Away! Away! Out of my sight!

Separate us from them. The prisoner, the murderer, that awful outlaw. Lock them up. Keep them out of my sight. I don't want to know they exist. I don't want to know that jails keep people employed, that someone has to work as a warden or a kitchen hand in those places. Don' ever let me make eye contact with them.
I am different. I am better. I am civilised. I am decent. I don't let my anger get the better of me. I don't use guns or knives or fists even. I'm afraid of violence so I must be one of the good guys. I haven't let my inner turmoil become outer turmoil....yet. What, you say I'm lucky? No I'm not. OK, I grew up in a relatively functional household. And granted, that night I was drunk and drove, I didn't hit a pedestrian. Oh and I did have support when I needed it. But overall, overall, I say I'm rather nice and they, and they are rather evil!