Clive James puts it well – briefly, savagely, tragically, well.
After the death of Jo Cox at the hands of Thomas Mair, I found myself comparing two photographs and wondering if I hadn’t lived too long. One was of Jo Cox: radiant, intelligent, with no limit to the good she might have done. The other was of Thomas Mair, the face of her killer. Here was a face with nothing in it except an unspoken question: do you really want to go on living in a world where a twerp like me can take the life of a woman like her?
That’s pretty much what I kept thinking. It’s what we all have occasion to think so much too often. … Read the rest