I had a strange idea yesterday. I had the idea of inviting Harriet Harman home for dinner. This isn\’t a thought that occurs to me often, but I suddenly felt it might be fun.
I\’d invite my Dad too. And then, when we\’d given Harriet a nice meal (what do you think she likes to eat?), my father could tell her his story.
He could tell her how the Soviets and the Nazis closed in on his home town of Lvov in September 1939 and how the town council chose the Soviets to surrender to. Then he might tell her how the fathers of his friends were taken to the woods at Katyn and shot by the communists.
He might recount the story of his father\’s arrest as an antisocial element, of Adolf Finkelstein\’s repeated interrogations leading to a trial in his absence and a jail sentence of 15 years\’ hard labour. Then Dad could tell the Deputy Leader of the Labour Party about his own experience as a child, exiled to a remote Siberian village. And how he and his mother and his father never saw their home again.
And, when he\’d finished, he could let Harriet speak. And she could explain to Dad why she thinks that Fidel Castro is a hero.