Was watching the world news the other night with a friend of mine who is very proud to be a dad. He's nice though, and a good friend, so I put up with his obsession with his sons occasionally leaking out into normal conversation. Don't think he's a softie though -- he was a high-ranking British Army officer who was trained at Sandhurst, the most elite military school in Europe and possibly the world.
They showed some clips of all the carnage going on in Gaza -- the standard-issue ugly shots of bombed-out concrete buildings followed by uglier shots of crying children, followed by ugly shots of shrapnel laying in the streets, followed by uglier shots of screaming child with dust on his face. The usual peek-a-boo game that news editors do, inserting footage of wailing brats every third clip to make viewers think it's all somehow chronological -- that these kids are reacting to the bombed building when in fact they might have been crying over a sandwich they dropped or something. No really, that's how news editing works and it's not considered 'dishonest'. Anyways...
James: Oh god that's awful. Those kids. I see them and I think they're my two boys.
Ame: You're kidding.
James: No, no. Sometimes I see a news story and I'm on the verge of tears when I see all these crying children.
(After a pause)
Ame: Do you know how crazy that sounds?
James: (defensively) What?
Ame: They're playing you, James. The media. And you're letting them. It's called 'turning up the heat' and they do it all the time in print and television news. They juxtapose footage or imagery of crying children next to bomb damage or broken stuff or whatever, even if the shots are nothing directly to do with each other, to try to get that exact response from you.
James: Well....
Ame: Most editors are parents too, and they're hoping you'll react like that and become more emotional about the story if you do that wierd thing parents do of mistaking pictures of injured children as their own children.
James: Well I don't know about that.
Ame: It turns up the heat, it tugs on parents' heartstrings and makes them feel like they're personally part of the story when frankly they are not.
(the sound of James thinking)
Ame: It doesn't affect me like that because I'm not a parent. So I'm objective and I don't ration my pity. I don't care what's the age of the individual standing amidst the ruins of their house, I feel sorry for all of them quite equally.
(the sound of James thinking)
Ame: Don't worry, the media pulls that stunt on all parents.
(the sound of James thinking)
Ame: Your kids aren't in Gaza, James.
James: I know, I know.
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