Sometimes, in the words of Seamus Heaney, Hope and History rhyme. But not always and, for many people, especially not now. When there is a bright vision for the future it is easy to wish history away; to regard its difference as alien and those who pay attention to it as if they were an embarrassing uncle or a madwoman in the attic, to be talked about only with a sigh or a sneer.
Now the same people seem prophetic. Continue reading “Foreign but Not Alien”