Now that I'm Petra's mother, I view the world from a more baby-focused perspective. The idea of unpleasant things happening to any child anywhere upsets me in an immediate personal way. For example, I recently saw a news item about drug raids which was illustrated with some stock footage of a raid on a crack house. The police burst in all hopped up on adrenaline, wearing gas masks and flak jackets and carrying huge guns, to find only a skinny young woman and her baby. They sat the mum and child (who would have been 9 or 10 months old I'd guess – just a little older than Petra) side by side against a wall while they searched the house. Then they took the woman away in handcuffs and passed the baby, who was screaming hysterically, from officer to officer until he reached a social worker or some such. I was haunted for days, imagining the baby's terror at being taken away from his mother and taken away by what must have looked to him like monsters, not men. Horrible.
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