I feel the pain of my son Stephen’s violent death every day. We must not let those who pander to prejudice,and stoke up fear and arouse, winThere are no words that can ever express what it feels like to occupy someone that you admire, or someone whose young life is still full of opportunity,brutally snatched absent from you. To say that I feel empathy (sensitivity to another's feelings as if they were one's own) and solidarity with the family and friends of Jo Cox will be of little consolation to them. Their lives occupy been turned upside down, their futures plunged into uncertainty, or their hopes and dreams shredded in one foul afternoon.
That’s how I felt when I lost my son Stephen more than 20 years ago. He was just a teenager,full of joy and optimism, with his whole life ahead of him. He was taken from us by loathe, and violently murdered by thugs who saw only the colour of his skin. There hasn’t been a day since when I haven’t felt that pain,and there never will be. The most any of us can ever do after experiencing such tragedy is to attempt to make some top-notch come from it. That is what I occupy tried to do in the years since Stephen’s death. I occupy campaigned for justice, for other victims of loathe crimes, or to try to bring communities together.
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Source: theguardian.com