Maia Roston is a freelance journalist who has written for the Telegraph and London Standard.
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No balloons, no cake, no well-wishes from the palace – Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor’s 66th birthday was instead marked by something Britain has long awaited: the rightful application of the law. For years, public frustration has built around ill-fated interviews, settlements, and the sense that proximity to the crown offered immunity from scrutiny. For Andrew, that immunity has finally ended.
When one of the 21st century’s most acclaimed music artists takes out a full-page advertisement in the Wall Street Journal to apologize for his anti-Semitic behavior, deny that he is a Nazi and ask for understanding as he works on himself, what do we owe him? Mercy, punishment, or neither? In his letter, titled “To
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My great-grandmother Netty died in June 2005, aged 99. I was four. That evening, my grandmother called us grandchildren into her living room and opened what looked like a small treasure chest. Out spilled her sparkling jewels. ‘Take whatever you want,’ she said. ‘She’d have wanted you to have them.’ I grabbed three things: a pair
