![]() Facility / Grounds Management and Maintenance.It had always felt as though it took me an unusually, worryingly long time to develop an appropriately weighted morality. I think now that it was the recollection of my own all too proximate childhood, in which my sense of right and wrong had felt disturbingly inequitable. ![]() Something was rattling me about them, their startled mugshots. I read that in the courthouse a special platform needed to be built to accommodate the two small boys’ attendance at trial, so they were able to see proceedings. I searched online for transcripts of their police interviews. I began to think more and more about Jon Venables and Robert Thompson. Their monstrosity was cemented within them, undeniable. The famous perpetrators I usually read about were seasoned psychopaths who had been committing crimes for years, sometimes decades, before being caught. When I came to read about the murder of James Bulger, I struggled to consume its narrative as I did other crimes. I shuddered as the victims were done away with, but I know now it was with a salacious feeling of something not unlike enjoyment. ![]() ![]() I was young enough that my grim compulsion was not tempered with much empathy. I was consuming a huge amount of true crime at that age, captivated by trashy serial killer books and their accounts of near-parodic levels of gratuitous sadism. When I was thirteen, I happened across a news story about the release of Jon Venables and Robert Thompson, the two child killers of toddler James Bulger. ![]()
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