Sometimes you hear about something, and it’s so impactful that it makes it impossible to even attempt to be funny for the rest of the day.
A television reporter and cameraman in Virginia were killed this morning, live on air while filming a segment, by a disgruntled — and clearly psychologically disturbed — former employee of the station.
The reporter, Alison Parker, 24, and cameraman, Adam Ward, 27, are dead. Two young people who were just trying to do their job, and had a long career and life ahead of them. The killer committed suicide a few hours later.
As a journalist, this especially hits home for me. I know what it’s like to be young and eager in this industry, while starting at the bottom of the totem pole and genuinely being excited to cover local news. Just by looking at Alison Parker’s Facebook and Twitter page, I can tell that she embodied what it meant to be a young and cheerful aspiring journalist.
Not to mention, she was beautiful, too. And now we’ll never get to see what her career would have amounted to. And Ward was engaged, eagerly awaiting what would have been the happiest day of his life.
The details are horrific. The killer premeditated the attack, waiting for the cameras to go on air so it could be captured live. The broadcast actually caught the beginning seconds of it as it happened. There’s no violence captured on camera, but you can hear it. Watch with caution.
Parker had a smile on her face up until the millisecond the gunshots fire. The very last thing she ever expected was that her life was about to end.
People are fucking sick. And things like this make it terrifying to know that every day we step outside, some psychopath with a gun can change everything in the blink of an eye.
Not that it’s related at all, but I was watching the movie Pleasantville this morning on TV, for the first time in a while. It’s about a community of people who follow the same exact routine every day. Nothing bad ever happens and they live in blissful ignorance. That is, until Tobey Maguire and Reese Witherspoon screw it all up.
The whole thing is a joke, but sometimes I can’t help but think that, sometimes, it would be nice to live in Pleasantville. Even if it means missing out on some of life’s biggest thrills.
Because, if that were the case, at least Alison Parker and Adam Ward would still be alive. RIP.