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  • Sat on an old style train, rumbling and humming along the tracks taking me ever closer to a tube strike, as a read the Metro. Front page is the conviction of a famous paedophile and the stabbing of a teacher in Leeds.

    Horrific. She was TEACHING for God's sake. What are kids learning about conflict if their answer to whatever problem this child had was to stab a 61 year old woman in the back??

    I felt a little upset at this story. Mrs Maguire will be talked about by those pupils for years, and many will be affected. The teachers will be terrified, and consistently have no protection against increasingly badly behaved children who even I, as a policeman, find impossible to deal with. In most cases their human compassion is completely absent. In the worst, it is their respect for human life which is rotten.

    I am victim-oriented. I couldn't give less of a fuck about these kids who cause misery to others. I'm here to make lives better, but not for those who are the cause.

    Reading the article made me consider how people feel reading the paper. Passengers in particular are a captive audience. Thousands of Metros and Standards must be picked up, read to varying degrees and discarded every single weekday. So as they sit/stand there (expertly managing to change pages while maintaining control of balance/grip/coffee) what do they FEEL at being confronted with whatever stories daily. Does anybody notice as a reader wells up a little at a death or disaster? Or a Monday-morning-frown breaking it a bright smile or a giggle?

    Inside each and every one of us ensued in the daily battle of Commuting there is a soul, though Londoners are infamous for forgetting that, which can be touched in some way by these stories and it is right to do that.

    Retaining humanity, compassion and a penchant for non-violent solutions are what make society work. When individuals fail to comprehend these, people die and lives are destroyed. The family of Mrs Maguire will never truly get justice for this travesty, but hopefully a few other readers will understand the horror of this incident and will take ’a second to step out of their commute and feel something. It makes us human.
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