Spiked: Brendan O'Neill on the Maoist lunacy of the Jason Arday cult.
An excerpt:
He chokes up as he whips himself for the moral error of having very mildly criticised the prof before his death. Reading from a prepared script, like some terrified soul at a 1930s showtrial, he bows and scrapes in performative sorrow for having spoken ‘glibly, frivolously and callously’ of the now beatified professor. That I am a man ‘capable of great callousness’ is now ‘permanently on the page’, he says. I will be tarred for life by my Arday apostasy, he softly sobs – it’s a moral scar ‘I can’t escape’, and that ‘is right, it’s a necessity, to ensure I never make such grave and irresponsible errors of judgement again’.
