About the riots

I lay down in bed. My girls around me. They are now quite a considerable size so it was a matter of fitting and measuring. My little one next to me, middle one on my lap and my biggest one on the right, her regular spot. Her face against my neck. The new was on, Beatrice de Graaf indicated the acts. Most of the group would not necessarily mean harm, but would be bored, without hope, without purpose. Dear rioters, I have news for you: we all are. All of us.

Why destroy shops that people have built with their own hands? Who have seen their savings evaporate because of the crisis? Most sad of all, I find the home in The Hague where people with intellectual disabilities live. Their windows were smashed, they understood nothing and are traumatised by the shock. Their lives have been a shadow of what they were for almost a year. For months, people with disabilities were not allowed visitors. I know a girl who did not see her mother for 12 weeks. The changed world is already hard for us to capture, let alone when you have an intellectual disability, just explain that.

You want to make a statement. But why thereby hit people who have also already been duped by the crisis? Did you really think it would solve anything? I do have some ideas for you with which you can also get attention. Start pricking mouth caps and turn them into a big peace flag and fly it in your city's market square. That way, you can also make the news and watch TV in your own home at night when curfew starts. Seems a lot more pleasant to you than a police cell, too.