I have a memory of watching the news when the IRA had attempted to kill Margaret Thatcher in 1984 and my parents realizing with disbelief that we had been staying right next to that hotel on that same year while on holiday in Brighton. I was so so impressed. Wow. It was a very big deal to me. I was 5, almost 6 years old.

Today I am feeling disgusted by all the people who rejoice in her death. You should never rejoice at somebody’s death, no matter how much of an political adversary this person was. It makes me sick. What cowardice to stab a dead body, so petty. It’s like kicking somebody when they’re down on their knees, when they’re weak and that you risk nothing. Where’s the courage and humanity in that? What world do we live in that makes this ok?