Tales from the epicenter, with photographer David Carson:
(S)omeone from one of the crowds saw him. Saw him with a camera. Saw him shooting photos. Of them.
And Carson heard it: “He’s taking pictures,” one said. “Get him. Kick his ass.”
Worse, he saw the reaction from the crowd. They clamored, he said.
Carson was in military-grade body armor and a helmet, carried two cameras, multiple lenses, a gas mask and a backpack full of gear. He estimated police officers were gathered a quarter-mile away.
“I just started running,” he said.
The crowd was quicker. A blow hit him on the side of his head. It didn’t hurt, he said — but it knocked him off balance. The ground rose up. He hit.