This is an old picture of Port William in Wigtownshire, a little seaside village, in the South West corner of Scotland, near Newton Stewart, near Wigtown, where Christianity is thought to have landed in Britain from Ireland, near where they drowned the Covenentor martyr, Margaret Wilson. If you arrived there this afternoon you would find it little changed. It has internet access and the cars are up to date, but everything else, has remained about the same throughout the three hundred years the generations of my family have walked along the walked along the seawall and pulled their coats around their chests to protect themselves against the fierce, cold winds that blow across Luce Bay.
Why?
When somewhere or someone discovers their essential nature and likes it, they see little need to change. Change is usually forced on us from without rather than within. Some of that change helps us to grow and prosper. Some of it destroys the past we know and understand.
Let us not therefore decry meddling...we are all in this together...the world belongs to all of us.
Speak up for the democratic movement. Speak up for the people of the streets no matter where in the world those streets run.
Speak up.
Gray Dourman
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