'He was scared shitless every minute he was in there.
And he knew. He knew you lot was after him.'
Tommy Anderson was born in a prison, and he died in one too. The last moments of his life are recorded on CCTV, and yet no one can answer the simple question: whose fault was it?
His mother Anne blames Marcus, the guard who was
supposed to be looking after him. Marcus, acquitted by the
courts but tormented by his part in Tommy's death, wants the
family’s social worker to admit to the role she played. And
social worker Sue can’t work out when it was she stopped
caring.
Piecing together a boy’s life and death in care, Carthage asks who should raise our children when the systems designed to protect them can be as abusive as the situations from which they were rescued.
And he knew. He knew you lot was after him.'
Tommy Anderson was born in a prison, and he died in one too. The last moments of his life are recorded on CCTV, and yet no one can answer the simple question: whose fault was it?
His mother Anne blames Marcus, the guard who was
supposed to be looking after him. Marcus, acquitted by the
courts but tormented by his part in Tommy's death, wants the
family’s social worker to admit to the role she played. And
social worker Sue can’t work out when it was she stopped
caring.
Piecing together a boy’s life and death in care, Carthage asks who should raise our children when the systems designed to protect them can be as abusive as the situations from which they were rescued.
