Sir, – Once upon a time, I was an ardent nationalist; it wasn’t, in retrospect, an intellectual position. I was younger then and easily moved by simplistic slogans and melancholic tunes. Education, maturity and the power of empathy ended my conceited sense of myself as belonging to a race of people that were intrinsically more... Continue Reading →

British identity and Northern Ireland

Sir, – Once upon a time, I was an ardent nationalist; it wasn’t, in retrospect, an intellectual position. I was younger then and easily moved by simplistic slogans and melancholic tunes. Education, maturity and the power of empathy ended my conceited sense of myself as belonging to a race of people that were intrinsically more... Continue Reading →

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