The thing about the JonBenet case and other cases of missing pretty white kids, is that news media of today wants to be Hollywood, and to be Hollywood, they need pretty, well packaged images, tons of salaciousness, and the eternally held-out hope of a neatly tied-up ending. I can think back and remember that the news was once about the news. It was reported by a person at a desk who's relative attractiveness or lack there of was not at issue, and it was relevent and it was based on facts, and it was considered shameful to even touch the speculation. I am horrified at how reporting has shifted, and the warped image of what is to be valued that is reflected back.
It's pitiful.
Here in Winnipeg, as an example, when pretty blond
Dru Sjodin went missing in North Dakota it was front page news and got tons of TV and print media coverage, but when an aboriginal teenager named
Sunshine Wood went missing shortly after from our own city, she got hardly any coverage at all. Sjodin's alledged killer is currently on trail, while Wood is still missing with no leads.
In Canada, the epidemic of missing (and mostly ignore) aboriginal women is terrifying to me and my girlfriends, because it's our peer group. The trial of
Robert Pickton, who is currently being tried for murdering 27 women (who were mostly aboriginal - some were prostitutes, but some had no criminal background what so ever) is basically the tip of the iceburg. I have an article right in front of me that states that "over the past 30 years 500 aboriginal women have either gone missing or been found dead." It terrifies me. I worry that one day, I or one of my friends might dissapear, and that because of our race, the case will get little attention - that we will be blamed for being born with brownish coloured skin, and for living in a lower income neighborhood. We will be written off the page. We are not valued.
It took the police more than 14 years to realize Pickton was out there, picking these women off. 14 years worth of murders and no one noticed?! The aboriginal community was aware of the problem, and kept saying that there was a pattern, but was mostly ignored. More than five years ago, I had been warned by other aboriginal women to watch out because there's a serial killer on the lose killing us off. It's a nightmare. As I walked to work on International Women's day last year, here in Winnipeg, women had set up a silent protest - 55 signs for the 55 aboriginal women who are either missing, or who have been the victims of unsolved homicides in my Provence, had been posted in row upon row in front of the parliament building. They were clearly meant to look like tombstones, and it was horrific and chilling. I froze in my tracks because one of the signs was painted in a children's hand and it simply read "I miss my Mommy." I stood there for a moment choking on my tears, unsure if I could make it to work, feeling so powerless... These women are all someone's daughter.... Fuck.
I just don't know what to say. What is reported, what is given weight, the new cult of orgiastic speculation, all frustrates me immensely. Where value is placed, and the the media's total detachment from the idea of objectivity... it's disgusting. Basically disgusting.