Two deaths, two very different messages in Memoriam.

Just about a year ago, a woman was murdered. Her killer was either a) a hardened Neo-Nazi activist, an extremist agitator and Far-Right-wing Britain First supporter who planned this act as the beginning of the Fifth Reich: or b) a lone mentally-unstable fruit-and-nut-case, a sick and worried man who sought mental health help, but was turned away with the advice that he should make an appointment. That advice trained this sick individual’s mind towards revenge; and Jo Cox died because he had access to a weapon. She was a mouthy left-wing  Labour Party MP, and her death was immediately turned into a Left-Wing-good / Tories and Right-wing supporters evil, bad and Europe-hating nasty bastards circus; with The House of Commons recalled so that everyone could sing ‘KumbaYAH’, and tell stories about how good, and kind and caring and-on-and on-infinitum she had been. Her death was labelled, with of course the guiding hand of her lefty-breathing husband, as a political murder (I mean, what else could it possibly be; like, innit?” but fortunately the voters of this Nation of ours were not taken in, and the Referendum vote was not swayed: but not for the want of trying!

Some twelve-odd years ago, a young Scots lad was walking down a street, he died because he was white, and because he was there. Kriss Donald, a slightly built, 15-year-old White schoolboy was abducted from the streets of Pollockshields, Glasgow, on March 14, 2004. His kidnappers were five British Muslims of Pakistani descent, intent on exacting retribution on a white male in revenge for a previous fight, although Kriss was believed to be a stranger to his five attackers. He was taken to an area of waste ground where he was finished off after being tortured. Before he died, it is alleged that he was castrated, burned with cigarettes; his eyes were gouged out and he was stabbed repeatedly. Once on the waste ground he was doused with gasoline and set alight whilst still alive. He crawled a few metres and then, mercifully, died. A walker who discovered his body the following morning was unaware that it was even human, remarking, that at first, he thought it was the carcass of an animal.

The results of the investigation was that three Muslim Pakistani men, all born in Scotland, are serving minimum sentences of twenty-three years or more for the unprovoked death of this defenceless young man.

Cox’s husband has yapped about, like a terrier after a bone, and is begging for an an hour’s postponement of all Election business, so that his mouthy wife can be ‘remembered’. I am still awaiting a similar exercise to the memory of young Kriss, whose murder was, if anything, more pointless and random that that of that dead Labour MP: or is that possibly the real difference, he was just a young Scots boy from nowhere in particular, and she was a politician?