On the front page of our local newspaper yesterday was the picture of a man whose small daughter had just died. He was obviously bawling his eyes out, and his face was distorted in a look of pure misery. When I saw this picture, I quickly looked away because I felt I was intruding on an intensely private moment of personal grief. What bugs me here is that the newspaper felt that a picture of the freshly-grieving father would be appropriate to put on the front page, instead of a picture of the girl in happier days, or something less appallingly intimate. If I read a headline and see that a little girl is dead, I know that the family is crazy with grief.
I don't need to see a picture to get it.
:m: Peace.
I don't need to see a picture to get it.
:m: Peace.