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	<title>Comments on: There&#8217;s a film doing the rounds</title>
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		<title>By: Stan B.</title>
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		<description>I don&#039;t usually do &quot;these&quot; videos. It had a graphic warning, but this time, for some reason, I unwittingly ignored it. And there was no amount of violent Hollywood desensitization that could have possibly prepared one. In seconds,  the brutality of death overwhelmed the fragility of beauty, the promise of youth, and finally, the very thought of hope itself. It left no time for moral or meaning.

In an age when images rarely shock or move us, this one will forever haunt me. And when I again accidentally gazed upon the opening still later the same day, I realized why. She stares directly at us, knowingly or not, she confronts us and demands we bear witness to humanity&#039;s long history of depraved indifference.</description>
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<p>In an age when images rarely shock or move us, this one will forever haunt me. And when I again accidentally gazed upon the opening still later the same day, I realized why. She stares directly at us, knowingly or not, she confronts us and demands we bear witness to humanity&#8217;s long history of depraved indifference.</p>
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