Peppery Yorkshireman Clarence Henry Willcock, 55, had no intention of making himself a cause célébre. He was simply fed up. When a burly constable armed with all the majesty of entrenched bureaucracy stopped him for speeding in a London suburb last year, Harry's reflexes crystallized. "All right, now," Police Constable Muckle told Harry, when he pulled to a stop, "let's see your identity card." Since the first days of World War II, all Britons have been required to carry identity cards and produce them on demand, but Harry's jaw was set. "No," he answered. Constable Muckle rubbed his chin. "Will you...
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