A Witness Of The Attack That Took 84 Lives In France Was Very Upset That Her Shopping Spree Was Interrupted
Metro- A Sky News reporter asked Lucy Nesbitt-Comaskey to give her perspective as a British tourist in the area.
She replied: ‘The first thing about it and I know this is awful and maybe a bit selfish but it did spoil our shopping trip.
‘We bought all these lovely shopping [sic] and now I can’t be bothered with it – it just doesn’t mean anything now.’
Today, she apologised for her comments.
‘My sincere condolences to the French people who have lost their loved ones today in Nice. I’m deeply sorry if my interview with Sky News sounded uncompassionate [sic]. I was totally distressed and shocked. My words came out wrong. Once again sorry.’
I'm not exactly the most fluid of public speakers, but I do know that whatever follows "this is going to sound selfish" is going to sound laughably offensive when the question refers to a mass vehicular homicide that took the lives of 84 innocent people. Not to make a snap indictment of this woman's character, but self indulgence generally isn't manifested through distress and shock. I can't speak to the emotional state that one is in after witnessing such a catastrophic event, but it's probably safer to go the speechless route than it is to drop the most tone deaf quote - quite possibly - in history after having a first hand view of the carnage following a terrorist attack. Safe to say the contents of her bags are much more replaceable than the lost human lives laying in directly in front of her.
That being said, on the most uncommon of grounds I do sympathize with this woman. Not because I have ever loved a blouse so much that mourning the untimely tarnishing of it would take precedence over the mourning of a (then) countless number of my peers, but because I am starting to become desensitized by tragedy. It feels like every single day it's a new city that needs our prayers. Brussels, Paris, Orlando, Istanbul, Baton Rouge, Minnesota, Dallas, Nice. It disgusts me to even say it, but it's becoming harder and harder for me to let the deaths of strangers effect my mood simply because I would never be in a good mood if they did. If my heart truly went out to every victim of a senseless attack it would never even fucking reside in my chest. I would be an emotionally exhausted train wreck. I heard about the attack in Nice and my instinctual reaction was to shake my head and mutter "the world fucking sucks". It's gotten to the point where it's hardly even shocking anymore. Obviously that wouldn't be the case if I was 20 feet away checking out how my butt looked in a pair of jeans when a truck came barreling down the street killing 7 dozen mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons, and daughters. However, I do understand feeling a certain level of selfishness, because sometimes I just want to go on about my day without worrying about witnessing a scene like this...