Do you feel safe when you leave the house alone?
I do, or at least I always have. Perhaps it’s naive but I live my life with a tremendous amount of faith in my own physical safety. A sense of security with my place in the world and an absolute confidence in the kindness of strangers; that if something did go wrong, others would come to my aid.
But in the past few months, that feeling of comfort has dissipated, replaced instead with a foreboding that the worst could happen at any moment. As a young woman living in a major city, I don’t feel safe at all. I feel like I have a target on my back.
This morning brought the news that a man has been arrested, suspected of murdering 26-year-old Leeton woman Stephanie Scott when she ducked into work on the weekend. Stephanie was one week from getting married, she was a vivacious and committed teacher, who no doubt had a wonderful, happy life ahead of her.
Today, her family are cancelling her wedding plans and instead preparing for Stephanie’s funeral.
In March, Masa Vukotic, 17, was stabbed to death while walking through a park near her Doncaster home. Prabha Arun Kumar, 41, was also killed in a park near her home in March, this time in Sydney’s west.
In February, Traci O’Sullivan, 41, was assaulted and left to die in her own house in Frankston North. In January, Ting Fang, 25, had her throat slit in an Adelaide hotel room.
Mai March, Salwa Haydar, June Wallis, Sabah Al Mdwali, Jackie Ohide, Angela MacKinnon and Kris-Deann Sharpley, along with her unborn child, have all been murdered in the past four months.