Red Flags

1936 was the year my father was born. It was also the year that the King George V died and Edward, albeit briefly, replaced him  In Europe, Mussolini had forcibly taken over Ethiopia, Franco was gathering his forces in Spain, Stalin had sentenced some of his most high ranking officials to death and Hitler was well underway in his persecution of Jews and other undesireables in Germany. In Britain the divide between the rich and the poor, the north and the south was huge. Good, bad, wealth and poverty; all the lines seemed clearly drawn. It looks as if it was a time of high contrasts, of acts of meglomania or self-sacrifice. But how do you square the personal with the political, a challenge most of us have never had to face?  And at what cost? These are the questions I’m grappling with. More love and bombs, I suppose.

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