of the twins the day before at the Moyorgboh Maternal Child Health post near her village, but her contractions ceased for the second child. She then traveled by canoe and ambulance from her village to the Magburaka Government Hospital, where she delivered the second baby with the aid of midwives and hospital nurses. Mamma Sessay had postpartum hemorrhaging and died as she was brought to the one doctor in the hospital. Sierra Leone has one of the highest rates of maternal mortality in the world, with roughly 900 maternal deaths per 100,000 live births; an average of five women die per day in childbirth, and one in eight women in Sierra Leone will face a lifetime risk of death during childbirth. The high rate is due to several causes: an extremely high rate of teenage pregnancy, which leads to complications during delivery; little access to hospitals or medical doctors, coupled with ill-equipped facilities; and a cultural preference for traditional birthing attendants over hospitals. (Lynsey Addario and Getty)

In a government hospital, Addario met Mamma Sessay, an 18-year-old woman who had traveled by canoe and ambulance for over six hours between giving birth to a pair of twins.  When Mamma Sessay hemorrhaged after giving birth to the second child, there was no doctor available to treat her in time.  Addario pleaded with the hospital staff to treat the woman, but in the end, all she could do was record the final moments of Mamma Sessay’s life and accompany her body on the long journey home.  Addario’s essay “Dying to Give Birth: One Woman’s Tale of Maternal Mortality” appeared in TIME magazine in 2010.  The story provoked worldwide outrage and inspired the Merck pharmaceutical company to commit half a billion dollars to a new initiative combating maternal mortality — Merck for Mothers.

March 11, 2011: (L to R) Yuri Kozyrev of TIME magazine, Lynsey Addario and Tyler Hicks of The New York Times, and freelancer Nicki Sobecki stand during a pause in the fighting in Ras Lanuf, Libya. In March 2011, Addario was in Libya covering the civil war when she, along with a local driver and three other journalists on assignment with The New York Times, ventured into the exposed frontline town of Ajdabiya. Captured by Gaddafi’s soldiers, the four journalists were bound, blindfolded, and taken away; their driver died. (Photo by John Moore and Getty Images)

In 2011, Addario traveled to Libya to cover the civil war raging between the regime of Muammar Gaddafi and anti-Gaddafi rebels.  Addario and her colleagues entered the country behind rebel lines and followed the advance of the insurgency from one city to another.  On March 15, Addario and three colleagues from The New York Times encountered a government counter-offensive and were returning to the rebel stronghold of Benghazi when they were overtaken by Gaddafi’s troops and taken prisoner.

Lynsey Addario married Paul de Bendern, a journalist with Reuters, in 2009; October 2011: Addario, 27 weeks pregnant, photographs children near the Israeli border in the Gaza Strip; Addario with her son, Lukas, born in 2011.

Gaddafi had told his troops all foreign journalists were spies and should be killed.  The soldiers moved their bound and blindfolded captives from place to place, threatening them with imminent execution.  The male hostages were repeatedly beaten, and Addario was subjected to humiliating pawing and groping.  After five days, while the outside world waited for news of their fate, the journalists were released into the custody of Turkish diplomats.

January 17, 2013: Syrian women prepare a meal for the funeral of a Free Syrian Army fighter who had been killed across the border in Aleppo while his family members sought refuge in the Lebanese village of Saadnayel, in the Bekaa Valley, Lebanon. The United Nations estimates that the number of Syrian refugees currently in countries bordering Syria has risen to 600,000, with around 200,000 already registered in Lebanon. (Lynsey Addario/Getty)

While in captivity, Addario resolved that if she ever returned safely to her husband, she would try to have a child.  At age 37, to her surprise, she conceived almost immediately.  Concerned that editors would stop offering her assignments if they know of her pregnancy, she hid it as long as possible. While carrying her child, she traveled on assignment to Senegal, Kenya, Somalia, and Gaza.  On one of the last days of the year, she gave birth to a healthy boy, Lukas de Bendern, in a London hospital.

