Baby P Is For Baby Porn
Right now computer wizards are creating a virtual reality game where online readers can watch Baby P being battered.
Says the Mail:
While many will find the photographs upsetting it is crucial for the public to see to put a human face on the tragedy…
Do readers find it so hard to imagine what Baby P looks like? Or do we just like to stare, to gawp at the kiddie porn?
Simon Heffer writes:
Those who enjoy the pornography of violence will have revelled in the horrific treatment meted out to this child before he died.
He’s right. Be revolted. Be repulsed. Go on, take a look. And another. Show your friends. Want some gory details? Here goes:
One report stated that Baby P was forced, by the boyfriend of the mother, to follow commands like a dog. “At the click of a finger he would have to sit with his head bent between his legs; 20 minutes later a second click would be the signal that he could sit upright again.”
Grim stuff. Anyone with half a mind can see the sickness of it. But as with all crimes against children, the temptation for the hack to introduce their own children into the story is impossible to resist. Take it away Vicky:
As I type this my youngest daughter is in the room. A baby herself. Her face, her big blue eyes, almost the dictionary definition of total trust. It’s with bewilderment and an inward, quaking, rage that I’m left wondering how an adult could treat someone as defenceless as my little Simone.
Well, first you have to be a sadist. Then you get a baby, preferably with blonde hair and blue eyes, and… Take care. These newspaper nasties can rot your mind.
We need to make sense of it all. Our writer in the Western Mail is looking for context and having talked of Nelson Mandela, the Berlin Wall and Ethiopia’s starving millions, surmises:
Although the real pity of it all is that, like the futility we remember each November 11, wars and avoidable baby deaths will just carry on happening.
It’s a world war on suffering. Lest we forget. But to really understand you need to have kids, right?
Says the Sun:
SOCIAL worker Maria Ward is so racked with guilt over Baby P’s death she talked about killing herself, a pal claimed yesterday.
Mum-of-two Ward, 39 — who claimed the tot was “well” four days before his death — confessed to her friend of ten years: “The only thing keeping me going is my children.
Does anyone sense the hint of desire in that extract? Where can the story go from here? Will there be a suicide? Will heads roll, literally?
Posted: 15th, November 2008 | In: Key Posts, Reviews Comments (37) | TrackBack | Permalink
