The inevitable has happened.
Alfie Evans, the 23-month-old toddler at the centre of a High Court legal battle, has died, nearly a week after his life support was withdrawn.
It was just a matter of time. Those who claimed that he was capable of some sort of recovery because he didn’t die immediately were merely posturing. Now, perhaps, his parents can go away and grieve in private. And, maybe, those vested interests that used this case as a vehicle to peddle their vile beliefs might just pause to reflect on their behaviour – but I doubt it.
As for Alfie, well, he is out of it now and may he rest in peace.
The sympathy lay with a young father, a supportive partner and their lovely wee boy.
Sure there were, still are, issues about the hospital and some people therein. Hence the demonstrations.
Now you’ve got your standard issue 22 year old, who’s not especially interesting and his partner.
They’ve been getting significant amounts from The Sun newspaper for photos of the infant, indeed they’re headlining a whole series of those together with his story today.
There’s still mileage in this, you’ve got the open casket, the wake and the funeral. You can betcha the bit with the pall bearers will be along the lines of what we see in Palestine when some innocent gets killed by an Isreali soldier.
So expect this to play well on into next week, with much tugging at heart strings.
The wee lad, Alfie. Well he suffered seizures from day one of coming off the ventilator. The wee tyke was only ever normal for the first two months of his life. He wanted to go months ago and this tosh that he was breathing normally for four and a bit days ignored the seizures and the frantic efforts to stabalise him.
Photos published of him clinging to his mother were staged. In his final days he had no ability to physically grasp anything.
The father’s had more media attention over the past several months that many pop idols have in their career. I’m not sure he can transition and I’m not sure his partner will either.
It’s a sad, sordid affair with a host of vested interests manipulating the parents, the father especially. Quite how that’ll pan out remains to be seen.
My gut tells me it’s most likely he’ll be able to generate a short article on the death anniversary for a couple of years.
My gut tells me it’s most likely he’ll be able to generate a short article on the death anniversary for a couple of years.
Unless whichever ‘tame’ MP the Super Soaraway Sun keeps on retainer can be persuaded to bring in an ‘Alfie’s Law’…
“Alfie’s Law”
Ex-UKIP Steven Woolfe has already started that – publicity usurping principles. I no longer support him.
MSM should be ashamed of their behaviour of once again making one child a martyr and pushing parents through hell.
Children die every day in UK.
Yes I saw that. The way this child has been used as a bandwagon turns my stomach.
I thank the Lord (and I mean that) that I have never been in Alfie’s Dad’s shoes. But I have been in a vaguely similar situation. As anyone foolish enough to read my comments will know, my wife, The Bestes Frau In The Entire world, is a paranoid psychotic with a hang for Vegetative states. When she was ‘sectioned’ some 10+ years ago , from the start the ‘doctor’ in charge started demanding I consent to Electro-shock therapy being given to my wife. I, however, had seen One Flew Over and heard all the horror stories. So I fought against it. MPs and newspapers were getting involved and the asylum were threatening to go to court. It was a nightmare and all the time my wife remained a peg fed, ‘comatosed’, nappy wearing ‘corpse’. Then my brother, a pally nurse,rang me to say ‘When ECT works it really works.It is the Last Chance Magic Bullet’.Then my GP rang me (yes really) and said if it was his own wife he’d say to go for it or words to that effect. So I consented, with a breaking heart.
ECT worked so well that even the asylum doctors were using the word “Miracle”.
Sorry for the ramble,but the point is and my hope for Alfie’s dad is, now the worst has happened, he will find peace in the knowledge he fought. Right or wrong, no one will ever say he didn’t do everything in his power to ensure what he thought was best for his son. He may have been wrong and been an arsehole about things but he fought. Sometimes that’s the only consolation left.
Nicely put.