We will never know if she was going to be the last OEM bread proofer victim or not.The outrage machine is here to stay because everyone is a part of it.Hang him in the street outside her home.Squeamishness prevents from really guessing where the rage could go next. Build a new stadium if there isn’t one big enough. Army Public School brought hangings back. And the problem is everyone’s a part of it.

Those gasping for sense may have wanted the court to handle the issue more responsibly, but that’s just clutching at straws.Not some child brought up in urban squalor or in rural misery.Look away now if squeamish or disinclined to hear more terrible stuff in the midst of already numbing tragedy and despicableness and opportunism. Whether we want to admit it or not.But the outrage machine is here to stay. Her eyes are clear and bright.By arrangement with Dawn end-of Tags: crimes against children, kasur case, psychopaths. At some point or the other. The one of her in a brightly coloured sweater with a pink jacket on top. Because at some point or the other, we’ve all been a part of it.But it was also that image of her alive.Everyone, absolutely everyone, climbed aboard the outrage machine because she was revealed to be a girl who could have been anyone’s daughter. The biggest one you can find. Especially when they think they are not.

The winter sun bounces of her brown hair. The girl in the photo looks like she could be from anyone’s home — your home. A picture of a confident young girl looking calmly into the camera. Even when they think they are not.Not a wretched Afghan child we’re used to seeing in bazaars and at traffic stops. We can only know that the suspect has now been caught.Because she looks like she could be their daughter. And only the woolliest of optimists can believe it’s about to get better.So the grotesque direction the outrage machine took after a suspect was arrested and his identity revealed shocked, but it should not have surprised. Not one of the countless kids of countless maids who have marched in and out of your home over the years.Then again, if you really think about it, if you were in his boots, better to let the outrage machine consume others than to suddenly find it firing back at you.

In some way or the other.And if you can understand that, that that single, grimly iconic photo helped build and sustain the rage and why it did, you may realise the next miserable, horrifying steps of the outrage machine were inevitable.Among psychopaths, outrage and clowns the rest of us appear to have been condemned to live.The picture that has become grimly iconic.Take insidious propaganda behind the scenes, add a clown on TV, throw in a political government to attack, and the outrage machine is reloaded and turned around and ready to go in an instant. Or maybe some of the standard methods borrowed from friendly, like-minded states.In the pink-jacket photo — of a confident, healthy, cheerful girl with light hair and light eyes and light skin — she looks like a girl who could be sleeping in your child’s bed. Hang him in a public square. And it was the troubling memory of something vaguely similar having floated out, miasma-like, from Kasur in the recent past.

The rage, the outrage, really kicked in and was sustained with that photo.All the details in the Kasur abhorrence contributed to the national revulsion. Maybe an Afghan Taliban-type hybrid violence. It was where she was found and the numbing image that rocketed around the country.Islamic State has demonstrated some of the more unhinged methods in recent years.So on and on it will go. Even, depressingly, in the little girl’s case.But the only thing the rage won’t do is go away. Hang him in a stadium. Perhaps without the public rage, the police would have finally done their job.Who, really, has both the power to stand up to the outrage machine and possibly a prayer of getting it to amp down? One does comes to mind, but the silence from that quarters has been deafening.The outrage machine is on fire and in overdrive. The outrage machine has already savaged the court, causing it to lurch in one direction and then the next. Once the machine was firing on all cylinders, some have been shocked at the bloodlust it has revealed.Is that — is that a tiny body, a little girl, tossed into the garbage and lying on a pile of rubble? The stomach churns every time.And now a few are shaking their heads at the inevitable politicisation of it all. So this time it had to be a hanging plus.You can almost hear a million grandmothers say Mashallah as they first see that picture and mothers and fathers everywhere nod in approval. The biggest one you can find.Because it’s not.It was what appeared to have been done to her.It was a little girl — society reacts viscerally to crimes against children, especially little girls. Not some child of another faith or coming from the lowest stratas with dirty or dangerous jobs. Her light complexion radiates health, her cheeks are full and her mouth maybe on the verge of a smile.But the rage — total rage — once activated was only going to go in ever more dangerous, more unhinged directions

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