No Great Loss
I blame my mother and her parents for my love of all things British. Eating dinner under the watchful eye of Edward VIII, whose picture and abdication speech hung on the wall, left quite an impression on me. I spent hours pouring over history books of the Royal Family, memorizing the line of succession, and imagined myself living in the England of Beatrix Potter, Jane Austen, or Agatha Christie.
Living in London during my junior year of college was everything I had hoped. Renting a flat on Conduit Mews, taking the Tube to school, taking advantage of theatre, opera, and so forth. It was delightful. I learned firsthand, however, of the antisemitism that resides just below the surface.
So the news that the BBC World Service has been forced, by the current economic downturn, to close five of its 32 World language services, cut radio programming in seven language, and end short-wave transmissions of an additional six languages was shocking. And welcome news. Now less people will have the opportunity to hear the anti-Israel, anti-semitic pieces favoured by the BBC.