TL;DR
Harry Leslie Smith is a proper hero. It’s word that we overuse; in this case it fits. He survived the crushing poverty of the Great Depression, joined the RAF in WW2, then had a full life in England & Canada. Amazingly, he spent the last decade of his life raising the alarm about inequity and inequality in Britain, Europe and North America.
Harry’s Last Stand reads like an epic poem of the things we forgot, the goals we achieved and let slip past us. It’s deeply sad, and deeply troubling and I hope we can capture any small fraction of the courage and grit that Harry had.