Mrs Maryanne, I can see that you must have suffered shock and distress when you sensed what you did in the park, and you have my every sympathy for that, but I do not condone dragging good people through the mud at a public meeting because of an incident of which you yourself admit that you have not all the detail. Much less giving your mob food and drink for the spectacle.
I would not attend a public meeting open to all and sundry either here or in London, nor permit a child under my care to do so. I have friends here, people I would like to think I can trust and rely upon, and would myself go to great lengths to assist in times of need. There are others here I would not trust to douse me with water and not lamp oil were I on fire, and a larger group who sit somewhere in between. A vague threat that I will someday need all of these people does nothing to endear any of them to me. You cannot create fellow-feeling by force, nor require a man to associate with those whose company he does not desire.
Perhaps I never told you when I was a boy, but I do not use muggle technologies except for absolute necessities where there is no alternative, and a letter that I might struggle to decipher would be far preferable to some machine-recording I will not touch. Naturally, I cannot require you to do this for me, but I would consider it a sign of goodwill if you did.
This really is my final word on the matter, and I ask you to respect it.