Only way Tracey stood a chance was if she had been adopted
Poor girl's troubles didn't begin in State care, they began with a selfish mum who put her own needs first, writes Carol Hunt
WHEN Tracey Fay was put into the care of the then Eastern Health Board, she was 14 years of age and a dead girl walking.
Listening to the various reports of the desperate life that Tracey endured for her 18 short, sad years, it's easy to point the finger at our social services, the State, the HSE, the damned invisible system that just won't take responsibility for our children.
It's much easier than admitting Tracey was betrayed initially and repeatedly by her family -- that much lauded cornerstone of Irish society.