Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Praise
- About the Author
- Title Page
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- THIRTY
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- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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Mrs Burgoyne’s brow furrows. The room stills to an expectant quiet. The teacher folds her arms across her chest, says, ‘Go on.’
‘Isn’t it the same with any war, Miss? Any war, once it’s started, has to be won. Otherwise you lose. And if you start seeing the enemy as being people like you, then you must be starting to become like the enemy.’
There are a few giggles here. Mrs Burgoyne quells them with a hand. ‘I’m not sure I understand, Josh.’
‘So, if you’re looking at the enemy and you think they are like you, if you don’t know the difference, then maybe you are the enemy already.’
‘I think that’s the point, Josh. That there are no natural enemies. There are no inherently good people and bad people, right people and wrong people; that we’re all the same. War insists on a false categorisation from which nobody emerges well.’
‘But that’s not true Miss, is it? There are people who want to kill us because of the way we live, or what we believe, because they think their way is better. They are our enemies. Religious organisations. Terrorists. How can they not be our enemies?’
I see Mrs Burgoyne flinch when I use the T-word. ‘But Thomas Hardy wouldn’t have known anything about that, would he now?’ She’s smiling. She thinks I’m going to stop now and opens her mouth to speak.