DAWN NEESOM MIND OF MY OWN
THERE IS NO WRONG TIME, PLACE OR OUTFIT
They were two women. They were every woman. They were Sabina Nessa and Sarah Everard. They were us. They were our daughters, our granddaughters, our sisters, our nieces, our mums, our friends.
They are gone. They live in our hearts and we shall fight on until no woman ever has to endure violence, rape or murder.
That’s why this column is different. I like a giggle – except, when autumn 2021 has brought such unadulterated horror to our doors, it leaves little choice.
Thankfully, the monster
