He’s your father.

you knew about all the illegal stuff he did, but you didn’t care.

one day, some police officers came to your house while your father wasn’t at home and they drove you to a big room, which you didn’t realise was a court.

yohr father was standing across the room, in handcuffs, and the judge leant down, staring at you coldly and asking; judge: “your father killed a lot of people, didn’t he?”