Rolling Stone magazine rolled out a cover for their August 2013 issue that’s been quite controversial over the past week and a half. The cover has been met with outrage and disappointment with Rolling Stone’s insensitive decision to blatantly showcase one of the Boston bombers (I will not refer to him by name) on the cover and tell his “story.” He’s being glamorized and people don’t like it.
We live in America where in no other country in the world are we afforded such God-given freedoms like freedom of speech. Rolling Stone has every right to print whatever they want on their covers. Rolling Stone magazine is not a person: it’s a corporation (contrary to what’s been said before). It’s an unfeeling, corporate, money-driven entity who’s sole purpose is to generate lots of revenue, no matter what the cost. Feelings have nothing to do with it. You may not like it, I certainly don’t, but it’s just the way it is.
However, the people running the machine could’ve shown a little compassion. They could’ve shown a little sensitivity. Where is their moral center? Where does common sense reside in the editor’s room? In a dark, musty corner long forgotten and discarded? They took the easy way and shirked any responsibility to its readers, the fine people of Boston and most importantly, the victims.
In my opinion, these four individuals have a much better story than what Rolling Stone dredged up. As I looked for their identities and for their pictures, I was moved by their stories. They were sons and daughters leading rich lives with so much promise.
Krystle always had a smile on her face despite the long hours at work as a dining room manager and dedicated her time to take care of her sick grandmother, taking two years in the process to do so. Lingzi was a statistics student from China working on her masters degree while living in Boston, a city she loved so much. Sweet little Martin was a typical young boy who was so full of life, loved hockey, loved school and had a loving family surrounding him. And Sean, the MIT police officer who was callously ambushed by the bomber that Rolling Stone callously glorified, was a big Boston sports fan and loved racing.
ANY of these worthwhile and fantastic human beings would’ve made a greater story and cover for the August 2013 issue. Tired of seeing the current cover on news racks, television, and online, I decided to make my own from scratch instead:
Martin Richard, Krystle Campbell, Lingzi Lu and Sean Collier. Remember their names and honor them.