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I’m suppose to care that a white man felt guilty over a picture he took of of a child and animal waiting to pick at its body killed himself?

yeah

sorry

no

wtf

yeah, i’m not feeling too bad for dude.

Today, I saw a turtle in the middle of the road. I almost didn’t realize it was turtle until it was nearly too late. Luckily, I was able to avoid crushing the poor thing.

I pulled into my drive way, walked down the street in the rain to the turtle. I plucked it out of the street and carefully settled Turtle near some trees, several feet away from the road.

MOTHERFUCKER COULDN’T PICK A STARVING CHILD IN HIS ARMS AND DROP THE CAMERA?!

The ways in which whiteness must always center itself as the core of the universe, even in demanding sympathy as it engages in evil action.  Oh, ok.

I never understood this Golden Rule of documenting real life (whether in pictures, documentary, journalism, etc) where the person capturing the moment/time/plight can’t lift a finger to help. That might make sense with watching animals in the wild but no way in fuck does it make sense when you’re documenting the suffering of another human being/human beings. Especially if you’re going to profit off of their suffering. 

Even if he was determined to get the pic, what stopped him from picking that baby afterward to get them to a hospital?

I cannot suck my teeth hard or loud enough.