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The image itself is searing. I won't reproduce it here. By now it has become refugee porn, and the poor kid needs to rest in peace. Maybe I'm old-school that way, but we should be moved by such images into action, not sententious rhetoric. Yes, a picture may be worth a thousand words. But sometimes it's just cheap emotional shorthand, like teddy bears at makeshift memorials. We always run the risk of gourmandizing on these things, feeling good about feeling bad. Aren't we empathetic? Oh, yes.