Painting as a Pastime by Winston Churchill (1948)
Reading this, it comes to mind one of the most unknown episodes of Churchill’s life is the Bengal famine of 1943 [1], in which he was personally responsible for the death of at least two million Indian. I guess that painting and writing wasn’t enough of a past time. Gallipoli wasn’t really something to write letters home about, you just need to read something mildly objective to realize the kind of sick person this man was.<p>The point I’m trying to make is, History is written by winners. In most contexts, this man would be nothing more than another early 20th century psychopath. Certainly not a hero, a giant or even a decent human being. Wouldn’t he had been kicked out of 10 Downing St. Europe would have certainly suffered another WW2 aftermath, only to feed his personal and sick bloodlust.<p><a href="https:&#x2F;&#x2F;en.wikipedia.org&#x2F;wiki&#x2F;Bengal_famine_of_1943" rel="nofollow">https:&#x2F;&#x2F;en.wikipedia.org&#x2F;wiki&#x2F;Bengal_famine_of_1943</a>