Probably best not to write in anger, or pain. But I can’t keep this inside.
I really can understand the anger, the anguish, the sense of “what can I do?”. I really can.
I understand the idea that if only enough people feel the same way as you do then something will happen.
But shoving photographs of dead children into my face is not going to help. It’s not going to help that child. Or their mother or father. Or their brothers or sisters.
I know what a dead child looks like. I’ve held my own. And I tell you this. If anyone used his picture to try and force their world view on someone else they would not be my friend. Or that of my son. They would not be helping us.
Please, I beg of you, stop it.