0:00 A woman sits in a lean-to tent with the cold rain beating down outside, two small children burying their heads against her shoulders, and she looks away, carrying the weight of the entire world on her brow.0:15 Mm-hmm.0:15 I tell you what, Maeve, folks think a camera captures the truth, but sometimes it just captures a fraction of a second.0:24 In our last look behind the shutter, we uncovered how the unnamed sailor and dental assistant in Alfred Eisenstaedt's V-J Day Kiss didn't even know each other's names when the film rolled.0:38 True enough, Earl, true enough.0:41 God rest them both.0:42 And today, we're looking at a picture just as famous, but steeped in an awful, quiet sorrow.0:49 Dorothea Lange's nineteen thirty-six portrait, the one the world calls "Migrant Mother." Pull your chair in closer to the fire, now, because the real living woman in that frame had a story the lens completely left behind.1:06 Now, you stay with me here.1:08 March of nineteen thirty-six, Nipomo, California.1:11 Dorothea Lange was driving home after a month on the road working for the Resettlement Administration.1:19 She had her Graflex camera in the backseat, sixty miles an hour, cold drizzle hitting the windshield.1:26 And she passed a crude sign pointing toward a pea-pickers' camp.1:31 She drove past it for four miles first, didn't she?1:35 Arguing with herself the whole way, until something in her spirit made her turn the motorcar around in the mud.1:43 Swear on my tackle box, that is the honest truth.1:47 She followed that wet dirt road right into a camp of twenty-five hundred starving migrant workers.1:54 The pea crop had frozen solid on the vine.1:57 There was no work, no pay, and no way out.2:01 Whisht now.2:01 And that is when she saw her.2:04 Sitting under a piece of canvas tied to a pole, grease from a skillet nearby, nursing a baby.2:11 Dorothea made six exposures in ten minutes, creeping closer and closer with every shot.2:17 That woman was thirty-two-year-old Florence Owens Thompson.2:21 A Cherokee woman born in Indian Territory, widowed young, raising seven children out out of a broke-down nineteen twenty-seven Hudson.2:32 Her car's timing chain had snapped right there by the roadside.2:36 Think of that.2:37 Thirty-two years old, and her face carved deep with worry.2:42 The photograph shows a mother with nowhere left to turn, looking out across the ditch.2:48 But you know, Earl, Dorothea didn't even ask her name.2:52 That's the hard part of it.2:54 Dorothea wrote down in her field notes that the family had sold their tent and the tires off their car to buy food, surviving on frozen vegetables and wild birds the children killed.3:08 But years later, Florence's sons said that wasn't true at all.3:12 The tires were still on that Hudson.3:15 Their daddy and brothers had just walked into town to get the chain fixed.3:21 It's a curious thing, isn't it?3:23 A photographer wants so badly to show a universal grief that they smooth away the stubborn, particular truth of the person right in front of them.3:34 Well, Lange was an artist with a purpose, Maeve.3:37 She sent those prints straight to the San Francisco News, and within days, the federal government rushed twenty thousand pounds of food rations down to Nipomo to keep those pickers alive.3:51 It saved lives, there is no denying that.3:54 The picture moved the hearts of an entire nation.3:58 But here is the sting, pet: the food arrived after Florence and her children had already packed their patched-up car and moved on down the road.4:09 They never got a single bite of it.4:12 Not one bean.4:12 Dorothea Lange became celebrated across the globe.4:16 That negative went to the Library of Congress, printed on postage stamps, hung in fine galleries.4:23 And Florence?4:24 Florence spent the next forty years working double shifts in fields and cookhouses, picking cotton until her fingers bled, just to keep a roof over her babies.4:36 She never made a single red cent from the most famous photograph on earth.4:42 Not a nickel.4:43 She didn't even know her face was famous until the late nineteen seventies, when she spotted it inside a magazine.4:51 Florence said she felt like she'd been used, like she was trapped in that lean-to for the rest of time, never allowed to be anything more than the face of misery.5:04 That's the heavy cost of a snapshot.5:06 A photographer captures one bitter breath, and the world decides that is your whole life from cradle to grave.5:14 But Florence outlived the dust, and she raised every one of those children on her own two feet.5:22 Well.5:22 That is about the size of it.5:24 When she took sick in nineteen eighty-three, her children put out an appeal, and thousands of ordinary folks sent in thirty-five thousand dollars to help pay her medical bills.5:37 Not for a symbol, but for Florence.5:40 God rest her soul.5:41 The fire is burning down to embers now, pet.5:44 Time to bank the hearth and let the ghosts rest easy till tomorrow.
