James Bulger. My brother was the same age (and called Jamie which all the media called James) and I am the same age as his killers. I think that was my first exposure and realisation that horrible things can happen to innocents.
Damilola Taylor. He was ten when he died, stabbed in a tower block stairwell.
Beslan siege. This sounds silly, but I was about 22-ish at the time, and it was probably the first time I’d really thought about ‘terror’ happening outside of America and possibly the U.K. I don’t know why! I remember watching it unfold on tv, unable to look away but just crying. I think I called in sick to work.
Rhys Jones. Age 11, playing on his bike in Liverpool not too far from where I live, was shot and killed. The absolute horror of watching that unfold on tv.
And that little Syrian boy washed up on the beach. I’ve never been as inconsolable as I was when I saw that picture. I have a little boy of my own who was about the same age. I think it’s a ‘but for the grace of god’ type thing that relating it back to my own world is very effecting. Or maybe just because it’s awful.
Needless to say, I don’t read or watch the news much anymore. I can’t take the awfulness. I can’t bear it.