You know that feeling, where you wake up and for a split second the world is as it has always been, and then it descends with a weight; the knowledge that something significant has ended and that life will never be the same again.
Literally. My family were Jewish so some didn’t survive. My great grandparents were murdered in Auschwitz. Their names are not recorded by the Nazi’s as they weren’t worth recording; they just got straight off … Read more
I’ve just come back from a school trip to Krakow to learn more about the history of what happened in Poland under the Third Reich. So much has stayed with me, but one of the more subtle things is the way that language played a part.
It is well documented that the Nazi machine reduced … Read more
This week Nicky Morgan our incumbent secretary of state for Education announced that children doing arts and humanities at GCSE and A level “are making choices age 15 which will hold them back for the rest of their lives”. What bollocks.
What an assumption that any one decision can hold us back. … Read more