Innocent

Imagine being jailed for something you didn’t do. Not just an objective, academic ‘that’s-a-bit-unfair’ injustice, but the stomach-churning anguish of not being believed, of knowing you’re innocent but, with no advocate and no redress, you sit in your cell with little to think about but the irrational injustice of it all.

Or worse, on death row.

Mainly because it’s topical

Three year old Jason was chasing five year old Robert.  R slammed door on J.  When J’s fingers were in the hinge jamb.  And jammed were J’s fingers, taking on a decidedly flat look.  Squeals of shock and pain.  Robert’s even greater shock, when he saw the damage he’d done.  The consequence he’d never anticipatedContinue reading “Mainly because it’s topical”