Big Waves
What can you say about a disaster that kills more than 50,000 people (…make that 100,000… no wait, 120,000)? The recent earthquake in the Indian ocean has left me with an odd stunned feeling. The media is drooling to show us piles of bodies and live video footage of the actual tsunami taking lives by the score even as we watch.
And we do watch.
Sadly.
We are sucked into the news-orgy of death, waiting for the latest rise in the death toll on CNN. We can’t wait to see a fresh batch of images showing us the mighty destructive power of “mother nature”…
As long as it’s someone else’s dead child in the picture.
It’s really easy not to feel anything when we look at death that’s on the other side of the world. We don’t know those people. Most don’t even share a common language.
But they are people, people just like me. That could be my daughter drowned and limp.
I live on a fault line, at the tail end of the San Andreas. A big earthquake could put me into that picture, very easily. Too easily. I think about disasters. I prepare for them even. But I don’t feel the shock and loss like those in Sri Lanka today, and I hope I never do.
So, screw you, CNN. May karma wash over you and the rest of the media in really big waves so that you will think twice before you post that “scoop” about another 5000 found dead, and be thankful that you are not among them.