Two pieces in the NY Times today caught my eye...and I read them together...and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
First was this piece called "Savage Rapes Stoke Trauma of Congo War"...
Here's the first two paragraphs, they are not easy to read:
"BUKAVU, Congo — Denis Mukwege, a Congolese gynecologist, cannot bear to listen to the stories his patients tell him anymore.
Every day, 10 new women and girls who have been raped show up at his hospital. Many have been so sadistically attacked from the inside out, butchered by bayonets and assaulted with chunks of wood, that their reproductive and digestive systems are beyond repair."
Then I read another story, in the same paper, on the same day titled, "$6 Million for the Co-op, Then Start to Renovate" and I quote the first two paragraphs....
"Julia Kim rapped her spiked Gucci heels along the floor of a Midtown furniture showroom earlier this year as she approached a $30,000 custom wraparound couch that will be the centerpiece of the Manhattan co-op apartment she plans to share with her fiancé, Stephen Rushmore.
With advice from Mr. Rushmore and their decorator, John Barman, Ms. Kim deliberated for more than half an hour over details like the density of the cushions, the number of pillows and the height of the seating."
As humans, we have gotten lost somewhere along the way. No big news here, but what worries me, is the greater tolerance we have for the extremes these days.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
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