Monday, August 29, 2016

A letter to my photobomber

So there I am at 5:00 doing a live shot on one of the most disturbing killings I have covered. 

I wonder how the victim's family and friends will feel if they are hearing some of the details for the first time.

That is the moment you decide to show off your dance moves behind me. 

Yes you made me trip on my words, yes you made me struggle to try to tell this sad story in a clear  and concise way. You made the TV newslady struggle. 

Our team had spent the past several hours hustling to do the news justice, but I guess you think our efforts are nothing compared to your need to grab the spotlight.

Do you realize it wasn't just my work you are disrespecting but the work of a photojournalist, a producer, a manager, an engineer?

Do you think about the fact that your act sends a message the victim is less important then your ego?

If I were pouring concrete would you step in it?

 If I were sweeping a floor would you throw dirt on it? 

If I were serving a meal would you spit in it?

Was the chance to be on TV so really so exciting that you just didn't care about anyone but yourself?

If you were a young child I could understand, but whoever you are you are old enough to know better.


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