“The photograph is violent. A grisly killing. Lifeless bodies. The public display. Yet it is eerily quiet. The living, more silent than the dead.
“That humanity can descend to such depths, that “progress” has totally failed to include the vulnerable, and the frailty of those on the lower rungs of social power, are the searing statements that scream out of this eerily quiet image.
“Recently many Americans seem to have developed a heightened sense of squeamishness; they project an elite refinement from the realities of life in other countries. They “can’t look at” scenes of real brutality, crime, or squalor. A profusion of fake violence in movies, television, and video games: these are okay, but not real violence. This extends to our own violence as well – consider the recent aversion to publishing photos of US troops killed in Iraq or Afghanistan.
“This is not healthy. Have we become so refined that we cannot gaze upon such images?”
The longer I gaze upon this image, the sadder I become.