‘There’s this … compulsion, bred into us. To be polite, to be civilised, as if by ignoring a threat we’re somehow safe from whoever or whatever is out to get us. That as long as we stay silent, as long as no one acknowledges the fear we feel or what might happen … it won’t.’ I allow myself a small sip of water, feeling anger burning into my cheeks. I put the glass down. ‘It’s bullshit.’
