I've read somewhere that the new photojournalism is a different animal; the technique, nowadays, is to arrive after the event and then record the special effects that said event caused to occur within the time frame of its manifestation, and then probe its residual memory within the realm of the present. (In fact, now that I reconsider, I believe that I am more or less quoting the delightful Annie L from her personal odyssey into the war zones of the Balkans with her erstwhile companion Susan Sontag. You can't get more validation that that.)
I feel specially privileged to have come across this particular scene which reveals, at least to the gifted viewer, the dynamic of the visceral reactions of the beast unleashed.
These are momentous days in which we live.
Rob C