Maia Roston is a freelance journalist who has written for the Telegraph and London Standard.
When one of the 21st century’s most acclaimed music artists takes out a full-page advertisement in the Wall Street Journal to apologise for his anti-Semitic behaviour, 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
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
