Learning from history is not part of human condition: Biafra - Sudan...

I searched Kevin Carter again and came across with these photographs another one by Kevin and again the one I have published. In the middle during Nigeria civil war, Biafra... 18 years-old, I arrived at the art school I was studying and a there was an exhibition of the Biafra starvation... saw them all in silence and in... the feeling never went away... the questions are still the same... it aches. Other people feel the same: I got this picture from this blog: 'Cool Glass of Dejanade: Wrinkles in Time-Words Are Never Enough' ... young girl seeing same picture today... same feeling... How many generations? It's part of human condition... I feel the same, those who promote it feel the same... history is in the past.

Kevin Carter will never be forgotten

I'm changing a little and for some days I'll be showing the Hell part of Hella Heaven.

This picture is very famous but it will always be very shocking. This is the story of the photographer:

"Kevin Carter (1961-1994) - South Africa Pulitzer Prize winner, Kevin Carter, took his own life months after winning the Pulitzer Prize for feature photography for a haunting Sudan famine picture. A free-lance photographer for Reuter and Sygma Photo NY and former PixEditor of the Mail&Gaurdian, Kevin dedicated his carrer to covering the ongoing conflict in his native South Africa. He was highly honoured by the prestigious Ilford Photo Press Awards on several occasions including News Picture of the Year 1993. Kevin is survived by a seven year old daughter, Megan. (source: Picturenet)"

Wikipedia:

"On 27 July 1994 Carter drove to the Braamfontein Spruit river, near the Field and Study Centre, an area where he used to play as a child, and took his own life by taping one end of a hose to his pickup truck’s exhaust pipe and running the other end to the passenger-side window. He died of carbon monoxide poisoning at the age of 33. Portions of Carter's suicide note read:

"I am depressed ... without phone ... money for rent ... money for child support ... money for debts ... money!!! ... I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings and corpses and anger and pain ... of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners...I have gone to join Ken [recently deceased colleague Ken Oosterbroek] if I am that lucky."^[8]