Eighty years ago this winter, a freezing Finnish farm boy took aim at the unstoppable Red Army — and became the greatest sharpshooter the world has ever seen.
In 1985, a 16-year-old dropout showed up to school with a shotgun. Everyone said it was just a fluke.
After we were both shaken by the killing of Philando Castile, I promised my father I'd learn to shoot.
How did we, as a nation, get to the point where calling 911 on a black kid brandishing a weapon can feel more dangerous than doing nothing?
Covering the school shooting was the most important work I’ve done as a journalist. My photos are the furthest thing from fake news.