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 →

“There wasn’t a spare tit for Tat.” AA Gills alone is reason to subscribe to Esquire.

A young Syrian child plays with his sister on the roof of the now abandoned Idomeni train station in Greece, April 2016. Photograph: Daniel Castro Garcia/Design by Thomas Saxby/John Radcliffe Studio ow do we make sense of Europe’s refugee crisis amid the relentless clamour of Euro-electioneering and a seemingly unending stream of media imagery that... Continue Reading →

A young Syrian child plays with his sister on the roof of the now abandoned Idomeni train station in Greece, April 2016. Photograph: Daniel Castro Garcia/Design by Thomas Saxby/John Radcliffe Studio ow do we make sense of Europe’s refugee crisis amid the relentless clamour of Euro-electioneering and a seemingly unending stream of media imagery that... Continue Reading →

A young Syrian child plays with his sister on the roof of the now abandoned Idomeni train station in Greece, April 2016. Photograph: Daniel Castro Garcia/Design by Thomas Saxby/John Radcliffe Studio ow do we make sense of Europe’s refugee crisis amid the relentless clamour of Euro-electioneering and a seemingly unending stream of media imagery that... Continue Reading →

There are eight uncanny similarities in the upcoming plebiscite across Colombia on 2nd October, with ours of May 1998: 1. There will be a focussed, sharp six-week campaign only; partly, like us, to avoid ‘unravelling’, but also presenting challenges in communicating a 20,000 word complex, sometimes ‘constructively ambiguous’, legal-jargon text to a confused and uncertain... Continue Reading →

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