Keir Starmer is milking Henry Nowak’s death for every ounce of political capital it’s worth.
He summoned a grieving family to the most photographed doorstep in Britain and let them walk that gauntlet of cameras alone — arriving and leaving in the full glare, with no one beside them.
If this were really about Henry, Starmer would have gone to them. Quietly. To Hampshire. No press, no podium, no performance.
Instead, he turned their grief into a backdrop.
That’s not leadership. It’s cheap politics.