Earlier during that week in 1994 I had a conversation with the dean of humanities. "Hall," he asked me, smiling, "What do you think of the holocaust?" "It was terrible crime." I replied. "Hall," he said, "you know you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs." I was horrified. Who was I working for? Who were these people? A secret organisation called "the Owls" controlled the university. It was hard at work in my department. In exchange for a waiver of tuition fees one of the teachers had been recruited by the Owls and it was part of his job to report on his colleagues. And now, I found myself standing in a huge dimly lit hall. Heavy red velvet drapes hung from either side of the stage. Staff, students and parents were on their feet, intoning the university song. They were singing about avenging the death of three murdered students. Hanging down over the stage was a drape – in the middle, the black emblem of a
Left wing commentary from the heart and the head