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Horace |
The
Latin poet Horace said that the Britons were hostile towards strangers (Britannos hospitibus feros, Ode 3.4).
Yesterday, reeling like everyone else from the appalling murder of Labour MP, and true friend of all immigrants, Jo Cox, I had to intervene on a bus between
Oxford and London because the yobbish white driver was being so hostile to a
foreign lady.


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Inter-Marriage as Foundation Myth of Marseilles |
Watching
my compatriots slugging it out in Marseille with the equally misoxenic Russian
football ‘fans’ last week was excruciatingly embarrassing. I yelled at the TV that they were betraying
the spirit of Marseille, founded as Massalia by Greek vintners in about
600 BCE. A French princess named Gyptis fell in love with a Protis, a handsome Greek.
The Gauls had welcomed him to a feast.
She chose the migrant as her husband rather than any of her Gallic suitors.
The incident with the bus driver made me feel even worse than the Marseille football shambles. How I’m going to feel next Friday morning if misoxeny prevails, and we Britons hospitibus feri decide to turn our backs on the rest of Europe, does not bear thinking about. If I don’t blog next weekend it will be because I have fled the country altogether, perhaps to Marseilles, portrayed here as an idyllic hybrid ancient community by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes.
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