If anyone is reading the report in full, the changing of police statements part is very interesting, begins on page 317 (2.11.47)
If anyone is reading the report in full, the changing of police statements part is very interesting, begins on page 317 (2.11.47)
Just read those parts.
Unreal the amount of shit they covered up. Sickening.
Outstand post, Gene.
I too have felt that way, many times in the past 23 years... That I don't 'deserve' to feel as torn up about it as I do, that I'm offending those who actually lost somebody that day by feeling like I do, as only an onlooker.
I understand exactly what you mean, and I echo every word.
Been reading about this all morning and read through this thread earlier but didn't post because I was afraid I'd post something overly emotional, which is how I was feeling. I only say 'overly' because despite being a Liverpool fan since the late 70s, and watching this on TV as a teenager, and then learning more about it years later primarily through the internet, I don't understand why this makes me so emotional because unlike some of you I wasn't there and I'm not from Liverpool. But it makes me very emotional, and weirdly embarrassed, because I don't understand why I have any right to get so emotional and then I feel a bit creepy and wonder what's wrong with me because nothing happened to me and this isn't my tragedy. I can't imagine how I'd be if I was in the same position as some of you, or was even from the effected community.
But there it is, it makes me emotional and I guess it does the same for plenty of others.
I've been thinking about it today though and it struck me that there are things, big things that happen during your life. Things that don't happen to you directly but that are defining narratives, stories that run alongside your own story and that without knowing it, you soak up and become part of how you see the world, or your country, or power or authority or whatever. I think knowing that gets me a bit closer to understanding why today mean something to many, many people who had no personal pain or tragedy on that terrible day.
The experience of those directly affected is on an entirely different level of course, and I'll say it again in case anyone misunderstands. But I think to varying degrees, we are unlucky to have lived through and witnessed this whether from near or far, unlucky to have been around to see innocent ordinary people dying like that and then to see their reputations brutalized by virtually all the institutions from which they were entitled to get respect and protection. We saw our world at its chaotic, unjust and painful worst and all of this has played a part in shaping the way many of us feel about police, judges, government...
But today I also realized that I'm lucky to have been around to see, once again from afar, an amazing 23 year battle between extraordinarily powerful (and corrupt) agents of authority, and loving, grieving families - being won by the families. Because of them, and those who have been unwavering in their support, the long-running story that has been with many of us for most of our lives seems to be, against all odds, ending with truth and justice on the winning side. These are families like my family and yours, and this is what love and solidarity can do. So I'm honored to have witnessed their struggle, priveleged to have seen their dignity, and in their debt for what they have shown me about the best of people.
YNWA
Been reading about this all morning and read through this thread earlier but didn't post because I was afraid I'd post something overly emotional, which is how I was feeling. I only say 'overly' because despite being a Liverpool fan since the late 70s, and watching this on TV as a teenager, and then learning more about it years later primarily through the internet, I don't understand why this makes me so emotional because unlike some of you I wasn't there and I'm not from Liverpool. But it makes me very emotional, and weirdly embarrassed, because I don't understand why I have any right to get so emotional and then I feel a bit creepy and wonder what's wrong with me because nothing happened to me and this isn't my tragedy. I can't imagine how I'd be if I was in the same position as some of you, or was even from the effected community.
But there it is, it makes me emotional and I guess it does the same for plenty of others.
I've been thinking about it today though and it struck me that there are things, big things that happen during your life. Things that don't happen to you directly but that are defining narratives, stories that run alongside your own story and that without knowing it, you soak up and become part of how you see the world, or your country, or power or authority or whatever. I think knowing that gets me a bit closer to understanding why today mean something to many, many people who had no personal pain or tragedy on that terrible day.
The experience of those directly affected is on an entirely different level of course, and I'll say it again in case anyone misunderstands. But I think to varying degrees, we are unlucky to have lived through and witnessed this whether from near or far, unlucky to have been around to see innocent ordinary people dying like that and then to see their reputations brutalized by virtually all the institutions from which they were entitled to get respect and protection. We saw our world at its chaotic, unjust and painful worst and all of this has played a part in shaping the way many of us feel about police, judges, government...
But today I also realized that I'm lucky to have been around to see, once again from afar, an amazing 23 year battle between extraordinarily powerful (and corrupt) agents of authority, and loving, grieving families - being won by the families. Because of them, and those who have been unwavering in their support, the long-running story that has been with many of us for most of our lives seems to be, against all odds, ending with truth and justice on the winning side. These are families like my family and yours, and this is what love and solidarity can do. So I'm honored to have witnessed their struggle, priveleged to have seen their dignity, and in their debt for what they have shown me about the best of people.
YNWA