Oh wait. I do too. I saw a picture from Tienanmen on the history widget on my blog. I clicked on it, and before I knew it, I was on a blog that featured photos that changed the world. After a little more searching I found this site.
Be warned. Many of the pictures are disturbing. But they are supposed to be.
I know I sure hugged Kenzie a little tighter when I picked her up from daycare today as a result of some of them. But that's a good thing.
Don't bother to read the commentary by viewers. They're mostly morons and idiots. But the pictures. Well, they're powerful. I don't know if they changed the world. But viewing them changed me.
I was familiar with many. I used the burning monk picture in my College Comp II class. Then we began discussing famous photographs and both the migrant mother with her children and the soldier kissing the girl as he steps ashore were other famous photos that students mentioned as powerful.
If you don't click on the link above, I've included some of the most powerful are offered below.
One of the most disturbing photos I've ever seen. The photograph, Kevin Carter, won a Pulitzer, but he killed himself shortly after taking the picture.
There are several stories regarding the photo. Most agree that the starving child crawled to a United Nations food camp. Most agree that Carter set the camera down and chased the vulture away. Most agree that the government warned journalists not to touch any of the starving people for fear of disease.
One can only imagine the guilt Carter must have felt and what that must have done to him in order for him to take his own life.
It's tragic that he never intervened. But then, what could he have done? Had he carried the child to the food camp, would they have been able to save the child or was it too far gone?
More importantly, I think, this picture reminds me to think about all the things I don't do for others in a single day. How can I criticize this man when I don't always go out of my way to help others in my day to day life.
The last Jew in Vinnitsa. There is no doubt this poor man's fate. To think that such atrocities happened - and continue to happen - is sickening. This is why we read Night and this is why we read Kaffir Boy. The photo below this one depicts a Ruwanda Hutu who was mutilated for supposedly sympathising with rebels.
Atrocities happen but the human spirit can prevail.
Doing the Lord's work in hell. This man is a saint in my book. He braved sniper fire to offer this dying soldier his last rights. Thy will be done . . . indeed.
When fighting monsters one should remember not to become one, right?
This http://www.countryscribe.com/weblog/2009_05_10_archive.html">article says more about the torture policies of the US.
Just scroll down to "Drip, drip, drip."
Burial of an unknown child. I don't how you can't be haunted by this one. I believe this was the result of an industrial accident. When I first saw it, I thought it was from the turn of the century or maybe from the '50s. It conjured up images I had imagined while reading The Jungle.
I was horrified to learn that this occurred in 1984.
Here is a link to a story on the http://www.greenpeace.org/international/news/nightmare-in-bhopal">accident.
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