The Displaced: (Left) Lynsey Addario with Chuol’s mother and great-grandmother. “Inside, Mary’s grandmother, Chuol’s great-grandmother, sat fanning the flies away. I introduced myself through our translator and immediately presented them with a tattered copy of The Times Magazine, with Chuol on the cover, that I had brought with me from London; it was an image of him fishing in the swamps near Nyal. The grandmother began to rock back and forth, reaching for the magazine, crying, “My son, my son.” (Right) October 2016: Chuol watching his mother, Mary’s, video message on Lynsey Addario’s laptop in Kakuma Refugee Camp. Seven-year-old Chuol was living with his parents, grandparents, and relatives in a village near the city of Leer in South Sudan when a power struggle between President Salva Kiir and former Vice President Riek Machar triggered a civil war in 2013. When the fighting came to Chuol’s village, women were raped and men murdered. His father and grandfather were burned alive. Chuol fled into the swamp with his mother and grandmother. In the chaos, his mother ran in another direction and was lost. For months, they did not know if she was dead or alive. Chuol and his grandmother were able to get to a camp in Juba, South Sudan’s capital, before traveling to another camp in Kenya to join other relatives. Addario met Chuol in September 2015 when she accompanied a team of journalists to document his story for The New York Times Magazine’s virtual reality film The Displaced. (Photographic Credit: Lynsey Addario for The New York Times)

For three months, she devoted herself to caring for her newborn son, but in the following year, she covered stories in Mississippi, Mauritania, Zimbabwe, Sierra Leone, and India. Her work has now taken her to more than 70 countries. Although she still reports on armed conflicts, such as the civil wars in Syria and South Sudan, she now keeps her distance from the front lines, for the sake of her family.

2017: Awards Council members Rick Atkinson, Pulitzer Prize-winning historian and journalist, and General David H. Petraeus, USA, former Director of the CIA, present the Academy of Achievement’s Golden Plate Award to Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist Lynsey Addario following her presentation at historic Cliveden House in Berkshire.

Her photographic essays — many exploring the lives of refugees and displaced children — appear regularly in TIME, The New York Times and National Geographic.  In 2015, she published a remarkable autobiography, It’s What I Do: A Photographer’s Life of Love and War.  Steven Spielberg is reportedly developing a motion picture based on her autobiography, to star Jennifer Lawrence.  Meanwhile, the real Lynsey Addario’s latest book is simply titled Of Love and War (2018).

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Photojournalist Lynsey Addario has covered every major conflict and humanitarian crisis of our era, including wars in Afghanistan, Iraq, Darfur, Lebanon, Libya, Syria, Somalia, South Sudan, and Congo. Many of her award-winning stories have focused on the experience of women in traditional societies and children driven from their homes by war.

Addario was a member of the New York Times team awarded the 2009 Pulitzer Prize for International Reporting for the photographic essay “Talibanistan.” In making the award, the Pulitzer committee noted the perilous conditions under which the work was performed, but danger has been a part of Addario’s career from the beginning.

She first visited Taliban-controlled Afghanistan over a year before 9/11. In Pakistan she survived a car crash that killed her driver. During the Libyan civil war, she was held prisoner for five days — beaten, groped, and repeatedly threatened with death. She has recounted her life and harrowing experiences in a bestselling memoir, It’s What I Do: A Photographer’s Life of Love and War.

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Your work has taken you into war zones and many dangerous situations. In 2011, you and three New York Times colleagues were taken prisoner in Libya.  Can you tell us how that came about?

Keys to success — Courage

Lynsey Addario: We were in Libya covering the uprising, and the way it worked was the front line — Gaddafi’s troops and his military — were pushing in from the west, and the journalists and the rebels were pushing from the east. And the front line was basically a kilometer-and-a-half — or maybe a mile — in between the two. So all the journalists, including myself, who were covering the rebels entered Libya illegally without visas. That was the only way to get in and cover the rebels. So that was an issue, obviously, because aside from being shot at or mortared, the real danger was running into Gaddafi’s troops because none of us had visas. And Gaddafi, he kept saying repeatedly that all journalists are spies and if you see a journalist, you should kill them. So his military was trained to basically kill journalists.

