Chapter 379: The Hungry

That black man gave me the impression of a passerby, I seemed to have almost no impression of him, his sense of existence was particularly low, when he was with his aunt, he was always like the air before, because of the language barrier, he never spoke, he never made superfluous movements, he always followed Jiang Bingbing submissively, I have seen Jiang Bingbing use him as a punching bag many times, punching and kicking at every turn, even if he didn't make any mistakes, he would be inexplicably counted. The only one who protects him is his aunt, I don't know if he has any good friendship with his aunt, and his aunt always scolds Jiang Bingbing after Jiang Bingbing punches and kicks him. gives others the feeling that he and Jiang Bingbing are a pair of brothers and sisters, competing for favor in front of their mother.

But the black man was like a mute, and he didn't say a word, neither in English, nor in a foreign language, nor in an indigenous language. I used to suspect that he was mute, but as I said before, he is just a passerby, he has no sense of existence at all, whether he is dumb or not, what does it matter to me.

"Do you know this person?" Senior asked.

"I don't know, but he's my aunt's subordinate, but what is he doing now?" I asked, puzzled.

At this moment, the black man was lying on a table, which should be an offering table, and he was lying on the offering table at this time, and the action was like a pig in the pig pen arching pig food.

"He's eating." Said the seniors.

"Eat? Such a eating appearance. I said.

"I know a little bit about this person, do you want to hear it?" Senior asked.

"Do you know this person?" I'm a little incredible. This senior doesn't know how long he has been dead, and he still knows the people around his aunt.

"The people of the Kui family naturally have such skills, and I also know the warrior who just died, and if you want to know, I am willing to tell you."

"Let's just talk about living first." I say.

"He's actually a bit of a way, his adoptive father is called, Kevin Carter."

"Kevin Carter?!" I have indeed heard of this man, he is very famous in the journalist world.

Kevin Carter. is a photographer based in South Africa. His work "Hungry Sultan" won the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for Journalism for "Close-up Photojournalism". The work depicts a Sudanese girl who is about to fall to her knees with starvation, while the vulture is not far behind the girl. Eyeing. Waiting for a prey girl.

This photo was first published in 1993 by the New York Times, a well-known and authoritative newspaper in the United States. Then. Other media soon spread it around the world, stirring up strong repercussions among the people of all countries.

Joao Silva, a photojournalist who worked with Kevin Carter at the time, told the story from his perspective in an interview with "The Hungry Sultan," which later sparked controversy around the world.

They landed in the Sudan with a United Nations helicopter distributing food, within 30 minutes of the distribution of relief food. They had the opportunity to take some pictures. Kevin was near the helicopter, and according to him, Kevin was stunned by the terrible scene in front of him, and he took a lot of pictures of hungry children, including one child curled up on the ground as if crying, and her mother was busy receiving relief food and had no time to take care of her for the time being, and at this time, a vulture fell behind the child. Kevin gently adjusted the angle and brought both of them into the camera so as not to disturb the vulture, and after he took a few shots, the vultures flew away. Joao said he filmed the same scene, but it didn't win a Pulitzer Prize.

But what really made Kevin Carter popular was not this photo, but the controversy that followed it.

Shortly after the awards, a reporter from a Japanese television organization in the United States called to interview John Kaplan, one of the judges. John. Kaplan was interviewed. During the interview, the reporter relayed an op-ed written by a Florida reporter about this photo, to the effect that this selfish, uncaring media and reporter won the Pulitzer Prize by stepping on the body of a little girl.

John. Kaplan, who had heard of such comments for the first time, recalled to reporters that the judges looked at the photo very carefully, and the photo was annotated to suggest that someone would come to help the little girl, giving the impression that the little girl was not alone in the desert. John. Kaplan also pointed out that the little girl had a ring on her hand, indicating that she was under humanitarian protection at the time, and all the judges took note of these details. During the judging, the judges trusted the photographer – if the kid needed help, the photographer would help.

But when the show aired on TV, John . Kaplan's statement was ruthlessly cut out, and the show revolves around journalistic ethics and morality, lashing out at Kevin Carter and the Pulitzer Prize. The incident evolved into a rumor that the hunger revealed in this photo was ignored and the trumped-up charges were infinitely magnified.

