Errol Morris: I get tortured by stuff. I don’t have the answers. I’d like to have the answers but I don’t have them. I would get into arguments with people about Sabrina’s smile. A recurring question, “How can you get past the smile? She’s a monster. Just look at the smile.” And I would say, “But wait a second. She isn’t complicit in the murder. This is someone murdered by the CIA, and she’s taking pictures to provide evidence of a crime.”
. . . It’s not as though I see these so-called “bad apples” as stain-free, as in no way morally compromised. I see them quite differently. But there’s a sense of outrage, and I can’t really describe it any other way.
If I look at a photograph and I’m presented with the question of why is the person who took the photograph of the crime spending time in jail and the person who committed the crime skating away, I feel a sense of outrage. I don’t know of any other way to describe it. It makes me angry. It’s outrageous. I don’t care ultimately about all the niceties of this debate. To me it comes down to something very, very simple. What kind of a country do we want to live in? What is this country about? I’m a good old-fashioned populist guy. If I see little guys taking the blame and the big guys skating away pinning medals on each other’s chest, I am outraged. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s not politics – it’s outrageous! It’s wrong!
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