At the Long Bar of Meikle's Hotel in Salisbury, white Rhodesians were clinking bottles and roaring the merry refrain of Land of Hope and Glory. From the African bar at the other corner of the building came a throaty Nkosi Si-kelele Afrika (God Bless Africa). "There you have it," said a Rhodesian businessman as he listened to both. "Take a man from one of those bars, push him into the other, and it would be like throwing in a hand grenade. Britain and the rest of the world can do what they like,...
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