Ranting Cassandras: Refugee Artists
Jonathan Meades, 26 June 2025
There are, of course, the huddled masses, nameless, deprived of family, possessions, hope, dignity, wrapped in ragged blankets of despair, worn and punished for their very existence. And then there are the onymous wealthy or celebrated or connected, who have the means to act on their prognosis. Billy Wilder’s apothegm that ‘the optimists died in the gas chambers, the pessimists...