Argus title : Racism stinks just like an infected wound and I can smell it here in Britain
When I was a child we had a family doctor called Dr Flower. He had come to South Africa from Northern Ireland and spoke in a soft Ulster burr. He had a pale kindly face and seemed the gentlest of men.
When I was 14 I asked him what he thought of the IRA. He said softly “They should all be hung”. “What, all of them?” my mother asked, very startled. That was when I realised Dr Flower was an Ulster Protestant of implacable bigotry. Continue reading