Lasallian Recollection 2: A Learning Experience

“Using your talents and abilities would benefit for those who are poor, in any aspect.”

Interaction between the artist and the poor

There are two artists, namely Joey Velasco and Kevin Carter. Take note, they’re both gone in this world. The first one died of sickness, and the latter took his own life tragically.

Joey Velasco


firesetternews.blogspot.com|Hapag Ng Pag-Ibig is like Velasco’s version of The Last Supper, only that the apostles are children.

This guy by profession was an entrepreneur, but his hobbies were photography and painting. Of course, it is not unusual to us that he paints pictures of children with the Lord Jesus Christ.

This painting alone has a very deep story: These twelve children painted have their own stories. One of them is street-smart, who cried when he told the story when he was in prison with the adult prisoners who killed a cockroach for them to eat. Another one is the traumatized young girl who was sexually abused at four years old; whenever she sees a guy, she gets scared, due to trauma. Well, this is a must-watch video:


This is the story behind… Hapag Ng Pag-Ibig, aka “Canvas ng Lipunan.”

You will be touched with the stories of the children, especially the one who was… tortured by his own drunkard father who did nothing but to physically hurt his own child just to get what he wants. Isn’t that a ridiculously stupid thing to do?

The final picture shown in the docu goes to this photo:


mosaicbaptist.com|This is Kevin Carter’s award-winning photograph.

Yes, the child’s name is… “Sudan,” according to Velasco. That’s right. This is Kevin Carter’s photograph that was eventually questioned… which, led him to suicide. Here’s his story.

Kevin Carter

Born in 1960 in South Africa, it is no doubt that he was born during the Apartheid, an ideology of racial segregation. Well, let’s skip to the part of the photograph.

He was letting the vehicle he rode to stop, and he saw this scenario. He was actually waiting for the vulture to spread its wings, but it was moving back and forth, without even spreading its wings. So what Carter did was, he took the vulture’s photo together with the child as is, then shooed the vulture away.

He sent all his photographs to the editor of the newspaper/magazine and yes, the editor checked the photographs… and what the editor said? The photo of the vulture with the child is so far, the most striking. No wonder, this led the Pulitzer prize something to send him a letter to be awarded in the US.

Carter then received the award for photojournalism because of his photo. Everyone applauded and praised him… however, one old man from Helping Africa raised his hand… and he asked, “What happened to the child after you took this photo?”

Everyone was waiting for the answer… and he answered, “Nothing.”

Thinking of someone who has won the award (yes, the award is at his hand), ended up in criticisms. Thinking that Carter grew up during the Apartheid, the incident led him to depression. He went back to his hometown in Johannesburg and he locked himself in his room, and NO, not even a single person should talk to him, and here’s what happened… food is just placed near his door.

It’s been months, then he started cleaning up himself, and went to the garage just to drive his own pick-up truck, and went to the river where he used to play as a child. What happened was, he taped a water hose to his exhaust pipe and placed the other side to the passenger seat window. When he started the engine again, this started his suicide. He died of carbon monoxide poisoning.

What we learned from their stories

Of course, it is NOT mistaken that these people showed off their talents. If Carter had a very tragic ending, Velasco had a very peaceful ending. In the case of Velasco, God called him back to heaven due to his works that touched so many lives. It is a sing that God was really happy that His Son Jesus is represented as someone who rides in with the poor people.

Guys, let us learn to interact with the poor, even at our free time, by simply giving them a single peso. We think that their dirty faces and frail bodies are an eyesore, but we do not know the story behind it. Yes, we may be as greedy as a luxurious yet heartless king, but let’s not forget that we are human too, and these children on the streets are human, too. We have our own stories, they have their own. It’s not all the time we get what we want; we should at least, plan for it and make a final decision.

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Posted on February 4, 2012, in Colleges and Universities, De La Salle University, Opinion, The Theologian and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Hi, Angela! This is probably my favorite post from your blog. Hope you write more entries like this 🙂

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