Even if I hadn‘t become an internationally (in)famous peace activist, I still never would have been the same after my oldest child, my son, Casey was killed in another Imperial war for profit and domination of natural resources.

If a person hasn‘t had the dreadful experience of being „regretfully“ (yeah, right) informed that he/she has unnaturally outlived a child, I will try to explain it to you: it‘s like having your heart ripped out of your chest, spindled, mutilated, stomped on, yet, somehow, you survive that profound shock.