Just got off the phone with my mother in America.
All they've seen is Amanda Knox's family, doing the talk show rounds.
I grew up in America, we have a different outlook to here. Just do. Particularly towards shopping/snitching if you are not in a gang.
I don't know what to think anymore.
I'm not from Wash state. It's hard to know, what they think like.
Believe or not, there can be some pretty vast cultural, geographical and socioeconomic differences.
I just can't coming back to Meredith Kercher, and my time working in the TX and CO state courts.
How I learned what it is like to die of a slit throat from evidence.
How I feel for her family and not so much for the others because yeah, years on, they don't demonstrate throught for Miss Kercher's.
Maybe that means something, maybe it doesn't.
But somehow to me, it does.
I'm marked by what I saw, by what I heard.
And I still say, I still hope, I still think, first and foremost, not of anyone else first before Meredith Kercher's family.
Because I've had people I have known murdered.
It happens often enough in the US. It happened where I was from, when crack came on the scene.
And I hope, I hope they've found Parents of Murdered Children website.
I hope they've found support.
Because I know, they will never know peace or time heals all wounds or any of that shit the people who don't know say or write.
Their girl's life was marked by her death.
And whatever miscarriage of justice that people debate about, it's nothing compared to the end Meredith Kercher met.
So goodnight, Miss Kercher, and if your friends or family members might see this, and I know from being here long enough that they do, know that there are those of us who think first and foremost of your girl, and hope you find support.