Call me a knucklehead...

I’M AFRAID the news that Shamima Begum might be in receipt of legal aid to pursue her right to remain a British citizen just drives me mad.

So many of my rational, better-educated friends have tried to persuade me that I am being a knucklehead, that she deserves to have her case heard, that it is the mark of a truly civilised society that we should respect her human rights.

Yeah, yeah . . . I have no doubt that, morally and philosophically, they are correct. But it still gets me in the gut.

I thought it was revolting that Islamist hate preacher Abu hamza managed to play the legal system so successfully, evading justice while at the same time mocking everything we hold dear; and I think it equally reprehensible that Shamima Begum — who has so blatantly embraced an ideology that presided over the rape, murder, torture and genocide of thousands of innocents — should also benefit.

I don’t care about the moral high ground; I care about right and wrong. And wasting a single penny of taxpayers’ money on that woman just sticks in the craw.