If someone I loved were killed by a drink-driver, I’d be justifiably pissed off. And if that drink driver were to be let off with no or very trivial punishment, then I might even be justified in using my spurious victim-fame to try and address whatever went wrong.
However, if the system were to work, and said drink-driver were to have their life utterly ruined by being sent to jail for six years, I hope that I’d have the basic fucking decency to keep quiet or to feel some pity for the poor stupid bastard – rather than going on the record to say that he should go down for even longer.
In short, I hope I’m less of a dickhead than Alyn Hopkins:
“Six years is what I expected because they are too lenient. This is not real justice – he took my son’s life and there is no way of bringing him back. The punishment does not fit the crime – let’s hope we can change some of the laws.”
Ten to one on that even if the poor sod had been hanged, Mr Hopkyns would be pointing out that in a fair world he would have also been drawn and quartered…