...the morality of the artist is irrelevant to the value of the 'thing made'. In other words an evil carpenter can make a beautiful and fully functional chair. So each of us -- particularly if we are from the Western developed economies -- has to come to terms with the destruction and the deprivation on which virtually ALL of our prosperity lies. Each of us is implicated whether we take pictures or not. But this has no affect on the value of the photography or, in my case, writing that we might do. Here, the standards are as they have forever been: the infinite possibilities for beauty, authority, and power when we manage to serve the requirements of form and the requirements of truth.
Firm, but faulty - it's an individual call but I don't accept for myself that "my works can justify my bad actions" or that I am responsible for others suffering. Others certainly do and might.
I spent about a month in Haiti after the quake and saw the spectrum, flying food, Drs and meds around out of PaP, which was the nexus of (early) logistics, hospital care, UN force, 82nd Airborne, Haitian government, and anyone entering or leaving.
Blundering minor US politicians (what are you doing here?), big photo and network people flew in, got in the way for a couple hours and took off before tea. There were no hotel bars left standing and the stocked G-V was already flight-planned back to Miami. See Yaaah!
Their pics and stories ran for 2 weeks w/o much update, but that was all the product that the market needed. Awareness and billions in aid were raised. Success - they did their job. (Must say that we did feel a bit of self-righteous scorn for them.)
There were some volunteers, photographing everything, who did little to nothing else and were labelled "DTs," or disaster tourists. There to gather stories for the other ex-pats on Montparnasse? I don't know (just, please, step over there).
In contrast, the doctors and nurses at the Univ. of Miami hospital at the airport never saw Haiti; they walked off the NASCAR-team donated aircraft and into the operating tent for a week or two, worked to exhaustion, then back onto the plane. Heroic. They inspired everyone to lend a hand at any task and work as hard as they could. (I now want my kids to be doctors.)
But, I came to the conclusion that all I had to do was help 1 person and the effort would be worth it. Any more is gravy. It's an effort of individuals. (We had fun making action poses in the yard where we slept.) - Charlie