1989 and my memories of change
I once rode the tide of optimistic change that marked the late 1980s. But I have since learnt that a single wave is not nearly enough to defeat tyranny.
I once rode the tide of optimistic change that marked the late 1980s. But I have since learnt that a single wave is not nearly enough to defeat tyranny.
London’s Trafalgar Square was dressed in candle light and solidarity last night as thousands gathered in a vigil to express their opposition to hate crime. This follows the death of 62-year-old Ian Baynham, who sustained critical injuries as a result of a homophobic attack.
I have always suffered some subconsciously-held prejudices about Spain, based on rather clichéd images of package holidays, an overdeveloped coastline, British people insisting on being served real ale and full English breakfasts in their mother tongue, stag weekends and general loutishness.
Today I am jealous of my American friends; of the opportunity they had to “… place their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more to the hope of a better day”. I stayed up all night to watch the events unfold because for me this is the most exciting political event […]