I am tired, tired, tired tonight and blogging a little earlier than usual. It has been a bit of a traumatic week in the Muse household and not for the happiest of reasons. I have avoided blogging about it as I just wanted to move on and get over it. As usual, Mr S has given me food for thought and I need to get it out of my system so I CAN move on.
Tonights post is about vandalism and mindless violence and how it makes me feel physically sick to bear witness to it. What makes a person attack another for no apparent reason? Why are we even tolerating these people? Hmmm...questions I have to ask myself as I have been a victim of it this week.
Bonfire night arrived, cold and clear, perfect weather for watching the Fireworks. I didn't go, I hate the damn things and as far as I am concerned the best place to be on Bonfire Night is under the duvet with a torch and a good book. My kids are usually escorted to these events by their grandparents. That night, three cars parked outside my home (mine included) had their back windows smashed. I was bloody irritated when I discovered this the next morning. It had only been about a month since one of the council grass cutters had inadvertently put my side window in with a stone. However,it is only a car and not really worth getting too stressed about. I cleaned up the glass, battled howling gales to seal up the window and logged the incident with the police. I haven't heard anything from them thus far. Ce la vie...at least no one was hurt...or so I thought.
I live in a small market town in Cornwall and the news that followed that day was utterly shocking. On the night the vandals had been busy breaking glass, a firework had been put through the letterbox of a middle aged woman. The house went up in flames and whilst she heroically managed to get her 16 year old son out, she went back for her cats and lost her life. Awful, just awful and all because of a supposed prank? This was no prank. She was targeted. Her son has a learning disability and she was known to be victim of local thugs.
Yesterday the 11 year old (also fondly known as The Git) came in from school. He had been helped home by two friends. He was walking home in a daydream, as usual, when he was attacked by two boys in the same year as him. They smashed his head up against a fence post, kicked him to the ground and stabbed him in the hand with a compass. The two friends that helped him home were some way behind and witnessed this random and completely unprovoked attack. I am so angry that the moment I finally give him some personal freedom, two disgusting bullies are responsible for stealing his confidence. My heart breaks for my little boy.
The Git is pretty bruised and stressed, he has a sore head and is complaining of a ringing in his left ear. His hand has three wounds. Last night was difficult, he woke several times crying out for me. His friends have been bloody marvellous... bless their hearts. They were equally shocked and have been round several times to check on him.
My day has been spent dealing with his school and The Police. The school have reacted strongly and swiftly. Both boys have been excluded, they will decide whether to exclude them permanently when the police report comes in. The Police are sending an officer around tomorrow to take a statement from my son. All I can do is give him lots of love and reassurance and hope that this has not completely destroyed his new found self-reliance.
Deep breath! I heard today that 'The Washington Sniper' was executed in the early hours of this morning. An eye for an eye...The very thought makes me shudder. Are we any better than him if we kill another? Would I be any better than the bullies if I physically retaliated? What of the thugs that killed an innocent woman and orphaned her son? Three teenage suspects are being questioned as I write. Should we lock them in a house and set fire to it?
I cannot debate this with you, for the answer is simple to me. The answer is NO. We must lead by example. I, personally could not hurt another. I have the power of words to do that and I abhor physical violence. You will have to decide for yourselves.
Sorry the Blog has been a bit serious of late but shit happens and you have to deal with it.
Namaste
Muse x
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