9:13 am (PDT) Thursday, May 13, 2004
The
Power of Image - The Photos from Abu Ghraib
Fed
up with my cable company, I cancelled my service and decided
to take a break from TV for a while before I went out and bought
a satellite dish. This was a risky decision for a "communications
specialist" who is often called upon by the media to comment
on political speeches and images but one I was looking forward
to exploring. My newspaper subscription had run out but I still
had my radio and was eager to return to the golden age of broadcast
journalism where I would learn about the day's events unbiased
by the sensationalism and crassness of video images.
I
couldn't have picked a more significant month to perform this
experiment. Not a week after I "unplugged", the images
from Abu Ghraib began flooding the airwaves. I heard about these
images, of course, described by the considerate folk at NPR
in graphic detail. I listened to every word of the Congressional
hearings. I was, I thought, as fully aware of the abuses as
any American who had TV and was just as shocked and appalled.
Then
my copy of The Economist arrived in the mail. Staring at me
from the cover was an Iraqi prisoner, balancing precariously
on a box in front of what looked like a blood stained wall,
"dressed" in a ragged cloak and pointed hood, arms
stretched out resembling nothing so much as a man being crucified,
with wires attached to his hands rather than nails.
Thoroughly
shaken, I scoured the web for the other images, images I had
heard described numerous times but images that once seen were
more searing than I could have ever imagined.
The
impact of these images should not have come as a surprise to
me. When I was a student of rhetoric, I was fascinated by the
Kennedy-Nixon debates, one of the first examples of the power
of television. I knew that people who listened to the radio
broadcast thought Nixon won the debate but those who watched
it on television were captivated by Kennedy's tan and decided
in his favor.
I
know that images have tremendous influence in human cognitive
processes. So why was I so shocked? What is it about images,
these images? Is it the fact that we are prudish and intensely
uncomfortable with nudity? That the hoods worn by the prisoners
are eerily reminiscent of KKK uniforms? Are we still so unsettled
about the role of women in the military that this incontrovertible
confrontation with their involvement is too much to bear?
My
experiment has led me to conclude that at its heart, our efforts
at intellectualization are impossible in the face of the visceral
response elicited by images. Even as we marveled at, for example,
radio pioneer Edward R. Murrow's descriptions of the bombing
of Britain, words alone still allowed each of us to project
what we wanted onto the reality. While the horror of the event
was obvious, we were still able, in the absence of images, to
soften the event in our mind so that it didn't threaten our
notions of human decency, didn't smash through our struggle
to deny "man's inhumanity to man."
My
experiment has demonstrated that the adage "a picture is
worth a thousand words" is at best an understatement, at
worst, childish and naïve. It's why liberation forces during
World War II insisted on filming the concentration camps. It's
why a photograph of a naked girl running from a napalm attack
affected public opinion on Vietnam. It's why the Pentagon, ironic
in light of these events, placed a blackout on pictures of the
coffins of dead soldiers. And it's why the images from Abu Ghraib,
more than any other aspect of this war, will impact all of us
and forever influence how we remember this event.
Is
this a good thing? Is the power of images so terrible we should
bottle the genie? Should CBS have held the airing of these images
knowing the horror they would elicit? I am ambivalent to say
the least, but I do know that I am buying my satellite dish
as soon as possible so that I can once again face reality, in
all its graphic detail, political consequences and moral implications.
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