Another tragic event. Another day of disbelief.
I’m not sure when we lost our capacity for imagining the grief of others without someone from a news crew shoving a microphone into the victim or grieving person’s face. Was it 9/11? The Bali bombings?
Child survivors in Connecticut being asked questions by the media before they talk to counsellors or trauma specialists?
Do I need to witness this? No.
Because I can imagine the horror, the fear that ripped through the school. I don’t need to see that reflected in the eyes of a terrified child who should never have to share the moment they lost their innocence to a camera crew or reporter.
It seems like every disaster, murder or shocking tragedy is leapt on by the media, who hungrily tear into it with the ferocity of a pack of hyenas. No detail is too small to be picked over, however grim.
It sells newspapers and it helps viewing figures.
We read the gruesome 8 page ‘special’ or stay glued to the TV as live footage of each particular disaster is live-streamed into our living rooms.
We are becoming desensitized voyeurs. We imagine that we are being empathic, but really we are just fuelled by a need to be part of a something bigger than our own mundane lives.We are complicit in the media frenzy.
I read once – “You get the media you deserve”
I shudder to think where this is heading.
Do you think there is too much media coverage of tragic events?