Last night my son was attacked by three strangers. Three strangers, fuelled by drugs and alcohol, intent on robbing him of the money they knew was in his cab; indifferent as to whether they took his life in the attempt. He’s OK. Bit bruised, bit shaken, bit ashamed at the success he had fighting them off, when the survival instinct finally kicked in. That’s not what I want to talk about.

What prompted the post, was the fact that the attack occurred in a well lit area of the city. What prompted the post, was the fact that the area was busy with shoppers going about their business. What prompted the post, was the fact that not a single one of them came to his assistance, as his assailants punched and kicked him in the ribs and in the head. What really prompted the post, REALLY prompted the post, was…