What is it with Britain’s cultural custodians and their hatred of everything British? National self-loathing drips from curators and directors alike, revealed in a Tourette’s-like compulsion to blurt out ‘Decolonise!’ at everything they see. They are currently getting hot under the collar in the sleepy town of Stratford-upon-Avon, where they have Shakespeare’s birthplace in their sights.
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