You must have seen this in the news. One father, valiantly trying to contain his emotions, approaches a gurney in a morgue where a lifeless body - belonging to his only son, Marvin Reglos, killed in yet another hazing incident - is covered in white cloth. He lifts the sheet, sees just enough of his son, then desperately lets out all the pain and anguish that he dammed inside of him since he first heard about what happened to his son. Seeing the truth, there is nothing left to do but grieve, and this he does by pouring his profound sorrow in tears and wails of grief as he collapses into the arms of equally bereaving family members, also trying to find solace in him.
In fact, we have seen similar scenes before: executed drug couriers, tortured and murdered OFWs, met for the first time by loved ones; OFWs coming home to a dead kin, a victim of local violence, parents, wives, children of slain soldiers ambushed by ruthless enemies - all the drama, pain and grief delivered to our living rooms courtesy of eager reporters, trying to get the best shot and the rawest sound byte of pure, unadulterated sorrow. This is reality TV at its most real.
This is a part of media reporting that I find disgusting.
And you and I should not have seen any of those footages.
