“No, stop. Don’t pull the pin yet. Wait until I walk away.”
Some of you may recall that I had written a piece about Graham Bowley and his delightful foray into sensitive, caring journalism. And a follow up. And, well, I wasn’t exactly alone in my thoughts on the piece. Not by a long shot.
In putting together this post, I re-read his initial piece on Sahar Gul, and you know, this time around I didn’t have the same reaction. In fact, I saw his piece for what it truly was: a reporter stepping outside the journalistic bounds of pure objectivity and just looking out for the interests of a young Afghan girl.
All of the above would be true if I’d been struck repeatedly in the head with a ball peen hammer.