Sara W.
Yelp
My hubby use to be a photojournalist and I love photography, so when we saw an exhibit on Pulitzer Prize Photographs was showing, we had to go. I don't know what I thought I was going to see, but I went in excited and curious and came out the other side, devastated, eyes filled with tears. My heart had been ripped out and lay somewhere behind me in a puddle of sorrow, despair and absolute horror. I was naive I suppose and I wanted my rose colored glasses back...unfortunately, I can't unsee what I just saw. I am humbled by the courage and the bravery of some of these photojournalists. I don't know how they can sleep at night having witnessed such atrocities. My first instinct is to wish I had never seen these photographs. Then I realized that we must see them, so we know. So we can maybe make a difference, make things better, appreciate all the good we do have. I know I am deeply grateful that I have never experienced such evil, the excruciating horror and I pray I never do These powerful photographs changed me. One in particular will haunt me the rest of my life...
Thank you to all the photojournalists out there in the trenches, risking their lives to show us the ugly truth.
St. Louis is lucky to have such a wonderful museum that brings us wonderful exhibits that move us, make us think and hopefully, make us better humans. Everyone who was working the front desk and the lovely gift shop were amazing. You could tell they love their job and made the experience of visiting the History Museum that much better. Just one last warning on the Pulitzer Prize Photographs exhibit; not for children or the gentle of heart. And, yes that includes me...I shouldn't have gone, but I'm glad I did. Now let me go scream at the sky...