This is the story of the man who fought for, & then against, & then for, the monarchy.
Thomas Fairfax was born to Yorkshire gentry. He learnt his army trade fighting for the Protestants in Holland, & then served his King commanding cavalry against the Scots.
Keen to avoid conflict between Crown and Parliament, he sought compromise in the crisis of 1641-1642. But when push came to shove and war came, he was for Parliament.
Fairfax and his family led Parliamentary supporters in the north, fighting significant Royalist forces for over a year, thus preventing them from marching into the southern shires to help Charles.
He continued to lead his troops in person, winning the Battles of Winceby, Nantwich and Selby at the head of his cavalry (and was routed at Marston Moor, but let’s overlook this). He survived several injuries in the course of these fights for the future of our country.
Still in his early 30s, he was made commander of the New Model Army and won the crucial Battle of Naseby, smashed the last Royalist army at Langport and then took Oxford, now best known as home to a second rate university but then the Royalist capital, in 1646.
When the war was over, as history well attests, Fairfax was overlooked in favour of Oliver Cromwell to the extent that whilst the name of his rival in leadership is (in)famous, that of Fairfax is largely forgotten.
Harsh, for one recognised even by Charles to be a man of honour.
Unlike most of the Parliamentary leadership, Fairfax thought that victory ought not to be followed by vengeance. He didn’t’ attend Charles I’s trial, and argued against his execution. When Cromwell invaded Ireland he stayed at home, and declined to lead the invasion of Scotland.
Fairfax had seen the revolution as a means to a better country– rather than the military rule to which it gave rise constituting the outcome for Britain in perpetuity.
Thus, having given up his command, in time he raised troops in Yorkshire & fought the Parliamentarians.
Once again, he tied up important military resources in the north, preventing it from reinforcing an embattled leadership in the south. But this time it was for the Crown and against the Parliamentary army.
Thus, thanks in large part to forgotten Fairfax, restorationist forces were able to march to restore King Charles II.
The lesson here is that neither moderation nor reasonableness, neither determination nor bravery, means that one can avoid taking sides.
Neither does it mean that one can win victories that prevent further conflict. Rather, sometimes, having these qualities and being true to one’s beliefs mean one must fight on both sides, and fight and fight again.
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This is the story of Eugene Lazowski’s private war.
Lazowski was a doctor in German-occupied Poland – and a very brave one. He escaped a Prisoner of War camp and returned to his home town of Rozwadów to work for the Polish Red Cross.
The garden of his house was directly against the fence that enclosed the Jewish ghetto. Whilst Polish doctors were absolutely not allowed to treat the Jews, he knew that his duty to these most vulnerable people in awful conditions meant that he should somehow try.
A system emerged. When a prisoner of the ghetto became unwell, a rag would be tied to Lazowski’s fence. Remarkably, he would then break INTO the ghetto under cover of darkness, taking medicine to those who needed it & treating patients in rudimentary, moving medical facilities.
Here are the notice boards for residents in my part of London. Note the material about proposed new building. Not “discuss” or “debate” - “STOP.”
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One wonders if this is a suitable use of council-provided facilities meant for *information,* not campaigning. Certainly other political campaigns don’t get to use them to promote their own causes, & assume that everyone agrees with them in so doing.
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I tend to favour more development in central London. I accept it’s part & parcel of the choice I made to live here rather than further out.
I also accept I’m in a minority (of residents). But you wouldn’t even think there *was* another point of view from this, would you?
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The siege of Malta had many heroes. The island was awarded a collective George Cross by George VI for its courageous resistance. Today (hat tip @FredBarboo), the story of one of those heroes: George Beurling, the Falcon of Malta.
Though he had plenty of flying hours when war was declared & had passed commercial pilot exams, the air force of his native Canada required academic qualifications he lacked, so the determined Beurling took the hazardous sea journey to the UK to join the RAF.
His trainer paid tribute to Buerling’s skills as a pilot, and the fact that he was a great shot. Importantly for our purposes, he was also brave as hell.
Dunkirk is well known to the British for very good reason. Less well known to us, but not to the Dunkerqueois, is the story of Jean Bart, the foremost French corsair.
When this part of coastal northern France belonged to the Spanish Netherlands, Jean Bart was born into a seafaring family. Aged 12, he joined the Dutch Navy, to fight the British, who were occupying Dunkirk.
He learned his trade with the Dutch and learned it well. But soon enough Dunkirk was French, & the 1672 war between France & the Netherlands began, so he fought for the French. Denied a commission as they were then restricted to the nobility, he became a privateer.
A Göring is our subject today. Not Hermann the Nazi Göring. Albert the anti-Nazi Göring, his younger brother.
The Görings were a well established family, but lacked cash. They lived in a couple of fine properties with Albert & Hermann’s godfather, who was, as it happens, of Jewish descent.
Said godfather had an affair with their mother, before Albert was born, & Albert may or may not have been his son.
(Albert’s daughter says he believed it. The dates don’t work given time spent in different countries by the parties concerned… Perhaps he just devoutly wished it.)