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I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take it anymore. If I hear another person
refer to me as a “ Times contributor”, I am going to explode
with anger. When Matthew Parris writes, he does not write for me. When Alice
Miles writes, she does not write for me. No one else
speaks for me.

The last straw was walking into a restaurant and being greeted as Mr
Finkelstein. So what if we are both fortysomething ginger-hairs who
write for The Times? Do I not have an identity of my own?

They get the chance to write every week. I have to make do with occasional
appearances. I call that crude censorship, just because I hold different
views. Surely I should be given the chance to write whenever they do, so
that I can make clear to you, dear reader, that we do not all have the same
opinions. But the powers that be at The Times won’t let me. They are,
clearly, waging a campaign to silence me, by only allowing me to write every
other week.