The front door opens: “Sorry everything’s so *advertiser censored*.” That’s William Tyrrell’s grandmother speaking. She’s laughing as she says it, because what she means is, her son, who is William’s father, has been painting the house.
It had been a faded yellow. But now it’s turning bright white, and that has made her happy, although it’s not really to do with the paint.
“Do you think it means he’s getting better?” she whispers.................................
William’s story starts 10 years ago, when his father met a girl. In 2010, they had a daughter. Three months later, that child — a girl called Lindsay in court documents — was taken into state care. What was the issue?
Violence. It wasn’t directed at the child. Lindsay’s mother went to a party. It got out of hand. Police got called. She spat at police. She was aggressive. She has mental health problems, and is addicted to drugs. She lashed out, in a way that made officers feel unsafe.
They decided Lindsay was “at risk of harm” — that’s a formal categorisation — and handed her to the NSW Department of Family and Community Services ...........
The mother got pregnant again, this time with William. He was born on June 26, 2011, and when he was nine months old the department came for him too. The couple had told police they were fighting all the time and taking drugs. FACS told them they shouldn’t live together. The relationship was too volatile. If they kept up with the romance — and truly, they were like magnets, unable to stop screaming at each other, and being together — they were at risk of losing their son.
They stayed together. They lost their son.
William’s father didn’t give up so easily this time. He took off with him, hiding out in a granny flat for close to seven weeks. It was a crazy thing to do, and he explains his reasoning like it’s the most obvious thing in the world: “I didn’t want them to take William. He was my son.”
Police tracked the family down. William’s father was arrested, and William went into foster care..............................................
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