When I was 8 years old, just two years after fleeing war in Sri Lanka to Australia, I remember watching on the morning TV, the market where my dad had a health food shop, was burning down. The next day, I remember going to the shop to see what was left, if there was anything we could salvage (it was the 80s, safety was lax). Oddly, the one and only thing we salvaged was a food weighing machine. No idea how it survived. It fell under a bench, which burnt above and protected it somehow. The food weighing machine was enough for my parents to make by for 6-9 months by packing small whole foods like dried fruit, and so forth, which they would sell to other retailers. My sister and I helped too, it was a family affair. We got by. Eventually we rebuilt. But it was enough of a scar, to always remind me of the pain you go through being a small business owner. When I see people looting LV, it’s not great, but Bernard Arnault will survive. When I see a one-man shopkeeper defending their stores. Honestly it’s just not forgivable. Who are you kicking? That man or woman with their whole life savings, in the stock of the store. Why kick them? I really just can’t bear to see it.