To be the Voice of Every Child who has None — Peace Not Pas

[The following is written by an anonymous contributor] Easter Sunday, April 22nd, 1973. I saw my father for the very last time, when I was aged three. He travelled down to South Jersey to see me. I heard him knock on the door. My mother shushed me to my bedroom. I peeped through my Mickey Mouse […]

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