Jo believed in a better world and she fought for it every day of her life with an energy and a zest for life that would exhaust most people.
She would have wanted two things above all else to happen now, one that our precious children are bathed in love and two, that we all unite to fight against the hatred that killed her. Hate doesn’t have a creed, race or religion, it is poisonous. Jo would have no regrets about her life, she lived every day of it to the full
Jo Cox lived a life of principle and integrity. Her compassion and drive through her charity work, anti-slavery campaigning and aid work defined her life and followed her into Westminster. She established the all-party parliamentary group on Syria and fought for the children of Syria, Palestine and Afghanistan ferociously, as though they were her own.
She was driven by a strong belief in standing up for those with the least. Jo was incredibly proud to represent the area in which she grew up. She did so with integrity and with a heart twice the size of her stature. She provided the voiceless with a voice, wherever they were from.
She was a true internationalist, a true altruist and truly Labour.
In any political party you’re part of a family bound together by love for a common cause. Yesterday shocked and pained me more than I could have ever imagined. We lost a member of our family.
But on days such as this, the colour of our rosette doesn’t matter. We, compelled by hope and passion, may disagree and our visions may differ, but we fight because we care. We fight in the name of hope, progress and peace. We fight in the name of Jo Cox.
Yesterday Jo was sadly taken from us by the forces of bigotry, hatred and division. Those with no vision for a better world united by hope and love, but one divided by hate and ignorance.
But Jo has not died in vain. These forces will not be allowed to conquer. They will never win. For we know one thing about the human race that the forces of hatred will never understand – ‘we are far more united and have far more in common with each other than things that divide us’ (Jo Cox, 2015)