History is littered with myths that we have come to believe as facts.
This is because the truth belongs to the victor!
I have to be biased over which history to write about, because I was
born and raised in Britain, so I tend to know more about British history than
other histories. This of course comes from the British slant on what was taught to me
when I was a child. I have had a life-long interest in history and why people
lived the way they did.
The Battle of Hastings (which wasn’t at Hastings) could have, and should
have, had a different ending. If you don’t know about this battle it’s something
that all children of Britain are taught about. We might not know our pin
numbers for the bank but we all know 1066, the year of the battle.
To cut a long story short, William ’The Bastard’ (honest, that was his
name) was the Duke of Normandy who claimed that the throne of England was
promised to him. But Harold, the current owner of the pointy head-piece,
disagreed - and, as with all disagreements between boys, they decided to have a fight
about it!
But Harold and his brother had also fallen out, so his brother had gone
to the Danes to ask if he could borrow an army and attack Harold.
Harold marched his men to Stamford Bridge, near York, where the battle
with his brother took place, and Harold won.
One fact about this battle I loved as a young boy was that one of the
Viking invaders stood on the bridge armed with an axe and held the whole of
Harold’s army at bay by himself.
When the battle was over Harold, marched his men back down to the south
coast to fight off the Norman invasion - this in itself was a colossal feat.
Wave after wave of attack by the Norman cavalry could not break the
Anglo-Saxon shield wall until the Normans feigned a retreat and Harold’s men
broke rank and chased after them: this altered the whole course of British
history.
Another myth that we relish here in Britain is the great Francis Drake
and the defeat of the terrible Spanish Armada!
Francis Drake did not defeat the Spanish Armada; he had little to do
with the battle, and actually sailed back in to dock with a Spanish ship to
claim salvage on it while the rest of the British fleet was engaged in the
battle. The British weather, a bit of luck, and a few fire-boats defeated the Armada.
Drake was a low-life pirate, who, for some unknown reason, has gone down in
British history as a hero. This was a quality that he never ever demonstrated. He even left his cousin, the man that took him in and set him up with a life at
sea, to die in battle. Can you imagine his surprise when Hawkins (his cousin)
later sailed back into port alive and well?
The battle of Agincourt was another myth, though the battle did of course take
place. But the overwhelming odds were rubbish. Both armies were more or less
evenly matched. What won the battle was not the longbowmen, as we have been
led to believe, but the choice of venue for the battle and the French retarded
view of chivalry. The commanders led from the front on horseback into what can
only be described as a swamp. With their heavy armour they were soon bogged
down and were in many cases clubbed to death!
But of course all this doesn’t really matter to anyone except a few
pedants like me. But what about history that’s in the making, what about now?
What will future generations think of our governments, that are still run
by the ’old school tie’ brigade? What will they think about us as a nation, that
have built up a welfare state in such a short space, then idly stood back and
watched as it is dismembered before our eyes? What will they think about us
accepting big business controlling our every move, where we give up more and
more rights because of some deep seated fear of media-hyped terrorism, or
xenophobia.
People are now marking the 50th anniversary of the death of
JFK. Much is now being made about his philandering and his drug dependency.
Personally I don’t care who or what he slept with as long as he did his job. I
would have had more concerns with his links to the Mafia than I would about his
sex life. But none of this matters any more, as he has taken his place in history.
All men in power have secrets in their closets, in fact we all have secrets. You
do not climb the greasy pole to get into a position of power without treading
on a few heads along the way. And when in power, you find you have to talk to
and deal with people you both loath and despise. But still you have to deal
with them. As long as it’s in your country's interest, then it’s fine, but it
seems more and more that only the politicians and their kind benefit from their
deals.
You see the problem is that one man's terrorist is another man's freedom
fighter. And what can be seen to the world as a great statesman can be seen as
a corrupt despot to his/her people. It all depends on your social, religious
economical and geographical background on who is a hero and who is a villain.
We are all part hero and part villain, but sometimes in history it seems
the villains always win!
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