IT HAS been five years since journalist Marlene Esperat was killed.
Five years have not made it any easier to accept her death. While the conviction of her gunmen somewhat assuages the pain and indignation at the impudent manner in which she was killed (in the middle of dinner with her children on a Maundy Thursday), the knowledge that those who ordered her death remain free chips away at what little faith is left in the judicial system. Continue reading