March 11, 2011: Photographers Lynsey Addario (L), John Moore (2nd-L), and Tyler Hicks (R) run for cover during a pro-Gaddafi airstrike near the town of Ras Lanuf, Libya. The New York Times photographers Lynsey Addario, Tyler Hicks, videographer Stephen Farrell, and Beirut bureau chief Anthony Shadid were reported as missing on March 15, 2011, while covering wartorn Libya near the oil town of Ras Lanuf in the eastern part of the country. (© Getty)

So when we were covering the front line, I was there for about two weeks, and basically covering it as cities fell, and pushing forward with the rebels. On this particular day — it was March 15, 2011 — I was working with Tyler Hicks, Anthony Shadid, and Steve Fellow, and we were in two vehicles. That is a preventative mechanism; in case something goes wrong, we have a backup vehicle. So Anthony and Steve were in one car, and Tyler and I were in another. The front line was pushing in very quickly. We knew the city would fall. As a war correspondent, you learn these signs. Mortar rounds were literally falling onto our position, the position we were with, with the rebels. And civilians were fleeing. It was the first time that we actually saw women and children out of their houses, and they were leaving en masse. And there were leaflets falling warning people to leave.

Keys to success — Courage

So at that point, we were covering the fighting on the front line, and we pulled back into the city, just to sort of regroup. And when we pulled back, Anthony and Steve’s driver stopped the car and dumped all of their stuff on the sidewalk and said, “My brother was just shot. I quit.” So now we are four journalists and Mohammed, our driver, in one small car. So we filled the car with all of our stuff. And the other danger, of course, is that you have four journalists and four people who have very different needs. So everyone sort of wants to do something different, and the front line’s coming closer and closer. At that point, we went back to the hospital and checked civilian casualties and did some reporting there. And more and more people were filing out of the city. I remember I saw a group of French reporters and photographers — Laurent Van der Stockt, who’s a photographer who’s been shot, I don’t know how many times — and he looked at me and said, “It’s time to go. I’m leaving.” And at that point, I said, “Oh, no. If you’re leaving, we’re definitely dead.” Because you never let a French reporter leave before you. That’s just sort of a joke.

Lynsey Addario working alongside Anthony Shahid, the Beirut bureau chief for The Times, and other journalists.

So he leaves, and we all get back in the car, and there was a decision made to go back to the front line. I was very uncomfortable at this point because I felt like it was time to go. But I guess, as the only woman in the car, I also felt like maybe I’m just being scared and maybe my instincts were off. Because, for whatever reason that day, I had a really bad premonition. So we went back to the front line; everyone jumped out of the car. I was trying to shoot, but I was kind of paralyzed by fear. At that point, Mohammed, our driver, got a call saying Gaddafi’s troops had entered the city, and we started hearing sniper fire. So once you hear sniper fire, you know they’re in the city because they’re not that far. So we stayed, continued working, and our driver started saying, “It’s really time to go.” He was sort of screaming. Then finally, we got back in the car after I think he had gotten two phone calls at this point from his brother saying, “Where are you? You have to leave.” His brother was working for the BBC.  So we finally got in the car, and we started to pull back.

As we were heading back toward Benghazi, I saw soldiers on the horizon, and they were wearing uniforms, so it was different from the rebels. And it didn’t make sense because, of course, Gaddafi’s troops were coming from the west, and we were heading east. So I said, “You guys, I think those are Gaddafi’s guys.” And they started laughing, and they were like, “No, there’s no way. They’re behind us.” And suddenly, as we got closer and closer, it was clear that it was Gaddafi’s guys, and they had flanked the desert. So they went all the way around the desert and cut the road in front of us.

