Helen Walsh: Images of beautiful Jill have transfixed a city gripped by grief and anger
IT HAS been a long, bleak winter's week in Melbourne, but somehow it seems fitting. I am reminded of the week Jill Meagher went missing last September, and of the dark clouds that swept in and anchored themselves over the Melbourne skyline as the city and nation held its breath.
The sense of anger and loss when the Irishwoman's remains were eventually discovered were reignited this week as a Melbourne judge revoked a suppression order, and the horrific details about the man who killed her came to light.
Most of the anger has been directed, not at the man who took her life, but at the authorities who failed to keep him behind bars.