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The American people have this lesson to learn: That where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob, and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.
- Frederick Douglass
Frederick Douglass, “Southern Barbarism,” 24th Anniversary of Emancipation, Washington, DC, 1886 in Philip Foner, ed. The Life and Writings of Frederick Douglass, Vol. 4 (New York: International Pub., 1950), 434.
The audacious story of how a RAF pilot flew down the Champs-Elysees to drop a French Tricolor over Nazi-occupied Paris has emerged after his medals were put up for sale.

In a daring raid intended to boost the morale of the French, Wing Commander Ken Gatward flew just feet off the ground to put the wind up the Germans.
After dropping a huge French flag on top of the Arc de Triomphe, the British pilot headed towards the Gestapo headquarters which he raked with 20mm shells.
The attack sent the German SS troops running for their lives, to the delight of Parisians.
Wg Cdr Gatward’s antics were celebrated in British newspaper cartoons and raised the hope and morale among the British and French.
One of the cartoons depicted his aircraft doing a loop around the Eiffel Tower, with the word ‘Hope’ written in the sky using his trail smoke.
He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross and after the war he was hailed a hero by the French government who presented him with a large bottle of Champagne and a Tricolor in Paris.
Wg Cdr Gatward’s medal set, that includes his DFC with bar and a Distinguished Service Order, have now been put up for auction after the recent death of his widow.
Being sold with it are the pilot’s log books and the wooden commemorative Champagne case inscribed with the words ‘In Remembrance of Your Flight Over Paris’.
A souvenir booklet featuring a sketch of the moment Wg Cdr Gatward and his observer dropped the Tricolor over the Arc de Triomphe with German army trucks on the ground is also being sold.
James Grinter, of auctioneers Reeman Dansie of Colchester, Essex, said: “Ken Gatwood’s act of bravery is a real Boy’s Own story.
“He was asked to volunteer for the ‘unsafe mission’ which was aimed at boosting the morale of the French and British people as well as undermine the Germans.
“This is June 1942 and the real dark days of war for the French and this was to demonstrate that the Germans weren’t invincible.”
Wg Cdr Gatward was chosen for the sortie as he had demonstrated a skill for accurate flying during low-level attacks on enemy positions after Dunkirk.
The British had been informed the Germans held daily parades down the Champs-Elysees and he was asked to strafe the parade.
He and his navigator, Flight Sergeant George Fern, took off from Thorny Island, near Portsmouth, on June 12.
After reaching Paris, he flew at just 30ft before Ft Sgt released the flag down the flare shute and over the Arc de Triomphe.
Mr Grinter said: “It is an amazing story - one of those that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
“He flew down the Champs-Elysees at second floor window height. It was an incredible act of bravery and a real audacious attack.
“He attacked the Gestapo HQ and SS troops were seen to run for their lives. As he turned for home the Germans came out and shook their fists at him.
“The attack gave Parisians one of the greatest thrills of the war and had a huge effect on the morale of the French and at home.”
After returning unscathed to Britain, Wg Cdr Gatward wrote in his logbook: “Paris - no cover - 0ft. Drop tricolours on Arc Triomphe & Ministrie Marine. Shoot up German HQ. Little flak - no E.A. Bird in STBD oil radiator.
“Returned Northolt and on to command 61 photos. Heavy rain over England. France fair to light.”
The bird in question was a French crow that clattered into Wg Cdr Gatward’s Beaufighter plane as he approached Paris.
Upon his return to England, he removed the dead bird and laid it to rest at RAF Northolt.
Wg Cdr Gatward was awarded a second DFC in September 1944 for taking part in an aeriel attack on a German convoy in Norwegian waters.
He spent 30 years in the RAF before retiring. He lived in Frinton-on-Sea, Essex, with wife Pamela and died in 1998 aged 84.
His medals and other items are expected to sell for £8,000 at the auction on Friday.
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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
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DC’s Post-Convergence and Marvel’s Post-Secret Wars ongoing titles written by women.
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Fuck today was a rough one. One no show, had to make a salad for an event, botched some public speaking thing. Wasted a bunch of time doing tasks that I shouldn’t have done. Cat pissed the bed, I did do one big good thing at least.
air and light and time and space
“— you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something
has always been in the
way
but now
I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and
the light.
for the first time in my life I’m going to have a place and the time to
create.”
no baby, if you’re going to create
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
or
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on
welfare,
you’re going to create with part of your mind and your
body blown
away,
you’re going to create blind
crippled
demented,
you’re giong to create with a cat crawling up your
back while
the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.
baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses
for.
- Charles Bukowski