It has been a crazy week. We’ve been to two conferences, met with a Sinn Fein law maker, spoken with people who have been effected by suicide, talked to a leader at the Committee for Restorative Justice, gone to Derry, and probably done a few other things I can’t even remember. There was even a Royalist Parade just outside the hostel when we got back from Derry today. When we met at the Committee for Restorative Justice with Harry McGuire, he had gotten a text earlier that morning about a bomb threat.
I’ve never before felt the need to watch what I say in public, not out of worry that I might offend someone, but because the wrong person might overhear and something bad might happen. I’m not entirely sure what that bad thing might be or to whom it might happen, I haven’t heard the specifics. But there is that feeling of threat that I have never experienced before. It’s fine for now because it’s temporary, but I can’t imagine living everyday with that hanging over my head.