In my own private thoughts, James Foley didn’t feel his execution. That there isn’t an evil enough in this world that would put a man to death in such a heinous and cruel way for an action he had no connection to other than that’s where he was born. It’s completely terrifying that such pure inhumanity exists within our species. It’s even more terrifying to know that your friends and colleagues and yourself are risking that each day. For the first time ever, I understand how my family views my choice desiered profession (in conflict photojournalism). I understand their contest to it. And even though I cannot even completely understand it myself, my draw to be there and witness and document for all else, I can’t fight it. It’s in my core.
In my own personal world, Jim didn’t feel any pain and there isn’t such an evil that would allow such pain to be inflicted purposely by oneself.
It’s a degree in seperation and it feels so real and incredibly painful, I can’t even imagine what his friends and family are going through.