My relationship with a student by reporting what looks to be self-harm. I know we have to. I know what I saw. I know it’s the “right thing.” But it’s still eating away at me the way they glared at me and then shut it all out, like pulling down a window shade. I hate this part of the job.
From these files, I learned about their friends, their lovers and their children; their love of drink, their quick tempers, and their favourite songs. I have seen pictures of their dead faces, and read coroners’ reports about the weight of their lungs, livers and hearts. These women are infinitely more interesting to me than the identity of their killer. Finding out about their poverty, their work and their experiences of injustice and inequality is far more important than their killer’s DNA. They are the real story of the Whitechapel murders. It is time for popular history to think more about them, and less about Jack.”
We have a standing 7:45 team meeting. I even sent an outlook reminder. So why is only one team member here?