Ten years ago your wife was murdered by a deranged man. Ten years later you've built a career on her grave, using her death to silence anyone who disagrees with you. That is not grief. That is industry.
You claim "far right extremism" is the threat. Yet in those same ten years, thousands of British children were raped by grooming gangs your party protected. A Sudanese migrant attempted beheading in Belfast. Churches burned. Synagogues attacked. Not by the "far right." By the imports you cheered.
You fear "democracy at risk" because people vote differently. You fear "social cohesion" because working-class communities object to their daughters being collateral damage. You fear algorithms because they let people speak without your permission.
You don't mourn your wife, Brendan. You monetize her. You weaponize her. You wave her memory like a censor's badge to shut down debate, to protect the rapists your party imported, to demonize the parents who actually tried to protect their children.
You have no morals. You have a brand. And that brand is built on the one tragedy that gives you immunity from criticism. How convenient. How profitable. How utterly, irredeemably vile.
Our world is at risk because of men like you. Men who import danger, then blame those who notice. Men who sacrifice children to prove their tolerance. Men who would rather police language than protect lives.
Keep writing your columns. Keep cashing your cheques. The rest of us will keep counting the bodies your compassion created.
10 years ago my wife, the mum of our kids & the MP for Batley&Spen was killed by a far right extremist.
At anniversaries I try to be optimistic about the future. But not this time. In the ten years since she was killed we have gone backwards & I fear our democracy is now at risk