The Real Price

BY AMANDA SOTO

Going to St. Bride’s Church in London made me realize that journalists are not just people stuck inside a computer typing away or even in an office protected by a cubicle. When I saw the memorial for fallen journalists, all I could think was that this could be one of us one day. Traveling with these wonderful journalists and getting to know them and some of their dreams, many of who will go abroad and cover conflict stories, is what made seeing this memorial real.

Having a place located in the heart of London dedicated to journalists and the sacrifices some make in order to tell the rest of the world what is going on is an almost chilling experience. We are all real people with real thoughts and real dreams, most of which are to just take one meaningful picture or write the most truthful sentence there ever was.

This is precisely why I decided to dig deeper into how many journalists have died covering stories. I was under the impression that they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. When I read the stories about how they were killed, I realized many journalists are killed in crossfire, but almost all were targeted and had a hit on them. Some were murdered or shot point blank in the head. Shot while walking down the street, attacked in their homes, their families victimized and their bodies brutalized. The only thing they have in common is that they were all searching for the truth.

Learn more at the Committee to Protect Journalists Web site.

It will change how you read foreign news.

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2 Responses to The Real Price

  1. Austin says:

    journalism’s no joke!

  2. Dr Bill Silcock says:

    I went back to St. Bride’s today. I find solace there. A noon a classical musical concert played — local college students performing Mendelssohn. I couldn’t help but think how many of the journalist who’ve died covering war were about their age. Some older. Some younger. The song of life was sucked out of them. The melody of saddness must still linger with their loved ones, colleagues and perhaps the audience. Sometimes the audience– and of course I include myself– is very selfish. We have no idea the sacrifice made on behalf of getting the truth. Thank heaven for St. Bride’s that gives us a place to remember. And to never forget. Thanks Amanda for bringing this story to life through your slideshow for all the world to see – and never forget.

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