NPPA executive director Akili Ramsess and her son Taraja Ramsess. Courtesy Akili Ramsess.
So many of our ASMP and NANPA members are members of, or familiar with, our colleagues at the National Press Photographers Association. Last week, their Executive Director Akili Ramsess suffered a tragic and heartbreaking loss as a vehicle collision took the lives of her son Taraja Ramsess, 41, her granddaughter Sundari Ramsess, 13, her grandson Kisasi Ramsess, 10, and her 8-week-old granddaughter, Fujibo Ramsess in Atlanta, GA.
Please join ASMP and NANPA in offering our support and caring to Akili, her family, and the entire extended NPPA community as they go through this time. A Go Fund Me has been set up for the family, which you can view HERE. We encourage you to join ASMP and NANPA in donating.
Akili and NPPA have been some of our closest colleagues as they represent visual journalists across the globe, and we at ASMP and NANPA cannot fully express how sorry we are to hear of this devastating news. For more information, please view this news post at NPPA.
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