The Sad Cases of a Policeman's Life
Medea,(about to murder her children) by Eugène Ferdinand Victor Delacroix (1862).
Matter Of Fact *
by Gonçalo Amaral
"Christmas reminds me of children that have already left. With violence or by negligence."
In this season it is usual to remember the past year, even the life that goes on, and the experiences we had. It is a time for memories and for wishes. For me, Christmas reminds me of children that have already left.
I remember the sad cases of a policeman's life. There is Joana, killed by her mother and her uncle. There is Mariana, kicked until death by her father. There is the one of Filipa, hanged by her father, for jealousy. There is that premature baby girl who died of starvation because her mother cut the serum tubes.
Those were violent deaths, but there also the deaths of children by neglect, abandonment, disregard. If the most atrocious suffering to which a human being can be affected by is to see their offspring passing, the most dastardly crime that humanity can witness is a parent who ends up with a life which she/he has created.
Of the cases I mentioned, the parents/murderers were brought to Justice and punished. But there are many infanticides in this world who do not know the face of the Lady which, blindfolded, holds the balance.
In this Christmas season, after the reminiscences, a wish jumps to mind: that [Lady] Justice removes the blindfold, that politicians do not hide behind obscure interests and give these children the only thing that we can still give them: Justice.
Matter Of Fact* is Gonçalo Amaral's monthly opinion article for Correio da Manhã
Source: Correio da Manhã