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The first, 21 years ago, needs less explanation. It was late on a winter afternoon on Tuesday, February 2, 1988, when I heard that the House of Lords had just passed what was then Clause 28 of the Local Government Act. This was the anti-gay measure's final hurdle, and until that moment (and having written to scores of peers) I had persuaded myself the
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On hearing the vote I was overcome by something worse than disappointment: a sense of my own stupidity. I had trusted in reason, in philosophy. They had let me down. In the twilight I trudged over to the other side of the valley and sat where I could see the lights of my house through the bare branches of ash trees in winter, and wept.
An affecting scene, or nauseating, depending on your point of view. But whatever your viewpoint, we have to admit, do we not, that my feelings were touched by
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BACKGROUND
Yesterday was different. It was the morning after the Question Time appearance of the leader of the gay-hating, immigrant-baiting British National Party, and a significant test of our national commitment to the foundation of freedom: free speech. So I had laid out many of the day’s papers: a mosaic of news and commentary. Stepping back, what made tears well to
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