In March 1993, photographer Kevin Carter made a trip to southern Sudan, where he took now iconic photo of a vulture preying upon an emaciated Sudanese toddler near the village of Ayod. Carter said he waited about 20 minutes, hoping that the vulture would spread its wings. It didn’t. Carter snapped the haunting photograph and chased the vulture away.
Carter eventually won the Pulitzer Prize for this photo, but he couldn’t enjoy it. “I’m really, really sorry I didn’t pick the child up,” he confided in a friend. Consumed with the violence he’d witnessed, and haunted by the questions as to the little girl’s fate, he committed suicide three months later.
The stories we don’t tell haunt us. Sometimes, the stories that we tell haunt us as well. That photog was fucked off in the game when he denied that childs humanity. Everytime you deny someone else’s humanity, a piece of you begins to rot slowly. The only way to reverse that shit is with Radical Love. ~AllCityNeens.
