But itβs NOT about unwillingness to help! Itβs NOT about people not caring!! Itβs so very explicitly the opposite!!!
Iβve BEEN in this situation. You walk past an old crime scene, or the place where an accident happened, and you see evidence of something terrible. If itβs old, maybe broken glass, or scuff marks.
But sometimes, youβre too late. Sometimes someone is on the ground, and EMTs are already helping, and the only helpful thing you can do you is move on, refuse to linger, refuse to form a crowd.
Sometimes thereβs dried blood, or fresh blood, but when you look around you canβt find anyone hurt or needing help. Whatever happened, it has happened without you, and you canβt undo it or make it better. You could contact an authority, report what youβve seen, but thatβs just sharing information. It doesnβt FEEL like helping.
Humans are by nature incredibly compassionate creatures. What is more heartbreaking to an animal designed to bring comfort than a pain that cannot be comforted? A hurt that cannot be soothed?
You are confronted by this helplessness, and it looks you in the face and says, βItβs too late for you to fix this. You must move on, and hope that next time, you arenβt.β And then you do. You have to. There is no other choice.
Ana Mendietaβs piece is not condemning the observed- itβs mourning their directionless compassion, their grief, their uncertainty- their concern and hope offered to someone or something they will never know, never speak to, never be able to help.
It says that we love each other, that we care for one another, and that even if we are lost and no one ever finds us, we are cared for long after we are gone, and by people who never knew our names.
Our outrage at her death only proves this. Now that we know her life ended tragically, what will you do? What CAN you do? Nothing. You will observe the blood, experience something that cannot be captured on film, and move on.
