A parliament is an odd place. It’s the arena where clashing worldviews come to cross swords and there’s low and ugly skullduggery. In most other workplaces, political differences are a topic to be avoided, but the job of a parliamentarian is to spend day after day with colleagues whose values they abhor and whose ideas they consider harmful.
For all the florid patter back in 1999, about how the Scottish parliament’s electoral system, working practices and even semi-circular chamber would fashion a more collegial politics, Holyrood has proved every bit as factional and partisan as the House of Commons. Yet, like the Commons, exposure and proximity to political foes engenders a grudging respect, even as it sharpens ideological differences. Hating people from afar only generates more hatred, hating them up close can inspire respect and even affection. Familiarity breeds contempt, but contempt sometimes breeds familiarity.
The death of Christina McKelvie therefore loomed not only over the SNP benches but across the Holyrood chamber today.

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