So everyone started screaming something different. Tyler was screaming, “Don’t stop!” Anthony and Steve — everyone was just screaming. Mohammed stopped the car at the checkpoint and jumped out and said, “Sahafa! We’re journalists.” At that point, it was complete mayhem. The rebels that we had been covering started opening fire on the checkpoint, and we were literally in a wall of bullets. Mohammed, I never saw him again. He jumped out the left. I was sitting on the left-hand side behind him. Tyler, Anthony, and Steve jumped out the right, and as soon as they got out of the car, one of Gaddafi’s troops was on each of them, sort of pulling at them. And because there were bullets everywhere, I was sitting in the car, and as the only woman — this happened to me in Iraq, too — I sort of always get left. They’re like, “Do we kidnap her? Do we leave her? What is she? Who is she?” So they sort of just left me.

So I’m sitting in the car, thinking I have to get out of the car because it’s not armored. I knew that the bullets were coming from behind me. So I made a decision to crawl across the back seat and jump out the same side as my colleagues. When I got out, one of Gaddafi’s guys was on me, pulling at my cameras. I was instinctively just pulling back, sort of fighting with him in the middle of the crossfire. Then finally, I said, “Okay, I have to. Obviously, this is ridiculous.” So I let go of my cameras. I let go of one camera. And the other camera, I still had because I remember I was trying to pull the disks out as I was making a run for it. I remember I pulled them out, and I don’t remember if I ever was able to put them — I usually put them in my bra. But I remember pulling them out as I was running. Anthony tripped and fell in front of me. I remember looking at him, and he was screaming for his life. And I thought, “Okay, this is as bad as I think it is. I’m not just overreacting.”

2005: Addario covers Iranian presidential election at Husseiniyeh Ershad polling center in Tehran. (© Balazs Gardi)

So we all made it behind the cement building. And when we got behind the cement building, the adrenaline was going. All of Gaddafi’s guys were sort of surging with adrenaline and very angry and brutal. They all starting asking for our passports. So we handed over our passports. Now, I had two passports on me because I always have two passports as a journalist. But for whatever reason, I think that day — because, in a war zone, we travel with everything in case you can’t get back to a city — I had both passports. So I had one in my underwear and one in my waist pack. So when they asked for my passport, I handed one over.

Keys to success — Courage

They told us to lie face down on the dirt. And each one of us had a barrel of a gun put to our heads. I think they were AKs because they were long barrels. We were sort of looking up. I remember looking over and we were all begging for our lives. They were about to execute us. They had taken my shoes off — I had Nike sneakers on — and tied my ankles together and my wrists behind my back. At that point, the commander came over and said in Arabic, which Anthony later translated, “You can’t shoot them. They’re American.” So they didn’t shoot us, and instead, they continued tying us up, and they emptied all of our pockets and found my disks. Never found my — I had $8,000 in cash and an extra passport in my underwear that I had for six days. They never found it.  So then they placed me and Steve in one vehicle and Anthony and Tyler in another, in the middle of the front line, and kept us there tied up for like four or five hours and basically just laughed at us while bullets and bombs and everything landed on us and we couldn’t do anything. We were just sitting there, basically waiting to die.

What were you thinking? What thoughts went through your mind?

Lynsey Addario: What am I doing here? Why do I care about Libya? I can’t believe I’m going to die in a place like Ajdabiya! What’s my grandmother going to think when she finds out that I died in Libya? Will I see my cameras? What were my last frames? I hope they were good. Will they make it? You know, it’s not a linear — What will my husband think? My parents? And then it’s this guilt. You know that you’re putting the family through extraordinary trauma if you even live. And if you don’t live, it’s the same. Then one of Gaddafi’s troops came over. Actually, before Steve got in the car with me, one of Gaddafi’s guys came over and sat down next to me. I thought he was going to bring me water because often in the Middle East when they see a woman, they bring you water. And he just clocked me square in the face! I remember seeing stars and thinking, “Oh, it’s like the cartoons.” Because it’s the first time, of course, that I’ve been punched in the face. Because as a woman, I’ve never been punched. And I thought, “Okay, now I know where the cartoons come from.”

