Gide, humans. Welcome to the safe space for dangerous ideas. Bear with me on this one.

It's terribly, terribly sad in Sydney at the moment, especially amongst Sydney's small but

close-knit Jewish community.

If there are any upsides to every tragedy,

let's start with the positives.

My eight-year-old twins got to see me cry this morning,

which is maybe only the third time in their life.

So that's seen me. So, you know, wins, little wins where you can take them.

Another positive thing today, the bravest character in the horrific events of last night,

the guy who tackled one of the shooters, unarmed and wrestled his gun from him,

and undoubtedly saved many lives.

His name turns out to be Ahmed Ahmed. So if you were trying to

foster a spirit of civility between Jews and Muslims and make sure that we didn't caricature

the Muslim community as anti-Jewish, you couldn't do better than pick a name like Ahmed Ahmed

which does not exactly hide its Arabian origins under a bushel.

So good news to start, good news to start.

The bad news, I suppose, is it certainly feels like I belong to the only ethnicity in Australia that cannot visibly congregate in public.

With the exception of maybe neo-Nazis wearing swastikas,

I can't think of any other community in Australia that cannot have a picnic today without fearing for their lives.

And the fact that we've gotten to this situation, like a frog in boiling water, how we got

here and what we might do about it is something I want to hear myself work through today.

It's the worst terrorist attack ever on Australian soil of any kind.

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