The job of the writer is to engage people on the horrors of the world even if they don’t care – they do not! – about all of the wrongs because it is how they themselves pretend to be willing to die for truth but actually only care about when their time will come and how their children might cry about that and then carry on and be worse.
So, no, none of it really matters.
What if they don’t need the writer to engage them in the horrors of the world, because they are living it. Maybe they care and it matters to them?
I guess that’s what I’m getting at. Unless one is directly affected, the engagement is superficial at best.