“the fighters are our salvation, but the bombers alone provide the means of victory” Winston Churchill 1940.
My grandpops was a bomber. Ordered to bomb towns. Houses. Women and children. Something he was not at all proud of. And neither was our nation it seems, as only in the last few years have the bombing heroes actually been remembered.
I’ve just finished reading ‘The Book Thief’. A good read. But only now do I understand the horror. Bomb them while they sleep. That way they won’t get to their air raid shelters. How many ‘good Germans’ died in their sleep I wonder.
I think each nation is as capable as the other of inflicting horror. It just seems to take one insane man to push them further into the depths of self preservation and horror. I wonder if it had been the other way round. Would we have followed the words of a lunatic. Would British people have turned a blind eye to their neighbours being dragged away to death camps? Survival does strange things to some people.
I’d like to believe that I would have been a Huberman. Risking my life to save one other.
Right now I’m feeling racism oozing out of the pores of England. Anti immigrants. Anti foreigners.
Personally I feel our immigrants are the sufferers. Low wages. Slave labour. Taken advantage of as they are desperate to work. Desperation sends them to us. Desperation to feed their families. It’s policy and employers that must be the change. We are fast to put our hands in our pockets for deprived people overseas. But not when they land on our doorstep it seems.
If a racist with fancy words, determined to rid our nation of immigrants, won the next election. Well. What next? It scares me.
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