To the day and the hour, I remember the first time I saw my father cry. 11.30pm, January 2, 1990. I was in bed and dad woke me up to tell me my cousin was dead. He had been murdered, stabbed by a former friend.
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The human cost of knife culture
SPECIAL REPORT: When Colin Waters' cousin was brutally stabbed to death 18 years ago his family was plunged into a nightmare. The mounting hysteria over knife crime on our streets sent Waters on a mission to understand why so many young people have a fascination with the blade, to chart the change in public reaction ... and to find solutions
