A man was pushed onto the subway tracks last week and struggled to get out while a station full of people watched. Even more chillingly, someone took a photograph. I heard a radio commentator explain that this happens with crowds. Everyone thinks someone else will take care of the problem. Maybe it’s a message for us all. Maybe it suggests that we might approach problems—not just a stranger who needs help, but everything: climate change; torture; war; extinction; deforestation– as if it is just us on the subway platform, alone, and one man, asking for help.
Sometimes I imagine that writing about problems is enough. It’s what I do, write. It’s what I’m best at, but maybe that’s like being the man with the camera, taking a picture while the train comes.