David Rothenberg was 6 years old when he was deliberately set on fire by his father.
I remember reading it at first in the newspaper, and can actually feel remnants of the horror and disgust of my reaction. Clearly, I remember feeling it, but now, the story just elicits sadness. Both for his death, and what Dave Dave went through.
I hadn’t thought about the story in years.
It’s an odd detached feeling to remember feeling a strong emotion once upon a time, and return to it years later after no reflection of it at all in the time in between. Strange.
RIP Dave Dave. Rot in hell, prison inmate who did that to Dave in 1983.