Silence isn’t golden when your house is in flames and
you’re alone at home. You need to shout for help from the army of neighbours
within reach. You need to raise your lone voice above the crackles of the
inferno gaining new grounds.
Silence isn’t golden when your spotless
reputation is vociferously impugned or threatened and you have an opportunity
to stop the campaign. Silence isn’t golden when there is a cacophony of
opinions and reports, false or accurate, reaching the public about your
candour. Your silence here isn’t golden; it is grotesque, grisly and grimy.