They say there is a strange coldness in the air, a discomfort from deep within and in a place where millions died not one thousand years ago, but a mere thirty odd years, it is not hard to see why. I remember dreaming of going there with a bunch of people holding the bones in my hands, this has yet come to pass.
I wonder if the sheer presence of history there will shatter me and I will remain standing outside unable to go in.
I was reading on The New York Times, on the highly reliable wikipedia; one link lead to another and soon I was reading up on the various photojournalist that have braved the war to record history. Both, dead.
One of them is Eddie Adams who is famous for this photo

Other ethical issues surround 'famous' photo's.

Many questions were raised on why didn't he carry the child to the feeding centre? Why did he wait 20 minutes?
I have been toying with the idea of being a photojournalist or at least a journalist, but a sudden surge of reality has hit me. Will I be able to seperate myself as a morale human being to doing my job? Sure if I was Carter I would have taken the shot and then carried the child to the centre.
But what if it was something more than a starving child? What if it was the about to commence killing of someone? What if I was covering the war and one of the terrorist was but a 10 year old boy holding on to an AK-47 he barely knows how to use? Am I to take the shot of the boy waiting to be shot by the soldier or jump in front and stop it?
In all professionalism, I am supposed to take the shot, not take the bullet. Problem is, can I do it?
Quoting an article in TIME magazine, "Carter was painfully aware of the photojournalist's dilemma. "I had to think visually," he said once, describing a shoot-out. "I am zooming in on a tight shot of the dead guy and a splash of red. Going into his khaki uniform in a pool of blood in the sand. The dead man's face is slightly gray. You are making a visual here. But inside something is screaming, 'My God.' But it is time to work. Deal with the rest later. If you can't do it, get out of the game." Says Nachtwey, "Every photographer who has been involved in these stories has been affected. You become changed forever. Nobody does this kind of work to make themselves feel good. It is very hard to continue."

Despite being overused, a photo does say a thousand words. This photo below changed the lives of the people on that boat, Adams said he would have prefered to have gained fame over than photo than that of the general.

I want to be able to take pictures that will change the world, capture a moment in history, I want the courage to step up to the job. I want to meet people that influence, that I admire for their work:

But what I don't want is to say this at the end of my life: "The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist."-Kevin Carter
Credits & Acknowledgements:
A similar sentiment of confusion on ethics on this persons blog.
1 comment:
though i might never thread into this territory, i'm thankful for these ppl for showing the world the hidden skeletons of humanity.
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