Andrew Doyle

1 week ago | spiked-online.com | Andrew Doyle

This detested ideology could only ever be sustained by terror. Share Topics Books Culture Identity Politics UK USA Want to read spiked ad-free? Become a spiked supporter. It was an extraordinary scene. Donald Trump, recently re-elected as president of the United States, found himself surrounded by women and girls in the East Room of the White House.

1 week ago | unherd.com | Andrew Doyle

Black Lives MatterdiverseFascismRaceRacismSocietyWhite nationalism This Sunday was the fifth anniversary of the death of George Floyd, a terrible event that supercharged an identity-obsessed cultural revolution that had been raging since the early 2010s. Floyd was quickly embraced as this new religion’s first martyr. Publicity for last Friday’s “Day of Remembrance” at the Minneapolis City Hall featured an image of Floyd crowned with a halo and strewn with flowers.

3 weeks ago | andrewdoyle.org | Andrew Doyle

If there is a better television drama series than Dennis Potter’s The Singing Detective (1986), I haven’t seen it. Recently I decided to watch again this fascinating and curious story, one in which the penumbral borderlands between past and present and fact and fiction are continually transgressed. It seems unlikely that such an experimental work of art would find its way on to television these days, let alone at a primetime slot on BBC One.

2 months ago | unherd.com | Andrew Doyle

CensorshipDebunkingFree SpeechPre-bunkingSocietyUK “The first thing we do: let’s kill all the lawyers”. This is the cry of Dick the Butcher, one of Jack Cade’s fellow rebels in Shakespeare’s Henry VI Part 2. The historical Cade had raised a motley army to fight back against the high taxes and corruption of the ruling class. The experts, in other words, had been found wanting.

Feb 2, 2025 | almendron.com | Andrew Doyle

Four cavalrymen collide on a battlefield. They are grappling for the standard, their swords raised, their faces twisted into monstrous snarls. Bodies of men and horses converge unnaturally in a maelstrom of urgency and rage. As they struggle for their prize, we can almost hear the clash of armor, the snapping of equine teeth, the pounding of hooves and hearts in the scalding fog of war.