This is not a book review. This is me being philosophical again. You have been warned.
According to the Merriam Webster dictionary, truth is a noun
(a person, place or thing) that means the
real facts about something. In light
of the recent events surrounding the tragedy of Malaysian Airline flight MH 17,
I have been wondering if this noun truth can be found anywhere besides the
dictionary. Is truth dead and no one
wrote an obituary?
I look at pictures of the disaster and see the remains of an
airplane torn apart, burnt remnants strewn everywhere, some with flames still
burning. Then another photo shows what appears
to be the wreckage in a pile as if the plane had landed and exploded on impact. I have to ask myself - are the photos simply
taken from different angles or different areas, or are these pictures even of
the same plane or wreckage.
No, I am not a conspiracy theorist. But in this technological world it is easy to
distort the truth, even help it morph into something completely different. Words, images, and minds are easily
manipulated. We see what we want to
see. Or do we? Or do we see what others want us to see? Are we able to clearly see things that
aren’t now or ever have been part of our individual frames of reference? And is that really seeing or is it imagining
with the help of visual aids?
I watched a video of the aftermath of this disaster and a
hand in the video is shown holding approximately twenty different passports. Of
course, which ones does the person open and display to the camera, the ones of
children. How and why did these
passports survive the crash and the flames, but not the passport holders?
The camera pans to suitcases, some of which have either
opened on impact or been opened for the benefit of the cameraman. The camera macabrely lingers over a bright
pink suitcase packed with books etc. for a young girl, then on a child’s toy,
and next a child’s drawing. The cameraman or video editor opportunistically includes
only items guaranteed to wring every last tear from your eyes and permanently
bruise your heart.
I find it disconcerting to see that the integrity of the
evidence is at stake on the site in the Ukraine. I also find it disconcerting to look at
photos of grim-faced men, shown in gray tones, combing a field of brilliant
yellow sunflowers looking for bodies or body parts. The contrast between gray and yellow,
grimness and beauty are stark and crude.
And again I wonder if it’s real or photo shopped.
At the moment it appears there are those who are working
hard to find out what really happened to flight MH 17. But it also appears
there are those who are working just as hard to destroy evidence and hide what
happened. All we know for sure is that
the passenger list shows 283 passengers and 15 crew members boarded that
flight. Out of respect for the victims
and their loved ones I hope truth is not the unidentified casualty in this
tragic event.
I'm not the only one who has been struggling with the definition of truth lately. Follow the link to one of my very favorite sites Humans of New York - photojournalism at its finest. You'll find an older gentleman sitting on a park bench who is writing a play on the nature of truth.
1 comment:
I agree with you - life was better and "truer" when we did not have access to so much information. It also means that the media felt less of a need towards sensationalism - it all goes hand in hand.
I envy those days where the biggest thrill of the day was sitting with your family around the old radio....
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