By Jarrod Morton-Hoffman
On the week of the anniversary of the Sydney siege, Lindt Cafe employee Jarrod Morton-Hoffman revisits the moment he came face-to-face with a madman.
A year ago, I found myself staring down the barrel of a gun.
For 17 hours, my fellow hostages and I learnt firsthand how powerless it felt to be at the near total mercy of another — to live or die by the decisions of a madman all too eager to play God.
Unlike many others this year, I was lucky enough to escape largely unharmed.
A year on, I still struggle to comprehend the senselessness of it all.
At first I was angry. In the months following the siege I eagerly waited for the media’s coverage of his life, his history and his beliefs to dwindle to a standstill. I hoped to watch his name die alongside his body.
Perhaps because within the brain the connections that control our emotions are so closely knit together, I have found that what we think is anger may be something else entirely.
Over time, I’ve realised that what I thought was anger was really just misplaced fear and remorse — fear for my friends and family, and remorse for leaving Tori behind.
Once I realised this, I knew I had to let go. Fear is not a smart emotion to act on. Indeed, fear is the very emotion that terrorists seek to spread.
Inherently, terrorism can be seen as an extremely violent performance designed to catch the attention of the public and broadcast the terrorist’s goals.
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Typical left wing propaganda from the abc/sbs/jjj et all.
Care to explain why? If not I'm going to assume it's because the argument doesn't fit with your narrative, therefore it must be biased propaganda, because surely no one else might have a valid opinion.
I wonder what the opinions of the other survivors are? And if they agree with him?