I've had the pleasure of seeing the original picture of Kevin Carter, where the clever details show humanity everywhere, but all of these things are ignored in the deliberate discrediting of Kevin Carter, and people are just trying to magnify the damage as if they have discussed it.

On the night of July 27, 1994, after the Pulitzer Prize ceremony, police found Kevin Carter having committed suicide with carbon monoxide in Johannesburg, a city in northeastern South Africa. Last words: "Really, really sorry for everyone, the pain of life far outweighs the level of joy." ”

This incident is painful, but the cause and effect of the things that are tracked are not suddenly unthinkable and whimsical.

Kevin, along with his friend Ken Osterbrook and others, formed the Bang Bang Club. Another photographer of the "Bang Bang Club", Silva, who is also a good friend of Kevin, captured the same scene as Kevin, but did not win any awards. In 1993, shortly after Kevin took that famous photo, the "Bang Bang Club" group came to Tokzza to cover a violent incident, because the sun was too strong, Kevin returned to the city first, but soon he received the news that Ken had been shot in Tokza, which almost completely broke Kevin's will, and he said afterwards that it was him, not Ken, who should have taken the bullet.

According to Kevin's friends, since then Kevin has been talking openly about suicide, partly because of Ken, but more because of his anxiety about money, and his financial situation has forced him to accept a mission to Mozambique. Kevin's form did go awry, and despite using three alarms, he was able to delay his early flight to Mozambique. Of course, worse was yet to come, when he returned from Mozambique, he actually lost a pack of undeveloped film, and all kinds of troubles made him feel worse than dead.

Humanity and morality are distorted at this moment, Kevin is just a photographer, he doesn't have much power to save Africans, he just wants to take a suitable picture to awaken the last light in people's hearts, in fact he did drive away the vultures.

On July 27, 1994, Kevin appeared to be happy on the last day of his life, first staying in bed until noon, then going out for a film, confiding his pain to friends and urging him to see a psychiatrist.

The widow Monica was the last person to see Kevin, and Kevin came to her home that evening to tell her about himself, and Monica, who had not fully recovered from the grief of losing her husband, certainly could not give him any comfort. At 7 p.m., Kevin drove his long red car to the Bremfonte En Plott River, which has fond memories of his childhood. He fastened a piece of garden hose to the exhaust pipe with silver duct tape and sent it through the window, and in his unwashed jeans and T-shirt, he started the car, then turned on the Walkman next to him and used a bag under his head as a pillow......

Most of Kevin Carter's films, while likely to tell important facts as well, are unknown. In the world where he lived once, he was just a small person.

Carter found a **** skinny girl in a village full of corpses in war-torn South Africa, when the girl was struggling to crawl out of the bushes, and at this time a vulture landed behind the dying girl, widening his eyes, Carter captured this trembling moment in time, and then he drove the vulture away and picked up the girl.

I recall afterwards that the only fair assessment of him in society was the comment that the Pulitzer Prize for Photojournalism jury had commented on "The Hungry Girl" as a remarkable manifestation of the overthrow of humanity and the despair of the entire continent.

I recalled all the things about Kevin Carter in my head, and my heart was filled with sadness, "I didn't know he had an adopted son. I said.

"Saying that he is an adopted son, in fact, it is not a deep feeling, because he did not fulfill his obligations as agreed, after all, it didn't take long for him to choose to end his life, and this child was actually adopted by him because he had some relationship with him. Everyone knows that the picture in which he became famous at that time contained a little girl, although she later received relief and her family received food, but her body was already overdrawn and eventually died. And this kid had better luck, he was the girl's own brother. The senior said.

"I see, but why would he do this?" I pointed to the black man lying on the table.

"Because of hunger, do you understand what hunger feels like? That feeling is enough to drive a person crazy. He was eating the offerings on the table, it was an instinct, an instinct to want to eat when he saw it, he didn't feel full, he never had enough. He was indeed a mute, and that was because he chewed his tongue when he was at his hungriest. (To be continued.) )