If I was the mother of the special needs teen who was tortured on Facebook live I wouldn't want your prayers, I wouldn't want your cash, I wouldn't wa

superbeets · Jan 7, 2017

[h=1]If I was the mother of the special needs teen who was tortured on Facebook live I wouldn't want your prayers, I wouldn't want your cash, I wouldn't want your apologies... I'd just want my son back, whole[/h]By KATIE HOPKINS FOR MAILONLINE
PUBLISHED: 20:17, 7 January 2017 | UPDATED: 03:14, 8 January 2017

superbeets · Jan 7, 2017

Another day. And the news marches on.
Runs forward almost, into the next drama. A shooting in a Fort Lauderdale airport. Carrie Fisher's ashes carried in a giant Prozac-shaped jar. Trump's 12 days from moving into the White House.
We turn the pages quickly on the stories of life, anxious not to get left behind.
But the real people, people whose lives only fascinated us for an instant, whose stories grabbed us for a moment, good and bad - they are still living their story, their nightmare.
The party-goers shot in a club in Istanbul, patched up but shattered.
The families of the Chapecoence football team whose bodies were flung across the hillside in the night, still utterly lost.

Four young friends suspected of torturing a special needs teenager in a Facebook live video have been identified and charged. Two of the suspects pictured above: Sisters Brittany Covington, 18 (left) and Tanisha Covington, 24 (right)

The two men in the attack have been identified as Tesfaye Cooper, 18 (left), and Jordan Hill, 18 (right), who knew the victim

The mothers of children mowed down by a truck when they were shopping amidst the twinkling lights of a Christmas market.
All left wondering if there’s any point in getting out of bed tomorrow. To what purpose? To what end?
And the parents of the special needs teen who was kidnapped and tortured by four black kids on Facebook live in Chicago.
Mocked for his mental capacity. Scalp cut repeatedly. Tied up. Forced to drink toilet water by four black kids who made him kiss the floor and shout 'f*** white people' and 'f*** Trump’.
I imagine these parents today, shocked into silence. Struck mute by the horror that everything they thought they knew last week is no longer true.
That they were wrong to trust. Wrong to believe there is good in everyone. Wrong to think everything would be ok. It wasn't.
Wondering if they will ever be able to talk about anything else, ever again.
Predictably, we all shouted for a while.
Some of us were sickened. And shouted about that. Some blamed Black Lives Matter. And stuck a hashtag on that. Liberals retaliated, calling a hashtag racist. And wrote an article blaming whites.
I tore my own hair out watching CNN and the BBC try to excuse it all away.

superbeets · Jan 7, 2017

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The unidentified victim was found wandering the streets on Wednesday after he escaped. Above, a grab from the live stream of the torture

Diving on in with my say. Imagining just how this would have played out if the victim were black and it was the mugshots of four white kids we were looking at.
But today, as always, the news has rushed on.
In the end, the family has been left to drag their son's bloodied body through their door into the safety of home.
To try and see what is left of him. Which bits of the son they raised have been returned.
But I can't get away from it. I keep coming back to it. I can't get the smell of the thing off me.
The stench of a life half-destroyed, a family that has lost any reason to live.
I am pulled backwards. We all are. We regressed. To a time where the world is a jungle. Dogs eat dog. Every man stands for himself.

superbeets · Jan 7, 2017

Survival of the fittest, where to fit you need to be more evil than the man you think is your friend.
The victim thought he was meeting his friends for a McDonald's.
Imagine for one moment being the mother of the kidnapped boy. Having spent your life trying to care for your son.
Looking at the little baby next to you in his cot, knowing you would do anything to keep him safe.
A lifetime making sure his gloves were in his pockets and he ate something hot for dinner.
Of asking if he needed the bathroom before you left the house, providing a reassuring word to fix this, a big cuddle to soothe that. Making sure he washed his hands before tea and had a clean shirt for school.

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It was at this McDonald's where the victim met Jordan Hill, after being dropped off by his mother

A whole life centered around making sure your most precious thing would be safe. Always walking roadside beside him, a silent acknowledgement that you’ll always be ready to take the hit if it will keep your precious child safe.
Knowing you can only keep this up for so long.
And so it turned out for the boy's mum. Only for so long. Only 18 years.
If it were my son, I would still be lying where they dragged the ruins of my child back through the front door. Still be clasped tight around him. Refusing to ever let go again.
Not caring about the wet, the smell, the filth they had put on him. Caring only for the warm thing beneath.

superbeets · Jan 7, 2017

Screaming at everyone to get out. To get away. Wild like an animal. Willing to kill anything that came near my young. Spitting. Scratching. Kicking out.
And I'd hate. All of you.
You with too much to say. Al Sharpton with your $1,000 donation to make this not about blacks.
People like me, bleating on about the way this would have been if the victim were black. Don Lemon on TV pretending those monsters are not evil.
You, grandma, saying his tormentor is a good girl really.
I'd hate you all. Shut you all out. Close down the world. Lock all the doors and barricade myself in his bedroom, clutched to my child like a drowning woman.

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The victim was seen cowering in a corner with his arms tied and mouth taped shut. He was filmed being kicked, punched and cut on his scalp with a knife - the knife is circled

Just me and my son. Safe in our nest. Away from you lot circling like vultures for scraps. Making this about you. Making this about color or a cause.
Look, I'd shout from the window, manic in my hatred. Look what you did. Look what you all did.
All of you - you pathetic people, you self-righteous liberals, you useless parents, you biased b*stards, you media pariahs, you prying fools - look what you did.
So now you are pray for me? Expecting me to believe there is a god. How dare you?
You are donating cash? What would you like me to spend it on? Money may assuage your guilt, shield you from your revulsion. But what dollar bill will make mend my son's head or heart.
Get away, the lot of you.
You broke my son.
You broke my son.

Michelangelo · Jan 7, 2017

Who wrote that, SB?

superbeets · Jan 8, 2017

Michelangelo said:
Who wrote that, SB?

By KATIE HOPKINS FOR MAILONLINE
PUBLISHED: 20:17, 7 January 2017 | UPDATED: 03:14, 8 January 2017

superbeets · Jan 8, 2017

By KATIE HOPKINS FOR MAILONLINE
PUBLISHED: 20:17, 7 January 2017 | UPDATED: 03:14, 8 January 2017

Trump thanked Hopkins for her support, calling her a "respected journalist", although the Metropolitan Police and the Mayor of London, Boris Johnson among others, rejected his comments that there are 'no go' areas of London for non-Muslims. Hopkins asserted that Britain is in part "radicalised" and "it does nobody any favours to deny the obvious"