I don’t know whether I can find words that describe the horror of what I’m feeling, what I imagine the parents and the children are feeling, let alone the legal team.
I don’t know how “they” can get away with it: the liars, cruel and violent people.
I don’t know why the jury couldn’t see the light.
But I do know that I cry.
And now I found Nelson Mandela as the only consolation. For it’s not just about parents, children and paedophilia. It’s also about Africa and racism.