Tag: It doesn’t concern me

I remember the moment clearly: the TV screen was filled with images of terrified families fleeing bombed-out buildings. A journalist asked the anchor, “What can viewers do?” The anchor shrugged and replied, “Well… it doesn’t concern me directly.” In that instant, I felt the room close in. That shrug—so casual, so assured—felt like a curse….

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