It's like seeing a child at the window of a house where they are being abused, crying out in pain and trying to fight back against an adult 10 times their size and calling for help.

The Adult from time to time, grinning insincerely from under a sweaty brow, waves out the window to reassure us that things are under control and there is nothing to worry about.

The childs grandfather is outside with the crowd and wants to save the child, but like the rest of us is powerless to do so.

The Abusive adult calls out, between strikes, that it's the grandfathers fault cos he's just trying to stir up trouble by interfering in a private matter.

The police won't get involved because the Abusive adult contributes a lot of money for local business, has a seat on the local council and they are afraid of his stash of hand grenades in the upstairs bedroom.

The child can't believe that noone is helping