During the Boston Marathon, explosions erupted killing 3 known and injuring as many as 264 people. The coverage over the last week has not only been exhaustive but it has dwindled , as of Monday morning. I am not frequenter of the local news or any news source for that matter so when I’m bombarded with information, it makes you pay attention!
I media was all over this story as if it was Sept. 11th all over. They wanted witnesses, suspects, stories and yet again the country unified for the time being. I was attempted to weep for those who have lost their lives in this event and I had to stop a register, do I cry daily? No! So why today? What made this more upsetting than this, or this, why are these stories not tear worthy? Little did I know I was being manipulate by the media, yet again. The constant showing of the victims, pools of blood on the side walk, and hearing people in cry out made this story closer than it actually was to me. The element of reality was not needed to feel like you were there physically, you were there mentally, and emotionally, and although you couldn’t help these people, you felt responsible. As if you could of done something, but you couldn’t, and it made you feel guilty that it wasn’t in another country or in poorer city, because let’s be honest, the poor are not as valuable as able bodied athletes, but it was in America, in large city, hurting “good, innocent” people.
The news made me do it! I didn’t need to see people in pain to know someone somewhere is hurting. I couldn’t help the people in Boston as much as I can’t people in Syria, or the DR Congo, or in South Asia, or Northern Europe. Why more promising if I give my little cash to these people if there other are going to suffer unnoticed. Cleaning up the spill won’t stop the leakage.
All I’m saying is over coverage of one event shouldn’t take away from what else is happening, others who hurt. I don’t know, maybe I’m being immature and insensitive … WRONG!
I’m being humane, I don’t want anyone to suffer. I do not preach violence or act in it. I don’t condone any form of discrimination or partake in oppressing others. I would love to heal any victim of someone else’s doing, but my little actions only can do so much!Donating blood won’t stop someone from shedding it. I also don’t think showing me someone’s blood on sidewalk makes me anymore compelled to helping hurt people, because I already do so. I’ve helped those who have been suicidal, racially discriminated, homophobic and hurt lgbtq youth. I have lend hands to rebuild and grow, to hug, and comfort anyone who needed it. Yet, this shit makes me a bad person when I see an over exposed image and can cut that shit off. Well, I guess when there’s so much pain in the world and you choose to bare witness to a scrape of it, I can’t feel bad for being unconcerned about Boston.