HAS something gone adrift within the moral compass of our news reporting? In the past week, 64 Afghans have been killed in the largest bomb to have exploded in Kabul in 15 years. At least 340 were wounded.

The Taliban set off their explosives at the very wall of the “elite” security force – watch out for that word “elite” – which was supposed to protect the capital.

Whole families were annihilated. No autopsies for them.

Local television showed an entire family – a mother, father and three children blown to pieces in a millisecond – while the city’s ambulance service reported that its entire fleet (a miserable 15 vehicles) were mobilised for the rescue effort. One ambulance was so packed with wounded that the back doors came off their hinges. But Prince also died this week.

Now that Afghanistan is the country to which we and our EU partners are happily returning refugees on the grounds, Kabul and its surrounding provinces are “safe”.

It is, of course, a lie – as flagrant and potentially as bloody as the infamous weapons of mass destruction we claimed were in Iraq in 2003. By then, we had already promised the Afghans – in 2001 – that we wouldn’t let them down.

We wouldn’t forget them as we did after the Soviet war. A Blair promise, of course, and thus worthless.

There was another story on Afghan television last week, which carried its own dark implications for the future. A young man called Sabour was convicted of murdering two American advisers and told the court he had absolutely no regrets.

Afghan social media began to fill with comments in support of the man. He was “a real Afghan”, said one. “A true Afghan.” So much for Afghanistan and its utterly corrupt government and our continued claim that we support this bogus administration and that our advisers are there to produce, well, not “Jeffersonian democracy” – as the Americans coyly admitted in 2003 – but atleast stability.

But Prince also died this week.

Then there was the latest Mediterranean catastrophe. Up to 500 refugees and migrants were believed to have drowned after refugees from a small vessel sailing out of Libya were transferred onto a larger boat on which Egyptians, Ethiopians, Somalis and Sudanese were travelling.

The survivors were landed in Greece, some having seen their families drown. But there were no pictures of the sinking. No autopsies for them, of course. No dead little Aylan Kurdis washed up on a soft beach for the cameras. They simply drifted straight down to the depths of the ocean to join the other thousands of skeletons who never made it to Europe.

Do not reflect that 500 lives is almost exactly one-third the total passenger deaths on the Titanic.

Do not mention that another million human beings are likely to choose this Mediterranean passage now that we are closing the straits between Greece and Turkey. Because Prince died this week.

No, I don’t begrudge those who mourn this brilliant musician and the social revolution he represented. The Purple Rainsuperstar also had fans across the Middle East. There are Arab Facebooks aplenty today expressing their sorrow at his death. But I do wonder if we are going too far.

When network television presenters are expressing their condolences to the mayor of Minneapolis and the Eiffel Tower has turned purple, there must surely come a time when we ask ourselves if our sense of priorities has not lost all perspective. Could not one of those three dead children in Kabul have become a “Prince”? Or the children among the 500 souls on the sinking Mediterranean boat? Could not he or she have become a “superstar”? How about a few presenters expressing their sorrow for their deaths, too? The colour would be black instead of purple, of course.

The Eiffel Tower lights would have to be switched off. But this will not happen. Because Prince died this week.

By arrangement with The Independent

Published in Dawn, April 25th, 2016