Imagine yourself as those kids
Van Badham on twitter wrote "This is a really interesting way of phrasing “listened to the screams of the tiny, powerless children he had trapped in the car as they succumbed to the flames he himself had lit”. Imagine yourself as those kids, their last seconds of life in that car. Then reread the headline." When I do that, I can only cry. It's an existential grief, haven't we all been children once? I was. A child, terrified by a drunken lout who kicked in the front door of our public housing to abuse my mother and us kids while we were having a bath. It was the price you paid for being poor and fatherless. He didn't set fire but he could have. He was big, powerfully built and on another blinder. Somehow mum pacified him enough, we survived. All around me, good dads took their boys to footy, rewarded their daughters with princess presents and generally played the role expected of them. Some of them were alcoholics like the succes