The War Reporter Paul Watson on War Reporting
In the beginning it was just because
I felt insecure. I'm sure you used to
feel the same way too. I wanted people
to say I was brave, and heroic. Then
I grew to hate it but still I needed
that fix of adrenalin. Where I am
right now? I don't need it. But now I see
the other reporters doing my job
just don't get it. Or if they do get it
there's no way they're going to tell it because
they want a seat at the Sunday morning
round table. They want their own show. They want
a bank of studio lights powered by
generators outside the embassy.
I just want to chip away at the lies
now. But that's a losing game. Most people
don't care what's going on, or they don't know
what they're supposed to do. The phosphorous
bombs dropping on Fallujah in '04
that melted the skin off children. I could
go on and on and on and on. I see
it like a labyrinth. If you get the truth
you get out. But you don't, it just gets worse,
you get more lost. And the harder you try
the darker it gets. As opposed to what,
being like you, I suppose. Right? Who cares?
Let's watch some more TV. Let's drink more wine.
As long as I'm safe I don't need to do
anything. See, this is why I don't talk
to people. People ask me these questions
they don't want answers to.