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Last month in Jerusalem, I discovered that the British scarcely occupy a place of honour in Yad Vashem, the Holocaust museum. The Avenue of Righteous Gentiles, which leads up to the memorial to the million and a half children who died, commemorates many and all too few names. I saw no Lord Portland or Anthony Eden among them. Nor is the Labour government of 1945 unduly venerated. Yad Vashem insists that the British throttled entry to Palestine and repelled the overloaded ships which brought the surviving scum of the earth to the land promised to them both by their God…

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