I’ve been meaning to start
blogging again for weeks – but Jon Venables has brought me out of retirement.
It’s been like living in
the dark ages these past few days as the baying crowds, led as always by the
tabloids, have gathered with their pitchforks and spades, and rounded upon the
wounded Venables', seeking for the kill.
In an uncharacteristic demonstration of leadership the Government yesterday
decisively and unequivocally announced that ‘no’, Venables' identity would NOT
be compromised and ‘no’, details of the reasons for his recall would NOT be
released – because at the end of the day not only do they NOT have the right to
know – but they also have no need to know.
The snarling press have given a whimper, and for now at least, have
skunked away with their tails between their legs. No doubt they will return.
I can barely remember when I was 10. I was in primary 6 and Mrs Poole was my
teacher. There are other small fragments
in there – but it was a lifetime ago; a different life. I was a child. I cannot begin to imagine what it would have
been like to have to go through life constantly bearing the public shaming of
what I had done way back then.
I can barely imagine what it must be like to go
through life under a lie, with a false name and a false history, because if
people knew who I really was (and what I had done when I was 10!) they would
not only hate me, but some would want to kill me. Knowing that even those who have come to like
and love me the most only do so because they too believe the lie. Living in daily fear of being exposed – or lynched.
So what have we learned this week about Jon
Venables? He’s been living in the North
of England in a bed-sit by himself. He’s
been unable to form any meaningful relationships since his release. Struggling to cope it has been alleged he can’t
get through a day without drink and drugs.
All because of something he did when he was 10.
Of course there are many who argue that what he did was so serious that he doesn’t deserve to ever move on. That he should spend the rest of his life in
custody. But that is not justice – that is
vengeance.


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