Iwatched the Bearing Witness screening on Thursday, 23 November.

I have been unsure whether to write about it, partly because I was there simply to bear witness and partly because it was not easy to know what to say.

We were a small audience. Some of us introduced ourselves to each other, out of a kind of nervousness I think. We needed the human connection and support before a screening which we knew would contain death, murder and cruelty. I recognised Owen Jones there, but we didn’t speak on the night.