It’s never worth it – a message about knife crime

Issac StoneI spoke to Isaac the day before he died, and I was due to see him that weekend.

One minute he was there, and the next minute he wasn’t.

I got the clothes he was wearing back and some bits and pieces from his car. That was it.

That’s what people don’t realise about knife and gang crime.

When it comes down to it, whether you’re shot or stabbed, if you die, there’s nothing left for anyone, for your family to remember you by.

For a lot of these youths it’s all about being the big man on the street and impressing their peers.

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The day my son was murdered

The day my son was murdered was like any other day.

My cousin was visiting me, as he does every Saturday, when I got the phone call.

To this day I wrack my brains to think who it was – but I still don’t know.

All I know is that they were hysterical. They were crying and telling me that I need to get to the hospital, Isaac was in trouble, he was hurt.

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Nowhere else to turn

Front line officers are our eyes and ears on the ground. They can recognise signs of honour based abuse and forced marriage when they attend jobs and then refer them to our team – a small division in the domestic abuse safeguarding and investigation unit at Bedfordshire Police.nowwhere-else-to-run

I receive an email from an officer telling me she had been to see a young girl who had found out she was pregnant.

Like many young girls finding out they are pregnant, she was scared. But she was scared for reasons most girls could never imagine.

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