An extraordinary thing happened last week: an art installation caused crowd and traffic chaos, bus diversions and the closure of the nearby Tube station, Tower Hill.
I am, of course referring to the First World War ceramic poppy installation, Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red, by the artist Paul Cummins in the Tower of London. By Armistice Day on 11 November there will be 888,246 ceramic poppies planted, one for each British and colonial death during the war.
An estimated four million of us will have seen it by then, myself included. Via social media, I can tell that dozens of people I know have been too. Perhaps surprisingly, it has cut across generations.
How can a memorial that has inspired millions to come and reflect be “toothless”? Jones only reinforces how out of touch the liberal media elite is with the general public.
I do not understand how wearing a poppy in innocent remembrance can offend anyone. Nor, do I comprehend the need for those ridiculous white poppies. How is honouring those who died any kind of endorsement of war? Wear your poppy with pride – or don’t. But if you choose not to, spare us the personal justification. Because, sometimes in life, it really isn’t always all about you.
Stefano Hatifeld is the editor-in-chief of High50.com