Literary Festivals Not For War Criminals
Hay-on-Wye police station is a modest, friendly, 1960s bungalow. A notice stuck to the reception desk invites visitors to a charity car boot sale; notices inform the curious about Peregrine Watch and warn the reckless off drink-driving. It was into these peaceful environs that Guardian columnist George Monbiot materialised, politely to inform the officer that he intends to make a citizen’s arrest at the festival tonight. The intended object is John Bolton, former US ambassador to the United Nations, on the grounds that there is “prima facie evidence” that the former US under-secretary of state for arms control is “guilty of war crimes”. Behaving as if Monbiot was reporting a lost mobile phone, the officer admirably took the explanation of Nuremberg principles this and UN charter that in his stride, and promised to “pass the matter on to Brecon”. An unusual visit? “We get a variety of inquiries in this police station,” returned the unruffled officer.
A diary entry from the Hay Festival. Brilliant!
