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They pulled a knife on my son. How would you cope?

How woud you cope?

August 7, 2008 23:00

By

Roma Felstein

6 min read

My three sons had already been mugged. In the fourth attack, a robber pulled a knife.


It was midnight when my 17-year-old son came into my bedroom. I knew something was wrong - he looked really shaken up. "I got mugged tonight, mum." I tried not to panic, despite the sharp pain in the pit of my stomach. I had been here before; although we live in the leafy suburbs of Finchley, all three of my boys had previously been mugged. "Are you OK?" I asked tremulously.

"Yeah," he said, "just some scrapes and bruises. But this time they pulled a knife."

I can't describe the feelings that went through me the instant he said that word. Horror. Rage. An overwhelming urge to grab my son - a 6ft 1in rugby prop - and somehow stuff him back into my womb. A knife!

The word "knife" has become, for many parents, like the word "cancer" or "terrorist". The reports of teenage deaths from knife attacks have made it so. If I am honest, knife attacks on teenagers have been something that happens to other people in the news. Not to my children, and not to people we know.