I sympathise with that but I came to the conclusion, some years ago, that not âostriching myselfâ was not doing me any good.
There are many things going on in the world - the Gaza issue is probably the most potent and destructive [in every way] currently happening - about which I can do nothing but be sympathetic and/or wring my hands in despair.
Knowing the âtruthâ of these matters, I know for certain, is beyond. me. I know this becaue I was responsible for 9 months for assembling packages of photographs, sent to the news agencies of the US and Europe of actions by the mujahaddin against the Russians in 1988/89, taken by Afghans trained by the US State Dept as photographers. There were video and print depts doing the same.
We occasionally saw how our material was used. You can imagine the difference in treatment - the Russians being âthe bad guysâ at the time - between the US and the European newspapers.
My thoughts ran thus "What good does it do anyone, including me, to absorb this ânewsâ? Can I do anything about it but worry, be anxious? "
I have often used the notional example of âBus falls into a ravine in Bolivia. 23 killedâ. This is not ânewsâ. It is a report of a tragic event and apart from adding another few drops to the constant drip-drip of anxiety which is inevitable when constantly subjected to such reporting, it has no business in my consciousness.
By chance, not long ago I did see a headline on BBCi news pages of exactly that. A bus had fallen into a ravine in S.America ⌠Another example recently was the loss of life when yet another overloaded ferry capsized in Bangladesh.
I see the headlines. I donât read the reports. They are nothing to do with me.
We are all familiar, I assume, with the stories in local and regional newspapers here. The standard lead I see when La Manche Libre sends me its snippet for the day is a report of an R.T.A. the previous day. We have had two recently of âyouth ends up in car on its roof.â
The nearest any of these has got to me was when the nurse treating my operation wound arrived late because she had been giving first aid to someone knocked down on a pedestrian crossing in Vire. Sure enough it was the lead story in the paper next morning.