Well those who have read my post on Torch or torture know my dilemma while having dinner. Every evening I sit down to enjoy my meal in the calm domesticity of my home. TV plays in the background and evening news is on.
Yesterday the news showed the shocking incident of an Austrian girl who was kidnapped and sexually abused for 24 long years by her own father and bore him seven children. I was deeply tormented by the news and her state. Though the news channel didn’t showed her face or anything but just imagining her in my mind made it hard for me to swallow that itsy bitsy morsel. I was shocked at the atrocities being committed on her from the same man whose moral duties were to protect her. She was imprisoned in a basement for more than twenty four years and subjected to sexual, physical, moral and inhuman torture. I felt icky and somewhere I knew I wanted to throw up.
Today the same news was shown- her father is arrested and has agreed to all the charges on him. I was about to go into the same mood frame as yesterday but thankfully not the news channel announced a quick break and decided to return with a story on food price in Haiti. I felt little relieved and hoped to enjoy my dinner. The news returned with the beaming news anchor in her chic jacket with bright red lipstick as she announced the next story. The story began with a severely malnutritioned kid in Haiti crying bitterly. The reporter showed several kids with swollen bellies and legs (Kwashiorkar) who haven’t eaten anything for weeks. That time only I was thinking of leaving the food in my plate as I felt I was through with my meal. The next images were of food market in Haiti where a simple and staple diet food such as Corn flour costs more than $1 USD. I was shocked to know 80% of Haiti’s people’s income (middle class only) goes in buying food supplies. The Haitian women have come out with a solution to satifsy their crying kids. They make a paste of soil and water and make it in shape of a tortilla and feed their kids. I choked on my morsel and got tears in my eyes.
I saw people fighting wih their own country men over food where I sit in my First world country enjoying 5 courses a day. The kids there don’t even know what food is and here our dust bins even know the taste of Pizza Huts, Subways and McDonalds and KFCs. I felt guilty. I felt depressed. I felt sick.
I want to do something for them but can’t do anything apart from twitching my nails in my hands while watching their grim photos. I can speak a few lines about their dire state. I am here writing a stupid post about it knowing fairly well Haitian’s can’t even read it. I can’t do anything.
I can think about myself as a selfish being and stop watching news while having dinner and enjoy the Simpson’s banter. I can be free of all those worries.
What should I do? I am crossing the line between being ethically barbaric and unethically social. I don’t know, I am disturbed, anguished and sad. I do not know what to do for them? I want to protect myself from falling in the last year visited bout of depression. Is it alright on my part to switch off the channel and be carefree or watch it and crib about it?
What should I do? Please suggest.