Harry's Last Stand
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Son and comrade to Harry Leslie Smith and co-conspirator with his Harry's Last Stand. 5 books, hundreds of essays, cross country and cross continent tours to not make his past our future.
62 times around the sun today. It's been a roller coaster to say the least. But I wouldn't have missed any of it for the world.
October 22, 2025 at 1:18 PM
62 times around the sun today. It's been a roller coaster to say the least. But I wouldn't have missed any of it for the world.
Every day, I am drawn to the photograph resting on the cabinet above the television.
In it, my mother stands by a fountain in Caracas, Venezuela. It is winter 1982, and she is on vacation with my father. Mum is 53, and her relaxed look reflects joy and gratitude for the chance to travel.
In it, my mother stands by a fountain in Caracas, Venezuela. It is winter 1982, and she is on vacation with my father. Mum is 53, and her relaxed look reflects joy and gratitude for the chance to travel.
October 20, 2025 at 5:13 PM
Every day, I am drawn to the photograph resting on the cabinet above the television.
In it, my mother stands by a fountain in Caracas, Venezuela. It is winter 1982, and she is on vacation with my father. Mum is 53, and her relaxed look reflects joy and gratitude for the chance to travel.
In it, my mother stands by a fountain in Caracas, Venezuela. It is winter 1982, and she is on vacation with my father. Mum is 53, and her relaxed look reflects joy and gratitude for the chance to travel.
On maintaining political and familial legacies.
September 4, 2025 at 6:18 PM
On maintaining political and familial legacies.
Harry Leslie Smith reflecting in his The Green And Pleasant Land on Sept 1, 1939 and the start of WW2
August 31, 2025 at 11:18 PM
Harry Leslie Smith reflecting in his The Green And Pleasant Land on Sept 1, 1939 and the start of WW2
Chapter One: I Am Born
"A cold winter rain fell over Barnsley in the early hours of February 25, 1923, freezing against windowpanes and forming black ice on the cobbled streets. The rain, as hard as Yorkshire stone, tumbled down and drowned out the screams of Mum as she laboured to birth me"
"A cold winter rain fell over Barnsley in the early hours of February 25, 1923, freezing against windowpanes and forming black ice on the cobbled streets. The rain, as hard as Yorkshire stone, tumbled down and drowned out the screams of Mum as she laboured to birth me"
August 25, 2025 at 1:54 AM
Chapter One: I Am Born
"A cold winter rain fell over Barnsley in the early hours of February 25, 1923, freezing against windowpanes and forming black ice on the cobbled streets. The rain, as hard as Yorkshire stone, tumbled down and drowned out the screams of Mum as she laboured to birth me"
"A cold winter rain fell over Barnsley in the early hours of February 25, 1923, freezing against windowpanes and forming black ice on the cobbled streets. The rain, as hard as Yorkshire stone, tumbled down and drowned out the screams of Mum as she laboured to birth me"
Harry Leslie Smith on his beginning a life as a migrant
August 16, 2025 at 1:58 PM
Harry Leslie Smith on his beginning a life as a migrant