Eyes Open in the Dark

The machine doesn't care what jersey you wear.

I was 17 when Barack Obama was elected. My plane landed in Cairo that same night. The world was shifting beneath our feet, and I had a front-row seat with a camera in my hand. I just didn’t know what I was looking at yet.

I’d finished school early. My real education was about to begin. By eighteen I had an official press pass and a swanky apartment in th…