Saturday 25 April 2015

We Fear To Rouse Our Honoured Dead

Bloody Churchill. Very literally. Look how no one is mentioning his name.

But today would be a very good day for the Armenian Genocide to be recognised by Australia, by New Zealand, by the Imperial Motherland, and by the state that was 26 counties of that Motherland in 1915.

They were fighting against the perpetrators at the time. One of my grandfathers was fighting against the perpetrators at the time.

Though take note, you "Anglospherists", and those of you who have lately acquired an enthusiasm for the Commonwealth that you once wanted to leave while backing the very Boers against it.

It was not British accession to the European Communities, nor even the Fall of Singapore (Bloody Churchill, again), that caused New Zealanders and especially Australians to identify themselves as victims of British snobbery, incompetence, callousness, indifference, negligence and neglect.

Neither of those events helped. But it goes back beyond them, and at least as far as the event the reporting of which made the name of Rupert Murdoch's father.

Born on the battlefield, indeed.

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