Steve got put next to me, and then another troop came over — another soldier came over — and he was talking to his wife in Arabic. I understand a fair amount of Arabic. So he had his wife on the phone, and he put the phone to my ear while I’m tied up and just sitting there. And he said — and his wife said — I think she said, like, “You’re bad!” And I said, “No, I’m a journalist.” And she’s like, “You’re bad!” She kept saying, like, “You’re bad!” And I was like, “No. Sahafa! New York Times. Journalist.” And she was just like — and then he started laughing and took the phone away like, “See? I proved my point. We have prisoners.” Then they moved us from the front line and threw us in the back of tanks, and that’s where groping really started. We were in the back like sardines in a tank, and I had a guy behind me spooning me. We were all kind of lined up like this, and the guy behind me was very aggressively touching me. Anthony, Steve, and Tyler were all getting beaten. Steve was having a gun sort of shoved between his legs. We were all too scared to talk, so we just said — Steve had a sort of tactic where he said, “Is everyone here?” And we all just said “yes” to make sure that we were still together because we were blindfolded.

2016: It’s What I Do: A Photographer’s Life of Love and War by Lynsey Addario is a memoir of how the relentless pursuit of truth, in virtually every major theater of war in the twenty-first century, has shaped her life. What she does, with clarity, beauty, and candor, is to document, often in their most extreme moments, the complex lives of others. It’s her work, but it’s much more than that: it’s her singular calling. Watching uprisings unfold and people fight to the death for their freedom, Addario understands she is documenting not only news but also the fate of societies. It’s What I Do is more than just a snapshot of life on the front lines; it is witness to the human cost of war.

Then we were put in prison in Sirte. We were tied to the sides of the military aircraft and flown to Tripoli and beaten. We were beaten on the tarmac. I think I was groped by pretty much every man in Libya. By the time we got to this VIP prison in Tripoli, we still didn’t know where we were, but we assumed as much. The foreign ministry took us over, and there was a guy who spoke perfect English who sort of said, “Okay, now you’re with the government of Libya, and we won’t hurt you anymore.” Whatever. But of course, we were put in, like, an apartment with bars on the windows. They said, “If you look out the window, we’ll kill you.” And they brought us food and water. But on the fifth day, the no-fly zone was obviously implemented because we started hearing French jets. At that point, we thought, “Okay, they’re definitely going to kill us now because there’s no reason not to kill us.” So it was sort of the uncertainty. You’re not told anything.

Anthony, very wisely, took a remote control and turned the TV on, and he found CNN. And the four of us — our pictures were on the screen. It said something like, “The Libyan government cannot ascertain the whereabouts of these four journalists,” or something to that effect. I looked at the screen, and I started to cry. I just burst into tears because I realized they were denying that they had us, so of course, everyone thought we were dead. So I said — I started crying, and I said — “Don’t you have families? Just let us call our families. You can keep us as long as you want, but at least let us make a phone call.” And they were like, “Madam, stop crying. Madam, please stop crying. It’s okay. We can’t let you make a phone call.” And I was like, “We have families!”  So then they put us in the other section of the apartment and in rooms. When we came back, like an hour later, there was just a wire dangling where the TV was. So of course, they cut us off. But then, that night, we were woken up at like two in the morning, and they said, “Okay, you each get one phone call.” I couldn’t remember my husband’s phone number. Of course, my mother never can find her phone in her purse, and my dad doesn’t answer the phone. So I thought, “Who am I going to call?” So I was nominated to call The New York Times.

March 1, 2008: Chadian rebels hang out at their base camp along the Chad Sudan border in West Darfur, Sudan. The Chadian rebels are among those who tried to overthrow the Chadian government in February and are given logistical support from the Sudanese government, including food, fuel, and shelter. They claim they are building up weapons and manpower and planning a new assault on Chadian President Idriss Deby. (Credit: Lynsey Addario)

You couldn’t remember your husband’s phone number?

Lynsey Addario: No. Everything was on my phone, and everything had been stolen from us. We lost everything.

What did you say when you got The New York Times on the line?

