Mary Wakefield has narrated this article for you to listen to.
When I first saw the Ministry of Defence building splattered in blood-red paint, I assumed that it had only just happened. There were no police or protestors about but the damage was so extensive and so shocking, I felt sure it was recent. No decent government would put up with that for long. I was east-bound in a car at the time and as we drove past I craned out of the window for a last look. The Whitehall clean-up crew would arrive soon, I assumed, and I gawped because I wouldn’t see it again.
I cannot for the life of me understand why it’s all right to leave the MoD looking like an abattoir
But I did. The next day, there it still was, and the day after that, and the one following. I’ve been back every day since just to check.
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