In The Sublime Days Before 11 September

We Are Beckoned To See The World Through A One-way Mirror, As If We Are Threatened And Innocent And The Rest Of Humanity Is Threatening, Or Wretched, Or Expendable. Our Memory Is Struggling To Rescue The Truth That Human Rights Were Not Handed Down As Privileges From A Parliament, Or A Boardroom, Or An Institution, But That Peace Is Only Possible With Justice And With Information That Gives Us The Power To Act Justly.

What Nixon And Kissinger Began, Pol Pot Completed.

Certainly, Until There Is Justice For The Palestinians, There Will Never Be Any Kind Of Stability In The Middle East.

Al Journalism Should Be Investigative, From Football To Cookery

When The Invasion Began, The British Public Was Called Upon To 'support' Troops Sent Illegally And Undemocratically To Kill People With Whom We Had No Quarrel. 'the Ultimate Test Of Our Professionalism' Is How Commander Mckendrick Describes An Unprovoked Attack On A Nation With No Submarines, No Navy And No Air Force, And Now With No Clean Water And No Electricity And, In Many Hospitals, No Anaesthetic With Which To Amputate Small Limbs Shredded By Shrapnel. I Have Seen Elsewhere How This Is Done, With A Gag In The Patient's Mouth.