Press Coverage

I don't claim that this site presents an objective or political point of view, it is my way of keeping the memory of my friend alive. That aside, Wendy's death was an event that was widely publicized and bore political repercussions. I'm not sure that this site would be complete without some mention of that.

The impact of losing everyday, visceral contact with Wendy is something that will remain with me for the rest of my life; that goes without saying. What may not be as obvious is the secondary impact that the coverage of her death had on me. I have no other experience of mourning a death to compare it with, but I'm sure if I had, there would be marked differences in the reaction to such an event that is closed to the public, and one that attracts the media.

I have vivid memories of watching the media story grow. The shooting happened on a Friday, on Saturday there was a small report at the bottom of page 3. On Monday the news was front-page on both local papers; good enough to save for the influx of quarters the work-week and its news-hungry citizens brought to the square metal dispensers of "information". I remember walking around the city, still in shock and noting, block after block, the surreal and absurd vision of her face staring at me from every paper box. Sitting in a restaurant with other greiving friends, and seeing the story scroll by in rotation on the cable news channel.

I don't see the media the same way I used to. I can no longer read or view a story on a tragic event, and remain unaware that there are real people involved. The desensitization that I think many of us take for granted has been broken for me, like one of Wendy's bubbles popping on its climb into the sky. I think that's a good thing.

Maybe by including these images and text here, I am hoping that others might get a sense of this cognative incongruity twixt the stories the media covers and the reality that they represent. Or perhaps I am merely proving a more insideous concept. That no matter how inaccurate, the media is the mirror in which we see ourselves; and that imbues us with a certain perverse narcissism that follows us even in grief, or in death.

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