28 NO MORE

SPECIAL POV\AN OLD WOMAN I was sitting by the sidewalk begging for alms when I heard a child crying. I looked behind me and a child of about five years had fallen down, and then I saw an older boy run towards him and helped him up. The little boy didn’t stop crying, and then the older boy gave him his cup of ice cream and tried to comfort him. Suddenly one of the street men who usually roamed around the beach, looking for trouble, came toward the boys and started asking the older boy what he had done to the child. He probably thought the boy was young boys who had recently been kidnapping children around the neighbourhood. The boy tried to explain what had happened but the man wouldn’t listen. Another man came forward and asked what had happened to his son and why he was crying. The street man then accused the boy of trying to kidnap the child by wooing him with an ice cream. Within a few seconds, within a few seconds random people had gathered and were hitting and slapping the youn