She clasps her hand over her mouth
With anticipation. They all huddle around, waiting for it.
His slouched posture, tired eyes, and greying hair implies that he's been worried.
What they're all observing is an assasination.
Every person in this room has a family.
Every person in this room was a child.
Growing up, they were taught how to ride a bike, and do arithmetic. Not a single person pictured knew that they would long the death of another, so badly. They look mindless, as they sit and anticipate the death of an enemy.
This assassination would be our countries salvation, it would bring hope, and a sense of security, which was all lost on that September morning.
People over analyze these figures. They say politicians are all awful narcissists, and I agree. This picture, however, depicts leaders. It depicts the worry, the intensness, and seriousness of what's happening.
All of their hearts beat
At the same pace.
Quick, short breaths, and beads of sweat glistening on their foreheads and upper lips.
At this point in time
These people are not politicians.
They are hopeful together.
Within the next hour their lives will change.
Learning that what they have craved for ten years, has just been accomplished,
They jump out of their seats,
Some hug one another
Some shake hands,
And then they go back to their lives.
They go back to being the greedy self centered politicians that they all are.
But in this moment, they are all one hopeful beating heart.
If I remember correctly, this happened on my anniversary. I remember the news breaking in to our regularly scheduled programming (perhaps it wasn't that exciting an anniversary or we'd celebrated another day?). I like the way you point out the people in this picture (and the one assassinated) were once children, belonged to someone. I think of that a lot, when I see horrible things/people on TV--I think that was someone's little boy once. He was a baby. It makes coming to grips with some of the awful things people do even more unfathomable.
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