Just got back from the Cenotaph and I find myself consumed with a fierce rage.
We were of course there to remember those who have died in the defence of this country. It is, as many do, arguable whether all of the events, the wars, the causes, in which those men and women died would be regarded as just by the moral and political standards of today. But that\’s an irrelevance: those who served, those who fought and died, were doing what they thought was right by their standards, by their lights. For that alone we should and do remember them.
The result of their sacrifices was that this country remained free.
Until recently that is. Standing where I was, on the corner of Whitehall and Parliament Square, I was in the same place as I was last Wednesday when this took place. I could also see where Milan Rai and Maya Evans were arrested simply for reading out the names of the dead. And, of course, Brian Haw.
How did we get here? That the things which our forefathers fought and died for, the freedom and liberty of themselves and their descendants, are tricked away from us as if we are children too naive to be able to handle the rights and responsibilities of being a free people?
Forgive me that rage perhaps but do please understand it.