True enough, killing yourself is a horrible thing to do to your family, but the anger they have a right to feel about that is part of what they have to deal with, in the context of knowing the man and the circumstances in ways which none of us can. It's not our business.

For the rest of us our anger should be directed at the people who contributed to driving a decent man to do something like that. People who feel a duty to blow the whistle when they believe that the organisation they are involved in is doing something wrong are rare and precious, and those who try to silence them are not either of those two things, and should be recognised as unfit to wield any kind of authority.

Here's a song I wrote about blowing the whistle, and I posted it on the Mudcat a couple of years ago:

Don't make waves, don't make waves,
Don't forget that you are slaves,
Keep your nose clean, go on tiptoes,
In the silence of the grave.
Don't you think of blowing the whistle,
Keep your eye upon the ball,
Keep your head down, mind your back,
And just remember one and all
It's a shame, it's a shame,
But it's down to what's his name,
You're a lonely soul surviving
In a dodgy kind of game,
And just think about the scandal
If it gets too hot to handle –
No the game's not worth the candle,
And you're really not to blame.

Modernise, privatise,
Keep your eyes upon the prize.
Hear them talk of consultation,
Hear them talk a load of lies.
You see people deep in need,
You see ignorance and greed,
You see all those smooth officials,
With an ego they must feed –
But don't you think of blowing the whistle...

Is it true or is it true?
Have I told you nothing new?
Do you ever stop to wonder
What they've got in store for you?
You might be working in the system.
Or surviving on the dole –
Either way you know, you're nothing
To the people in control.
When the bottom line is money
And the middle name is greed,
Why they'd thrown their mothers overboard
To give the sharks a feed.
So don't you think of blowing the whistle,
Keep your eye upon the ball,
Keep your head down, mind your back,
And just remember one and all
It's a shame, it's a shame,
But it's down to what's his name,
You're a lonely soul surviving
In a dodgy kind of game,
And just think about the scandal
If it gets too hot to handle –
No the game's not worth the candle,
And you're really not to blame.