The Unfiltered World
The morning after the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing, I went downstairs to find the kitchen table strangely empty. I’d grown used to seeing the Chicago Tribune scattered by section across the table, my parents taking turns picking through each segment. On this day in April, however, the typically bulky newspaper was quite lean.
Curious, I asked my Mom what had happened to the rest of the newspaper. Though she was probably surprised I had noticed, she answered honestly. She’d already put a few of sections out with the recycling because of the graphic photos documenting the aftermath in Oklahoma City, including the front-page picture of a baby who’d died in the bombing.
Now, over 20 years later, my Mom no longer shields me from consuming the tragedy and horror of current events. Not only do I have access to graphic photos and detailed accounts of terror, but I have so much access. At any moment, I can retrieve the news or visit social media to see personal accounts of cruelty, sexism, racism, or other injustice someone has experienced. There is so much to take in…
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