It was an image nobody needed to see.
Yesterday I saw the face of a young woman moments before she died.
At first she had a look of confusion on her face. She was unsure. Perplexed. What was going on? But then a change. A change in her eyes.
The horror in her eyes.
I didn’t want to see it.
I turned from it and clicked away. I tried to erase its imprint on my brain by swiveling in my chair to gaze at photos of my children. But it stayed burned into my thoughts.
The face of a women before she died. It’s still there. When I close my eyes I can still see it.
Did you see it too? Unintentionally? Like me.
I first saw it as the rest of my household slept, in the very early hours of the morning, just an hour after she died. I was up writing the news for Mamamia and breaking was the horrific story of a TV reporter and Camera operator in Virginia in the US gunned down live to air.
As I worked I couldn’t escape the images. Her face. The gun. The terrible moment the realisation dawns.
As I scrolled through Facebook there she was again.
A beautiful 24-year old woman moments from the end of her life, now a viral video. It’s repulsive in its intrusiveness.
The news we woke to this morning was shocking in the telling.
Alison Parker, a young, hard-working reporter, her fun-loving camera operator, 27-year old Adam Ward, dedicated professionals.
The facts were hard enough to grasp. How could a former colleague do this? What could possibly motivate such a horrendous act? It was unfathomable.