Before Jo Cox was killed, my mum's job as an MP just gave us a busy life. Now, I am scared every day

After the chilling scenes in parliament last night I just don’t think I can stay quiet anymore. There’s a group of young people and children that need to be spoken for.

The language used by our prime minister – not a far-right populist or provocative journalist, but our prime minister – is just beyond words. The fact that the head of our government is actually using language that helps incite violence toward MPs is so beyond dangerous I can’t even comprehend it in a modern society.

This isn’t funny anymore.

Whatever egotistical game Boris Johnson has been playing since he was at Eton, this isn’t entitled teenagers standing blindly by their positions in an attempt to one-up their friends.

This tide of rising hatred is costing people their lives.

I was 17 when Jo Cox was murdered. I just rang my mum, Yvette Cooper, on my way home from school to complain about the usual things and I distinctly remember her interrupting me to say “An MP’s been shot.”

I can honestly say my perspective of the world completely changed that day.

Before then, my mum’s job was something that kept her working later then bedtime when I was a kid, the source of embarrassing conversations at school, the reason we travelled to and fro between Yorkshire and London every week for the first two thirds of my life.

It was never something that could get her killed.

I am scared.

I am scared when I scroll through the replies to her tweets calling her a liar and a traitor.

I am scared when our house gets fitted with panic buttons, industrial-locking doors and explosives bags to catch the mail.

Because she is trying her best to help people. To make their lives better. Even if we disagree with our politicians, when was this something we actively wanted to hurt them for?

Of course Brexit is contentious. Of course people have strong opinions, opinions that will inevitably come into conflict when trying to work out how best to deliver an outcome that split our country in two. But what we need now is a prime minister who can stand up and say “Yes I want to deliver Brexit, but regardless of my position, this inflammatory and aggressive language needs to stop. We need to treat each other with humanity and respect.”

Boris Johnson, take a stand. It’s your job to unite the country. Or you will be responsible for putting other people’s lives at risk. Surely you can raise your head out of the sand enough to see that much?

This whole thing has gone too far. When people start getting hurt is the moment that we should step back and ask if any of this is even worth it. All the anger and the screaming and the taking sides. The traitors and the liars and the surrendering.

Why has this become a matter of life and death? Does someone have to die for us all to realise that we have gotten in far too deep and far too aggressively?

The thing is, someone already has died. Do we not have the decency and compassion to see that? Can we not all just treat each other like people again?

Because I’m terrified if we don’t that something awful is going to happen again. At this rate, that seems like the only thing that could stop us in our tracks. We need to change the way we act towards our MPs before it goes too far because if not, I have no doubt it will.

This article was originally published as a thread on Twitter here. We have republished here with the permission of the author