Pity Before Justice: The Rise of the Criminal-Victim Myth

A moral autopsy of Canada’s new cult of victimhood.

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There was a time—not long ago—when a man who killed four people would be treated as precisely that: a killer. Today, he is as likely to be treated as a casualty of circumstance, a passive sufferer in the melodrama of systemic oppression. T…