It’s easy to hate a guilty man. A hard man. A killer. It’s easy to feel outrage for his crime, to desire retribution, accountability, punishment. It’s human nature; and we’re all human, no more, no less. It’s easy to mourn the victim, to feel horror at his final moments, the cruel senselessness of his death. [...]
I’m staring out of my frosted kitchen window right now, gazing at the white-coated garden that has been rendered Siberian after last night’s heavy snowfall. And while drinking in the wintry scene, I’m remembering another freezing February day, all of four decades ago and a thousand miles away from where I am now, as I [...]
Wendy Skorupski 