The Pulitzer prize

Went to church this morning and a pastor talked about this photo briefly:

The Pulitzer Prize Winning Photo taken by Kevin Carter in 1994 A vulture is stalking a little girl in Sudan as this girl was trying to make her way to the feeding center. At about 1km from the UN camp, she collapsed. Kevin crouched to photograph her, positioned himself for the best possible image and waited for 20 minutes, hoping the vulture would spread its wings. However it did not. After he took his photographs, he chased the vulture away and left the girl to struggle alone in fear of contracting a disease.

He won the Pullitzer Prize in 1994 for feature photography, but committed suicide on the same year, burdened with guilt and sadness.

I'm not trying to reprimand him, despise him or judge him. When i tried to search for information about this issue, the impression most people gave was as if Kevin was inhumane, another "vulture" in disguise, money slave, someone who exchanged his soul for a prize winning photo, sickening etc.

Why do we all just sit back, look at the photo and shake our heads? Is it really the fact that someone took the photo that upsets us, or is it the fact that the photo was there taken that upsets us? Who are we to judge that photographer when we are not even on ground zero, but sitting comfortably behind the screen watching all the suffering happened? Please. The girl is still alive. If you really think Kevin is the biggest sinner on earth, why can't you forgive him and love him in return? Why fault him alone when people around the world are talking different photos of people suffering?

I'm not supportive of his action definitely, and my heart pour out for that little girl. But i'm not supportive, nor joining those accusers as well.

Don't be a bloody hypocrite and say you love the unseen God when you yourself cannot even love the sinners around you.