I’m not that OK with my family going to London
The words terrorism and the definition of those that perpetrate acts of terrorism, terrorists, have been used as early as the 1700s. In my lifetime there have been many acts of terrorism carried out on British soil, as early as the Manchester bombings in 1992 and again in 1995. I’m from Manchester and at the time of those bombings, I was away at university, my parents had walked past the exact point of the 1995 explosion 40 minutes before the IRA detonated their device. It was so unreal it almost couldn’t be true, belief that someone could do such a thing only hit home when a month later, I got lost in my own city, now a maze of boarded up shop fronts and dead end streets were once were thriving businesses.
Back then I don’t think I could have imagined anything worse, until of course the tragic series of attacks in London and Manchester recently. I am with the many when I say I genuinely will not be made to live in fear, nor will I allow my children to do so either however this belief has been put to the test recently when Lisa took Monkey down to visit her Auntie Sam in central London.
Lisa has a lot of family down South, mainly in Essex and as I said, her Sister in London. As I’ve been incredibly busy with work, Lisa took the opportunity to go down to Essex with her Mum to visit her Grandparents to celebrate a birthday. Of course I missed them both terribly but then I felt something I hadn’t realised was an issue. When Lisa told me they would be visiting her Sister in London the following day I felt anxiety kick in.
Deep down I wasn’t fearful for their lives, London is a safe place but a little demon on my shoulder took me back to the years of the terror campaigns of the IRA, whether it was a real threat or a hoax, they operated a warning system with the government, telephone calls with code words to establish authenticity. They did not give much time to the authorities to get the public out of danger and many performed heroic acts in their duties to reduce public injury but for the most part, to the best of my recollection, they did give warning.
As the attacks in London and Manchester came without warning I found myself questioning that at a time of incredible uncertainty and violence, was I really OK with Lisa and Monkey going to London? They thoroughly enjoyed their visit, as did our wonderful Southern based family, so I’m really pleased Lisa and Monkey took the opportunity to go away for the weekend, so was my fear misplaced?
How do you feel since these attacks? Do you live in an area directly effected by the recent atrocities? If not, would you think twice about visiting one of the effected cities? Or would you carry on regardless, a stiff upper lip. I would love to hear your experiences and thoughts.