Unintended suspense? I don’t understand this word “suspense” in the context. As a photographer, there would be every intention to capture the editorial implication of the combination of two obvious symbols. The complaints by the peanut gallery, please pardon my lack of empathy, remind me of sons or daughters of dead family members, who never attended the bedsides of their dying relatives. The image made us all guilty. It even made those, who were eloquent observers of the obvious, and more-so them, because like him I am also a writer. I have dedicated myself to writing about injustice. I work a minimum wage job, for example, and see the injustice of Capitalism’s work harder and faster underlying mechanism, while a few get rich. We are all unwilling participants and beneficiaries. Imagine all the Yemenis killed by the fat Saudi Families, while we drive our cars along the by ways? Imagine the thieves, I witness walking out of stores with their hands full? I have seen shots of police officers, who have bought starving people food and I know the police cannot save all the people they come in contact with. The problem is economic inequality and as my theater professor said, you can only help those in your sphere of influence. Sure, he could have helped the child after capturing the perfect shot, but the child got up and walked to the food center. His picture, doing his job, was the key to great awareness, but no real change, only the debate and waging of sin. Some of us dedicate our lives to art, and at the end of our lives we have nothing. We are the mediocre paintings at estate sales that no one wants to buy. He gave us a lasting memory of our stationary selves and his guilt and awareness killed him. He carried a mirror. Do we even do that? It is so easy to blame others. Let me tell you how hard it must be to be a photographer as great as he was, but yes he might have helped the child up and brought him to the food center, and then what? For how long? He did his job.