On the killing of Willow Dunn

I'm not going to name the father. This post is not about him.

I'm not going to go into the details of the crime, either. This post is not about the horror of it all.

This post is about Willow.

You see, Willow had Down syndrome -- and so does my eldest daughter.

— Joel Deane (@joeldeane) May 27, 2020

You see, my daughter is studying year 12.

After school, she cooked us dinner: pork rissoles. It was tasty, but she's a messy cook.

Then we all ate dinner and laughed a lot.

We usually do. And, as usual, my eldest was the funniest. She's kept us sane during COVID-19.

— Joel Deane (@joeldeane) May 27, 2020

This annoyed her. She was stroppy until her mum promised we'd buy her sushi (her favourite meal).

Then she hugged us all and went to bed.

That is what a day with a person with Down syndrome is like.

My point: Willow Dunn was not someone with a disability.

— Joel Deane (@joeldeane) May 27, 2020

In other words, Willow knew what was happening to her.

She would have felt the pain. She would have felt the hunger. She would have felt the fear.

She would have felt it deeply.

She knew everything.

That's why I'm crying for Willow. And I don't want to stop.

— Joel Deane (@joeldeane) May 27, 2020