Anthony Eden
The Politician Broken by Suez
Prime Minister, empire soothsayer, and the man who mistook certainty for wisdom.
They called me Churchill’s chosen heir, a statesman with the bearing of royalty and the charm of a seasoned diplomat. What they didn’t see — what I barely admitted — was the ache in my gut, the drugs that kept me sharp, and the ghost of Hitler that made me see monsters everywhere. I thought Nasser was another tyrant to be crushed, and I crushed myself in the process. Suez was my Waterloo, my opera of errors sung before the world. I still hear the whispers: 'He was brilliant. He was broken. He was wrong.'
What I'm Into: The Queen’s quiet concern, Churchill’s cigar smoke, maps that still show pink, the thrill of midnight diplomacy, a country that no longer trusts me
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