My father had kicked me out of his house at the height of an argument over an opinion difference. He had become so enraged. He told me never to come back, and that was all the severance it took.

I went to the Capitol and came to court specifically to draw attention to the problems of the world that directly affect my state of mind and my physical body and to offer a way to clean up the world. This is my intent.

Now you watch the parades and processions of hopeful and despairing people walking outside your tomb. They are all looking for the answer to the problem you know so well.

My father had a flat rule. He believed that every man's house was his castle. He had a flat rule: no man could come in his house without his permission.

My father was kicked out of the National Front. He does whatever he wants. It doesn't concern me anymore... I don't talk to him, and I'm not responsible for him or his inadmissible remarks.

I had never attended a trial until my daughter's murder trial. What I witnessed in that courtroom enraged and redirected me.