Remember the 60s? When we thought we could change the world with love and peace?
Fifty years on and now the instigators of change are fear and hatred.
Looking at my 11-week-old grandson this morning I realised that this is the world he will grow up in, and that he and others like him will have to be the change we've failed to be. But for now the responsibility is on us. If we can do it right, if we can put strong foundations in place, if we can encourage and teach and above all love these children, who knows what they will achieve? Maybe even a world where no-one has to ask, 'But who is my neighbour?'