The Connor Morris murder trial has left me wondering what I would have done in Michael Murray's shoes that fatal night. I know I would be very scared and not especially rational.
I can imagine grabbing the nearest weapon and waving it about in the hope of averting an attack. Then suddenly a man is attacking my little brother, intent on serious injury. I shout for him to stop. He doesn't. I am afraid I would all too readily lash out blindly without thinking, with a primitive instinct to protect my brother and no thought of consequence. "I wasn't thinking at that time, everything was just happening so fast," Murray said in court.
Back with my senses I would be despairing that a man was dead but thankful my brother was alive. I would accept I must now face the consequences and the full might of the law.
But I would like to tell the jury of my peers that I had been provoked beyond reason. That such was the circumstance that I, as an ordinary person, had been "deprived of the power of self-control" and was thereby "induced to commit the act of homicide".
That yes, I had killed a man, but no, I was not a murderer. For hundreds of years such a partial defence to murder was available and, if successful, led to a murder charge being dropped to manslaughter.