Reading the newspaper almost always reminds me of what I find painful and distasteful in this world. Today it was the fact that the prison camps in Guantanamo Bay are still alive and well, filled with apparently innocent, crime free people.
And also about the hierarchy of death, where certain deaths are more noteworthy than others. Where the daily deaths (at time of writing) in Iraq are less noteworthy than the deaths in Boston at the hands of domestic bombers.
Apparently it was first noted in Northern Ireland, where deaths of British were given more prominence than anyone else.
Why? Anything from cultural similarities to newspaper editors to geographic proximity.
But then you get to the subject of why the deaths of young black men die with little media coverage, and it quickly becomes deeply uncomfortable.
raam thakrar 