Ahh, the old conundrum about whether or not a reporter reports on what he sees and experiences, or whether he gets involved.
As others have said, you couldn't help in the way you would want to, nor would you be welcomed at an aid camp if you turned up with a literal truckload of near dead babies.
One of my Wife's Nursing bosses was originally NZ Army trained and was in Vietnam for the duration of NZ's involvement. She subsequently volunteered for extensive placements with Red Cross in every crisis requiring outside aid, from Africa, to Europe, to Melanesia, and South America that I can think of. The fact is you can't save them all, and preference is given to children brought in with family members. Orphans compound the post crisis problems for a country in ways that mean that children keep dying when the aid is withdrawn.
The world isn't fair, the choices you have to make in those environments are about as rational as justifying dwarf tossing as a legitimate sport, and if you don't walk on by some of the time, you will end up dead, like that reporter that you can't muster any sympathy for. That photo op represents millions of children and vultures in the same plight, since the reality of post-colonial life hit home in Africa.
It's an emotive topic, and people see it as black and white. Fair enough. It's tough to look at. Talk to anyone who's worked in those environments and they are much tougher than you or I, but also vastly more compassionate, and much more connected to life in general. They tend to have sympathy for the smallest problems that people experience without reservation, or placing caveats on your personal situation, rich or poor, irrespective of ethnic background.
I'm often up in the early hours of the morning and I love watching BBC World. I've seen several articles of late about journalists and their experiences, and the overwhelming impression I got was that they all have regrets about things they haven't done, and the ones that have reported on starving or epidemic struck child populations all suffer from a huge amount of self-loathing.
As admirable as your sentiments are Mack, you would be mad within an hour if you took your convictions with you to an African famine and refused to adapt.
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