Most of the time I have an easy time of it on social media, with tweeters being nice about my colourful attire, liking my cooking hacks or flowers. But this week I had a dose of toxic hate. My son, the MP Danny Kruger, was unwise enough to join a debate in the Commons, saying he didn’t think women should have complete ‘bodily autonomy’ in the case of abortion as there’s another body – the baby’s – involved.
I don’t agree with him, any more than I agree with his stance on assisted dying. He’s anti, I’m in favour. But that’s fine. I still love and admire him. There’s more to him that the Twitter storm allows: he’s spent his whole career worrying about disadvantaged communities: as a student he led a convoy of vans full of blankets and medicines to Croatia, he spent ten years running a prison charity, as a policy wonk he’s always been mainly concerned with what is now called ‘levelling up’, and now works for Michael Gove.
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