Hi there, the name's Kez. I'm a 20-something year old Welsh girl with far too much time on her hands and far too much love for programmes that were actually created for kids.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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I’m suppose to care that a white man felt guilty over a picture he took of of a child and animal waiting to pick at its body killed himself?
yeah
sorry
no
wtf
yeah, i’m not feeling too bad for dude.
Today, I saw a turtle in the middle of the road. I almost didn’t realize it was turtle until it was nearly too late. Luckily, I was able to avoid crushing the poor thing.
I pulled into my drive way, walked down the street in the rain to the turtle. I plucked it out of the street and carefully settled Turtle near some trees, several feet away from the road.
MOTHERFUCKER COULDN’T PICK A STARVING CHILD IN HIS ARMS AND DROP THE CAMERA?!
The ways in which whiteness must always center itself as the core of the universe, even in demanding sympathy as it engages in evil action. Oh, ok.
I never understood this Golden Rule of documenting real life (whether in pictures, documentary, journalism, etc) where the person capturing the moment/time/plight can’t lift a finger to help. That might make sense with watching animals in the wild but no way in fuck does it make sense when you’re documenting the suffering of another human being/human beings. Especially if you’re going to profit off of their suffering.
Even if he was determined to get the pic, what stopped him from picking that baby afterward to get them to a hospital?
I cannot suck my teeth hard or loud enough.
Put down the damn camera cunt
Oh my god are these actual fucking posts I am reading on tumblr
‘I don’t care that he committed suicide because he’s white/male’? Jesus christ. Is this what social justice has come to, where killing and death threats and suicide is ok as long as the victim is one of the ~evil white cismales~?
If I happened to snap a photo like this
and went back home and was suddenly famous
yeah I’d feel soul-crushing guilt too
you can’t always /just help/, you can’t feed a starving person /anything/ and I doubt he was a doctor, and it even says in the linked source article that the guy took the photo and chased the birds away - the child’s parents were grabbing food from a feeding centre nearby.
The dude later committed suicide because he had no money and he had people like you constantly sending him threats. But hey, no big, right? Just another evil white male gone from the world.
I’ve done countless essays on this type of thing because my degree course is all about these kinds of issues, and I’ve studied this guy, Kevin Carter, too. It’s all about whether things like do these photos eventually do good despite depicting another persons’ suffering, image fatigue and stuff like that. We’re constantly told about photographers who scour the world for that one photograph, that one photograph that will beat any others’ of the time; it’s a dog-eat-dog world in the photography world.
Accounts say that it was a factor of perspective - the vulture was in the background but not “waiting for the child to die” - and that the parents were not far away at all receiving food to feed the child from a charity organisation. He also committed suicide due to lack of money, pressure of needing money, and possibly post-traumatic stress disorder due to everything he’s seen in his life - he grew up in a white-only, apartheid-strict neighbourhood in South Africa and so saw a lot of violence from a young age; he flew to a lot of warzones and famine-stricken countries because he was a photojournalist - it was his job, to document. It wasn’t simply because of this young child.
Also, skin colour has nothing to do with this particular issue. It’s morality and it’s processes within photojournalism. Let’s not turn this into a “white/cis-male” issue.
