Almost 80 years after his father came within a whisker of death as he fought General Franco’s fascist forces, author George Orwell’s son is fighting a new battle over his legacy from one of Spain’s darkest hours.
In an emotional visit, Richard Blair went to the trenches in Zaragoza, in which Orwell battled to stop the spread of fascism in Europe in 1936. The Spanish civil war failed to stop General Franco seizing power. Orwell’s son is determined to preserve the historic trenches his father fought in during the Spanish Civil war in 1938.
Mr Blair, 71, is demanding that the Spanish government keep his father’s fighting legacy alive by reversing its policy of allowing the trenches to fall into disrepair.
In doing so, he has entered the middle of a furious political row in Spain between the Socialist Party, who think the war’s battle sites should be preserved, and the current government which believes it’s better not to open old wounds. This ideological battle neatly mirrors the themes in Orwell’s own books.
But who or more importantly, what, was George Orwell?
He is featured in the centre of the photo above standing head and shoulders above everyone else. Was he from another world, the future or was he one of the Nephilim, the parallel race who it is believed live amongst us on earth?
Is that where his visionary and scarily-accurate information about the present day for his novels came from?
The author of Animal Farm and 1984 seemed to have an uncannily-precise understanding of a world more than half a century in his future. More and more aspects of his books are unfolding like prophecies rather than imagination.
He was a socialist but his vision of the built-in failure of socialism was defined in Animal Farm which may have been based on a Russia under Marx then the corrupting influence of Stalin or Spain under Franco.
1984 is a chilling account of life in 2015. If Animal Farm was a study of the built-in weakness of socialism, 1984 was a scrutiny of how fascism also is bound to fail.
Orwell was very tall (6’2″) for mid 20th century life. It was perhaps the equivalent of 7′ for today’s better-fed young generation.
Was he a Nephilim from the future? Possibly not as his blood group was A+ so not a Rhesus Negative which is the blood group Nephilim are all believed to share. But he was an oddity with astonishing vision.
Excerpt from 1984:
“Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer; though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing. A kilometer away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape. This, he thought with a sort of vague distaste – this was London, chief city of Airstrip One, itself the third most populous of the provinces of Oceania. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this.
Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with balks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? And the bombed sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the willow herb straggled over the heaps of rubble; and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger path and there had sprung up sordid colonies of wooden dwellings like chicken houses?
But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright-lit tableaux, occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible.
The Ministry of Truth – Minitrue, in Newspeak – was startlingly different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white concrete, soaring up, terrace after terrace, three hundred meters into the air. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party:
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.
The Ministry of Truth contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. Scattered about London there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of Victory Mansions you could see all four of them simultaneously.
These were the homes of the four Ministries between which the entire apparatus of government was divided: the Ministry of Truth, which concerned itself with news, entertainment, education, and the fine arts; the Ministry of Love, which maintained law and order; and the Ministry of Plenty, which was responsible for economic affairs. Their names, in Newspeak: Minitrue, Minipax, Miniluv, and Miniplenty.”