The tile of this blog is taken from the words of Richard Martinez, whose son Christopher died at the hand of the rich-kid movie producer’s son Elliot Rodger, a disturbed young man with a certified mental illness and unfettered access to a cache of semi-automatic handguns who took another 5 lives before ending his own. Martinez’s grace and eloquence shone through the dark cloud of his grief when he spoke publicly in the aftermath of his beloved son’s murder.

“They (politicians) have done nothing and that’s why Chris died … in my opinion,” Martinez said. “It’s almost become a normal thing for us to accept this,” he said, referring to mass-killings. “It’s not normal … life doesn’t have to be like this.”

“I refuse to accept the idea that “things will never be perfect.” That doesn’t mean we can’t make it better. When will this insanity stop? When will enough people say, stop this madness, we don’t have to live like this?”

I agree completely with Mr Martinez, and his equally to all the injustices in this world. It’s not normal, and life doesn’t have to be like this.

Australia’s only saint Mary MacKillop famously said “never see a need without doing something about it”, and that’s why I’m writing this blog, because I see a need and I’m going to do something, no matter how small, about it. A chain may be a thousand miles long but each link is as important as the next. I hope that this site can be one small link in the chain of activists trying every day to make the world a better place.

The picture at the top of the site was taken in 1918 at the original Adelaide Cemetery, located in a farmer’s field in Villers-Bretonneux, in far away France, and is an image of French children visiting the graves of Australian soldiers killed at the Western Front in the WW1.  I’m not sure which grave is my great-grandfather Jack’s, he may not even be there anymore, because in 1993 an unidentified body was taken from the cemetery and interred in the Australian War Memorial. We know and venerate him as the Unknown Soldier.

This blog is dedicated to Jack, to Chris and to everyone that never had the chance to laugh and dance in the rain.

It doesn’t have to be like this. Only when we act can we make it change.

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