Sorry to correct you, but that’s not what happened. He did help. He chased away the vulture and the child did reach the UN aid station. He died 4 years later of fever, according to the child’s father.
Kevin Carter (the photographer) continued to photograph. Until it got too much. The trauma was getting to him. No one helped.
In March, 1993, he took photos of three Afrikaner Weerstandsbeweging members being shot for their part in the invasion of Bophuthatswana before the South African election. His photo made the front page of almost every paper around the world. They credited him for creating public awareness.
It was trauma that did him in. 11 years photographing the horrors of the world. When he committed suicide, he left a note that said;
The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist. …depressed … without phone … money for rent … money for child support … money for debts … money!!! … I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain … of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners …
As for God — I don’t really know what I believe. Do I believe there is something in the universe bigger than us? Good grief, I hope so. I hope humans aren’t as good as it gets, because what a horrid thought.
Do I think that entity controls us? No. I don’t. I believe it’s entirely feasible that if the words was set into motion by some being greater than us, that doesn’t necessarily make that being all powerful.
I am a parent. I created a child. Gave her life. After that? Any parent who thinks they are truly in control is fooling themselves. You know?
Merry Christmas. :)