For some journalists, originality can count for more than accuracy. We wish to place a conglomerate of words on the page as an edifice to self – which is otherwise known as our byline. I prefer accuracy. And while not maestro di color che sanno – having no title, office on a seventh floor – observations have been made regarding those who travel the path to Round Rock, who come to a deserved end.
A sustained friendship with an individual who exhibits fascination with explosive packets is what brings originality to the story. The disclaimer, is that my assessment may not be entirely accurate. But interaction provides for a rudimentary profile and future model for journalism.
The binary liquids of acetone and peroxide lay foundation for what is also a binary profile regarding personality and temperament of a non-affiliated bomber. The temperament is like obsidian. Holding it in the hand, it is smooth and strong. But it is birthed with a volcanic center. The center, is not always easily seen.
The personality is binary in nature too. Ambush. Intimidation. These are the binary emotional liquids which fuel the cathedral to self as the device is built. The spire-like wires foretell not of salvation, but destruction as they are carefully placed.
It is not the construction and detonation of the device which bring biological release (aka erection) in the male. That is the warm up. It is the foreplay. Intimidation, is what brings the greater satisfaction.
Scanning the headlines… looking for words like “terrorize”, “fearful” “intimidation”, “bomber” and “victims” gives one hell of an emotional and biological pay-off. The ambush is immortalized by the intimidation. The ambush, finds meaning in the intimidation.
My most recent ambush and intimidation occurred when I separated myself from a greater crowd to head to a second home where the party would continue. The individual ambushed me alone and tucked into a corner near the front door. It was followed by a bit of intimidation. Not being one to take it on the nose, I also returned the verbal ambush and intimidation. At an earlier encounter months before, the individual had made it abundantly clear that he liked to intimidate people in small spaces. Well, it kinda’ worked, on a “game on” level.
There is a great scene in “Red Dragon”. The agent gives the journalist a profile of the killer – insulting and meant to bait – to draw the killer out. While this is very enjoyable to watch, it is my belief that in dealing with binary temperament and personality bombers, the opposite should hold true.
When these events occur, headlines should not use the word “bomber” but merely “individual”. There should be no pronoun use, no qualifiers nor adjectives which allow the perpetrator to pick up the scent of intimidation.
“Bomber Terrorizes Region”. Nope. “This Individual Will be Apprehended” is the better headline.
Victims? Only ages and genders should be noted. “Two Little Girls and their Grandmother have Died.” Nah. “Three Females, ages 4, 7, and 59 have Died.” There can be an annotation in the body of the text that victims will be further identified and honored after the “individual” is apprehended. The bomber blew the flesh off his victims. He should not be able to see the flesh placed back by granular identity markers associated with his victims. There should be no “mangle-a-trois” between bomber, device and victims.
Now while Facebook and social media platforms will flesh out the rest (bad choice of words, here) what must be denied to the Round Rock personality is any headline, scrap of information, which satiates the God of Intimidation.
Basically, deny bombers a media platform. Let it be like the adage, “If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it….” Let the sound of the bomb blast, the debris field, and the evidence all be confined to the smallest possible geographic perimeter. And for the camp of the journalists? A reminder that sensationalism, projection of fear, and elevation of the bomber to celebrity status further fuels the emotional binary liquids which course through the veins of the perpetrator.
Shut down the circus. Do not let the clown into the press box. And then – deal with the Round Rock.
*Note – I prefer the earlier film “Manhunter” – but both films include a scene with the journalist being coached on what to write.