Who, ultimately, does the blame lie with over the Iranian hostage situation?
For the British to look for blame you can’t really blame an uncivilised government like Iran. The leopard can’t change its spots. It will always act like any terrorist illiberal state. It did it before with the Jimmy Carter hostage crises. The blame will be on Britain if it doesn’t do a Margaret Thatcher and set a precedence of standing up to illegal acts such that they don’t happen again. Blockading an Iranian port would be a good start.
Well, as you ask so specifically, “who, ultimately” then I suppose we must go back to basics. Lieutenant-Colonel T.E. Lawrence C.B., D.S.O. a.k.a. Lawrence of Arabia During WW I, Lawrence helped lead an arab army against ( primarily ) Turkish forces, and probably convinced the Arabs that he, and, presumably, the British generally, could be trusted to deal fairly with them. At the end of the war the Arab Council met in the recently liberated Damascus, and probably wouldn’t have achieved anything at all, had Lawrence not fought tooth and nail, not only amongst the Arab delegates, but also with the British High Command. The fiasco that followed this led to the partition of Arabia and Mesopotamia much along the artificial lines that it is today, Kuwait and Iraq having been divided on purely economic grounds, with an eye to future oil production. Thus, in true chain reaction terms, led to the invasion of Kuwait by Iraqi forces on 2nd August 1990, which engendered the first Gulf war, and in
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