Kitty Genovese redux

Awful story about a stabbing on a London bus. Although the bus was full and the victim's girlfriend was screaming for help, no one paid any attention. And when the victim staggered down from the upper level, few bothered to help.

I get the number 43 every day to go to work. Like a lot of people, I have been nervous to travel after the terrorist attacks, or certainly more aware. I have found myself looking at other passengers, especially if they were Asian, checking to see whether they were carrying a bag and so on, even though I knew it was ridiculous. But I have also found it strange, since July 7, to read reports about Londoners being stoical and helping each other. My experiences have not quite been like that. One morning, one man on my bus got into a rage because the driver had closed the doors before he was able to get off. Then, when he'd got off, a woman noticed a bag in the luggage area at the front. She yelled out, "Who's bag is this?" and a girl sitting next to the luggage rack said it was hers. And for some reason the woman flew into a rage, too. She was shouting, "Maybe you want to get blown up, but I don't!"