Yes, but don't you think that this treatment actually increases the horrific realization thereof?
In a backhanded way, haven't they done us a service?
Personally, I don't need anything to "increase the horrific realization thereof". One of those people going off the roof may have been one of my high school friends. It's about at "max horribleness", there nowhere for it to increase to.
Discussing the photo in the abstract without regard to the human subject and his fate really rubs me the wrong way (obviously).
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I find I am still very angry at those cowards who forced people to die this and other ways. Cowards who would have humanity and identity stripped from them to make room for the agenda that motivated these murderous acts of terror.
I look at these pictures and think; "Never again." We owe those who died and who lost loved ones to make justice and deterence central to anything we do in reaction to that horrible day, September 11, 2001.
I thought that the following paragraph captured a lot of the horror and terror the people in the towers were forced to experience.
THEY BEGAN JUMPING NOT LONG after the first plane hit the North Tower, not long after the fire started. They kept jumping until the tower fell. They jumped through windows already broken and then, later, through windows they broke themselves. They jumped to escape the smoke and the fire; they jumped when the ceilings fell and the floors collapsed; they jumped just to breathe once more before they died. They jumped continually, from all four sides of the building, and from all floors above and around the building's fatal wound. They jumped from the offices of Marsh & McLennan, the insurance company; from the offices of Cantor Fitzgerald, the bond-trading company; from Windows on the World, the restaurant on the 106th and 107th floors—the top. For more than an hour and a half, they streamed from the building, one after another, consecutively rather than en masse, as if each individual required the sight of another individual jumping before mustering the courage to jump himself or herself. One photograph, taken at a distance, shows people jumping in perfect sequence, like parachutists, forming an arc composed of three plummeting people, evenly spaced. Indeed, there were reports that some tried parachuting, before the force generated by their fall ripped the drapes, the tablecloths, the desperately gathered fabric, from their hands. They were all, obviously, very much alive on their way down, and their way down lasted an approximate count of ten seconds. They were all, obviously, not just killed when they landed but destroyed, in body though not, one prays, in soul.