A Life of Contrasts: The Autobiography
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This is the autobiography of Diana Mitford, who grew up with the Churchills and married the British Fascist leader, Sir Oswald Mosley.
turned out to be quite impossible however. Philip had borrowed a quarter of a million from banks, he was made bankrupt and the magazine died in 1986. Philip died too; he did not care to live. It was a great sorrow to me; he was a clever and original man. In 1979 my very old friend, Frank Pakenham (Lord Longford) telephoned and asked if I would write a life of the Duchess of Windsor for the publishers of which he was Chairman, Sidgwick & Jackson. I said I couldn’t possibly do it, I knew
trade boycotts, military encirclement and even war, hardened the hearts of the many Germans who were well-disposed towards them. The anti-Jewish laws were passed in Germany in the thirties with the object of inducing the Jews to leave the country. As Arthur Koestler has written: ‘The Old Testament laws, racial and economic, against the stranger in Israel could have served as a model for the Nuremberg Code.’13 Since those days there have been many rough and cruel expulsions of unwanted citizens
Berners, with rare and sensitive kindness, had been to Summer Fields and taken him out for a treat. Oxford was full of posters about my arrest; Gerald tried to divert his attention and they spent the afternoon in a tea shop. I soon realized that the policewoman’s ‘week-end’ was fantasy, and that I was in Holloway to stay. After a couple of days I began to feel better and soon after that almost well. I was no longer confined to my cell and the landing but was allowed to mix freely with my fellow
Committee. A low diet generates fantasies about feasting. The Advisory Committee consisted of Birkett, who was chairman, Sir Arthur Hazlerigg and Sir George Clerk. I had not seen Sir George Clerk since lunching with him ten years before at our embassy in Constantinople where he was Ambassador. Hazlerigg was a dear old boy who blinked in friendly fashion. Birkett’s line was to ask silly questions about Hitler, Goering, Goebbels and other National Socialists among my acquaintance. Why had we been
elected was that he was rude to one and all. In the many years I knew him, Randolph was never rude to me, or to M. whose qualities he admired. He was often tiresomely argumentative, but always affectionate and even flattering. Crux Easton was a delightful old house, it faced south with an immense view over Berkshire and Hampshire. The garden was stocked with fruit and we gave the gardener seeds for every vegetable under the sun; food had almost disappeared from the shops by the summer of 1944.