Kayte ferguson biography of mahatma gandhi
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Tuesday marks the 70th anniversary since the death of the world’s most famous pacifist, Mahatma Gandhi.
During his lifetime and since his death, his name has become synonymous with the concept of peaceful protest.
His remark: “An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind” is widely considered to be one the more succinct phrases which sum up his ideology.
A lifetime of peaceful protest
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Promoter of peace and regarded by many as modern India’s founding father, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was born in 1869, in an India that was still under British colonial rule.
During a lifetime dedicated to non-violent acts of civil disobedience that helped eventually free India from British rule, the devout Hindu became known as Mahatma, meaning Great Soul.
After the First World War, Britain cracked down on Indian civil liberties, convincing Gandhi of the need for self-rule and inspiring his long-running peaceful civil disobedi
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It was the beginning of August and we were holidaying on the island of Rügen. Again.
Our third year in a row. Our second time staying at Apartmenthouse Anne, located ten minutes away from the beach and run by a straightforward but formidable woman whose disdain for small talk both impressed and alarmed us.
“We’ve become middle-aged,” I told LSB over dinner one night. An annual retreat to the Baltic Sea is the hallmark of habits belonging to German couples in their 50s.
“Maybe we should get married,” I suggested.
“Okay,” said LSB.
He was humouring me. In our decade together, we’d had multiple conversations about the institution, most of them featuring grand statements of our indifference. Our relationship defined itself, I would conclude. We didn’t need a ring, or a party, or somebody else’s blessing.
LSB agreed.
But over the past few months, something gravely unnerving had occurred: the idea of marriage was becoming less off-putting.
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