Keeping the masses in their place never works. Prejudice never stopped my father - and cancel culture will never stop me

I am the daughter of an East End barrow boy, born in Tower Hamlets in 1918 with the odds stacked against him from birth.

I am the daughter of an East End barrow boy born into a Russian Orthodox Jewish family with little prospect of ever leaving the dreadful council flats.

I am the daughter of an East End barrow boy who left school at aged 11 when his father died to support his mum and sister by working in their greengrocer’s shop.

I am the daughter of an East End barrow boy who worked in a factory for 10 years as a machinist with the dream of becoming an actor on the West End stage, the big screen and even television.

I...

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Keeping the masses in their place never works. Prejudice never stopped my father – and cancel culture will never stop me

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