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Born in 1960, Kevin Carter was an award winning South African photojournalist. He began his career photographing scenes of the violent struggle against Apartheid in South Africa. However, it was a 1993 picture of a famine victim in Sudan that would change his life forever.
"He heard a soft, high-pitched whimpering and saw a tiny girl trying to make her way to the feeding center. As he crouched to photograph her, a vulture landed in view. Careful not to disturb the bird, he positioned himself for the best possible image. He would later say he waited about 20 minutes, hoping the vulture would spread its wings. It did not, and after he took his photographs, he chased the bird away and watched as the little girl resumed her struggle."
This picture earned Carter the 1994 Pullitzer Prize for feature photography. "I swear I got the most applause of anybody," Carter wrote back to his parents in Johannesburg. "I can't wait to show you the trophy. It is the most precious thing, and the highest acknowledgment of my work I could receive." Carter's joy would not last
Friends and colleagues would come to question why he had not done more to help the child in the photograph? "The man adjusting his lens to take just the right frame of her suffering," said the St. Petersburg (Florida) Times, "might just as well be a predator, another vulture on the scene."
Burdened with feelings of guilt and sadness, Kevin Carter took his own life On July 27, 1994. His suicide note stated in part, "...I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain . . . of starving or wounded children..."
Originally posted by psychosgirl
I would have found a way to get that baby back to the camp. They would have dragged be kicking and screaming away from her. The last thing that would've crossed my mine was disease. But that's just me.
Originally posted by koji_K
What was this journalist supposed to do? Carry the child to food? What food? The food he presumably had left after giving everything he had on him to the last 20 starving people? Even if he had any left, what does he do next, when the rest of the starving village comes to get the child's food? Throw a rock at the vulture. Would this make you feel better? Would you have stood at the levee in New Orleans and tried to beat back the ocean with a stick?
[edit on 20-10-2005 by koji_K]