First posted in December, 2009, and updated to reflect recent news events.
It's an iconic photograph, this Italian street scene by Ruth Orkin, taken in 1951 when the artist was 30 and returning from her first professional assignment (a shoot in Israel for Life). Stopping off in Italy, she crossed paths with a kindred spirit, an American painter named Jinx Allen, and they spent a couple of hours in Florence, one August afternoon, with Jinx striking assorted poses and Ruth taking pictures. A gaggle of vitelloni had gathered on a corner of the Piazza della Repubblica, and Ruth dispatched Jinx to walk the wolfpack gauntlet. The figure of the lone American female, her shawl held closely, her head held high, striding with New World confidence past the leering lads and lecherous old men, appeared in a Cosmopolitan feature, "Don't Be Afraid to Travel Alone," that gave young women across America the courage to set out on their own adventures in postwar Europe.
One of those gypsies wasn't born until 1987 and was only 20 when she got to Italy. From what we've learned, she would have walked along the cobbled streets (in Perugia, rather than Florence) with that same pert, flirtatious confidence, and (from what we assume of male psychology and Italian culture) been met with the same lascivious interest. Being a university town, Perugia was teeming with girls like that, named Amanda or Meredith or Heather or Haley. Some would be more demure, some more outgoing, just as some of the boys would be shy and some more forward, with an outcome we've come to expect on the opera stage (mayhem and murder) but that shocks us when it's tabloid TV.
The mores of the Fifties were different, of course; it would take another generation before free love and pharmaceuticals made their way to the hill towns of Umbria, but we can already see in this picture the vast cultural gulf between America and Italy, between American girls and Italian men. Amanda Knox, who stumbled and fell into that chasm some two years ago, proclaims her innocence, but her voice (amplified by public relations professionals) is heard only on the Seattle side of the canyon. In Perugia, above the buzz of the Vespas, they hear the evidence and the verdict of guilty. (You would think that the last half-century of civilization had blown away, civility vanished.) Yet look again at the photograph: these are actors in a tableau, the men elegantly costumed, the woman's eyes modestly downcast as she plays the starring role in a passion play, not the bubbly comedy Roman Holiday but the Greek tragedy Phaedra.
Phaedra for Meredith Kircher's family, at any rate. For Amanda Knox, the holiday in Umbria is over.
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