Think back to a hundred or a hundred and fifty years ago, here or elsewhere. Not even the term "child abuse" was known or any other phrase for the same phenomenon. Or, for that matter, spouse abuse or elder abuse. In those days once you'd safely made it into the middle classes you were allowed to forget most of the sufferings of others. Even encouraged to forget. Sometimes I try to project myself back into such a world, a world in which people were free, to the extent their personal circumstances permitted, to live in a bubble of warm, self-created and perpetuated optimism and good feeling. Know Randy Newman's song about Dayton, Ohio, in 1903? He thinks about these things too. Do you?