Originally posted by The Realist
Sitting here in the City, rain bouncing off Liverpool Street Station, I’m feeling introspective today. I know that the London bombs affected the country and, to a degree, the world, but I was personally involved – being at Kings Cross when the bomb went off there. My reaction at the time was the classic ‘swallowing emotion’ tactic of The British and I’ve tried not to dwell on it, but those original, raw emotions came home to roost yesterday, on the occasion of the memorial service, which took place about a mile away from where I’m sitting now. It’s strange, I’ve not really thought too much about what happened that day, but I realise that it has really affected me.
So was Iraq a causal factor in the bombings? Would they have happened otherwise? We’ll never know.
But knowing, as we do now, that we went to war based on lies (by a man called Colin! Using a PowerPoint presentation!) makes me ashamed to be, by proxy, part of that ‘alliance’ and the terrible, terrible abyss it has thrown the world into.