Every non-fiction storyteller, whether they use images or words, enters the world on a sham. They burst out of the gates, all curious and bright-eyed, salivating after ‘The Truth’. “I’m a messenger!” they declare. “A conduit, a vessel, an impartial observer. Feed me the world in all of its chaos and I’ll feed you nothing but fact!” The delusion sets in hard and fast, but it only lasts so long. Once they see themselves in the stories they tell, slowly the spell starts to break.
Howard Zinn once said “it’s impossible to be neutral,” and he couldn’t have made it any more clear. “Why should we cherish ‘objectivity’, as if ideas were innocent, as if they don’t serve one interest or another?” And yet, the self-deception lingers on. There is…