After Bondi: The limitations of law and the danger of walls

On Monday, I was at a vigil in Melbourne for the victims of

a mass shooting that happened in Sydney

the night prior. It was ostensibly to celebrate Hanukkah, our festival of lights. Instead of the normally upbeat, almost kitschy feeling to the event, this was understandably sombre. Hundreds of us stood in a frigid public square, listening to leaders eulogise the lost and demand that more be done to combat this scourge of hatred.

Outside of that group of attendees was a line of police and reporters that gave the distinct impression of grieving inside a fishbowl.