Please help me write a short paragraph to the editor of a newspaper defending or objecting to the treatment of the royal family in prison?

They Royal Family in Prison.....Because of my brother's health, we went for walks in the garden every day, and almost every time my father was insulted by the guards. Rocher (the doorkeeper) tried to molest my father in every way: he sang the "Carmagnole" (a street song) and other horrors, and in passing blew smoke into his face, knowing that my father was bothered by the smoke. My father suffered all his very gently.

One other day, they sounded alarm during dinner; one thought the foreigners (the Allied army) were coming; this awful Rocher seized his big sabre and told my father: if they come, I will kill you!....Simon (her brother's caretaker) abused my brother when he wept because of the separation from us; the child became disturbed and no longer dared to shed any tears. Simon put a red cap on his head and put a Jacobin's coat on him.... Several soldiers.... appeared and.... insisted that my father should show himself at the window.... When my father asked what was going on, one young officer told him: "Well, Monsieur, if you want to know, they want to show you the head of the Princess de Lamballe." My mother (Marie Antoinette) was petrified with horror.

On August 2 (1793) they woke us up at two in the morning to read a decree of the Convention to my mother... She was brought to the Conciergerie to be put on trial.... When she arrived, they put her in the dirtiest, dampest, unhealthiest room of the whole building. She was being watched constantly by a gendarme.... Her answer to all these shameful accusations was: "I appeal to all mothers." The people were touched. The judges....hurried to send her to her death. My mother listened to the sentence with great composure....The young prince was left to the brutal treatment of that monster Simon, a former shoemaker and drunkard....Simon asked him one day: "Capet, if those Vendeens free you, what will you do?" The young king replied: "I shall pardon you." During the winter, my brother suffered several attacks of fever; he was always close to the fire.... He grew weaker and weaker and died in agong....I do not believe he was poisoned.