Monday, May 25, 2015

Monday Musings (Memorial Day)


S and I went to Cuba with the extraordinarily talented Peter Turnley, who has photographed countless conflicts across the globe.  He has been through the fires to document the human condition and the collateral damage of war.  I think it is fitting on this day to share his Facebook post.
 
On this day of memory, Memorial Day, I wish to remember and honor our human family, and every human being on this earth that had less good fortune than myself. I would like this day to be one where we remember not only those that have served and suffered in war, and my heart does go out to anyone that has had to be one way or the other impacted by the cruelty of war, but to also remember that a world that is truly one to be proud of, is one where every child has access to healthcare, education, and equal opportunity for a creative productive life. I'd like to remember that a world to be proud of is not one that offers opportunity to only a few that have the material power to afford opportunity, but a world where the human rights of all are our first priority-that the basis for examining what is truly a rich civilization is not one where a small percentage of people can boast of a good life, but rather a world where one could wake up knowing that it is a world where we all care as much about our weakest and least fortunate members of our society, as much as our most wealthy and powerful. I would like to remember that the most beautiful and rich aspect of our world is its' glorious diversity, and it is within the embrace of this beautiful diversity that all hope for reaching our collective potential exists.
© Peter Turnley, Somalia, 1992.

1 comment:

  1. Such a tragic photograph. And so very wrong. No child should go hungry, here or anywhere on the planet. And greedy bastards are taking the bit of relief we send for the children. They should rot in hell for what they are doing to these innocents.

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