Lynsey Addario: It was Susan Chira, and I know Susan, and she was like, “Lynsey!” And I was like, “Susan!” And there was a guy — I mean I was tied up and blindfolded, and they made the call and put the phone to my ear. And there was a guy literally, like, breathing on me to say, “Don’t you dare say anything.” And I said, “Susan, first of all, can you tell my husband I love him. I forgot his phone number.” And I said, “We’re fine.” And she was like — I think that’s basically — apparently, they had gotten a warning that we would call. And I just said like, “We’re okay. We’re alive.” Yeah, that’s it. I didn’t want to say — I was scared to say anything. I mean the thing about being captured is that you’re terrified to say anything or do anything. So there was a lot of psychological trauma that went into it, a lot of psychological torture. They threatened us with execution over and over. And the second — they would do things like start to be very nice to us and then beat us again. Or do something like, “Tonight you will die,” but say it while they’re sort of touching my face in a very tender way. So really twisted sort of ways of manipulating your mind so you’re just terrified all the time.

July 4, 2008: Pakistani Taliban commander Namdar Afridi, 40, gives an interview while surrounded by his security detail at his compound in Bar Kambar Khel, in the Pakistani tribal area near the border of Afghanistan. Namdar Afridi is the head of the “Suppression of Vice and Promotion of Virtue” group, which commands nearly 20 percent of the tribal area. Since the start of the American-led war in Afghanistan in October 2001, the Taliban has gradually infiltrated the areas surrounding Peshawar, making the tribal areas inaccessible and Peshawar tenser. In 2009, Lynsey Addario was awarded a prestigious MacArthur Fellowship and was part of the New York Times team to win the 2009 Pulitzer Prize for International Reporting for her photographs in “Talibanistan.” (Credit: Lynsey Addario)

How many days were you gone?

Lynsey Addario: That was about a week, so it was six days.

Has that experience affected your work?

Lynsey Addario: Yeah. I read a lot of stories about people’s kidnapping and torture, and in my opinion, we got off very easy. It was fine. We were very lucky to be alive. Mohammed, our driver, was killed. So it affects my work in the sense that now I’ve been kidnapped twice. So now when I’m working in a place like Iraq — even if it’s northern Iraq and someone who hasn’t survived those two things would just drive on these roads and say, like, “Oh, this is great” — but of course, for me, all I see is ISIS around every corner. Or I envision the road filling up with insurgents because I’ve seen that, and I’ve been in that situation. So it affects my work in that sense, that I’m more paranoid than I ever was, certainly than I was in my 20s.

You also survived a bad car accident. Do you ever feel like you’ve used up a lot of your nine lives?

Lynsey Addario:  I think I’ve used like 25 of them. I’ve definitely used up my nine lives.

Once pregnant, Addario carried on with her regular assignments, and went to Senegal and Saudi Arabia, then did a major assignment in Somalia, and then Gaza. “I had lived my life in defiance of fear, but now that I had this tiny being to care for, I thought about mortality differently: I worried constantly that something might happen to him, something I had never felt for myself. When I thought about his future, I hoped he would lead a life as full of opportunity and happiness and experiences as mine had been. My dreams for my child were the same ones that I knew compelled so many women around the world to fight for their families against the most unimaginable odds.”

How did it change your work to have a baby?

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Lynsey Addario: Look, I think by the time I decided to have a baby, I had been kidnapped twice, was in a car accident, two of my drivers were killed, my two friends were killed in Libya — Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros — Joao Silva had lost his legs. A lot happened in very quick succession. I think I naturally felt like I needed to pull back, and maybe that’s one of the reasons why I decided to get pregnant then because I was 37, and I had Lukas at 38. So I have not been covering combat recently. I haven’t covered combat in a few years. I’ve been in South Sudan. I’ve been under fire. But I’m not like — it’s a very different time, also, in history. A lot of the reasons why I was going into those war zones was because American troops were there and on the front line, and I felt like it was very important for the American audience to see what was happening. So for me, in my head, there were very specific reasons why I was going to certain places. I’m not just a war junkie. I don’t just go wherever there’s combat. Now I feel like I was very torn about not being in Mosul, but I didn’t go because I felt like it was extremely dangerous, and I just couldn’t do that to my family.