Life In sunny central Sydney after the Lindt Cafe Siege: With my patients, Ive noticed something: a quiet and personal inner resolve not to talk and wallow in prurient information-exchanging and hearsay. It’s not that their hearts aren’t bruised and throbbing for the families, friends and work-mates of the two slain innocents (doing nothing more dangerous than looking for a morning cup of coffee). Nor that theyre not shocked and grieving at the evil and ill-intent by one to whom we gave succour, refuge and largesse in our open heartedness. No, I sense this is something different; an individual quiet processing of the tolerance and complexities of living in a city suddenly come of age; a knowledge that in the scale of things - if there is a scale of such horrors - the slaughter of the school children in Pakistan is much worse. And also, an unwillingness to be dragged along by an artless claque of media - especially television who camped on the pavement outside the besieged cafe, cameras rolling for hours, hoping to beam the crisis world-wide, just exactly as that madman wanted.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 18:03:00 +0000
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