I find publishing the (ubiquitous) portrait of Neda’s last breathing quite insensitive, unnecessary, and exploitative.
Without drawing a parallel intended, I don’t recall seeing the image of JFK’s blown skull in the presidential limo, or Robert Kennedy’s lifeless body on the floor all over the Democrat-leaning media.
Our higher culture, as some of us advocate it incessantly, is not measured by how we celebrate (or, not) the death of our foes, but by how we remember the lives of our friends.
