Lloyd Williams found a boxing club in
Berlin where he could do an hour's training for a few pennies. It was
in a working class district called Wedding, north of the city center.
He exercised with the Indian clubs
and the medicine ball, skipped rope, hit the punch bag, and then put
on a helmet and did five rounds in the ring. The club coach found him
a sparring partner, a German his own age and size – Lloyd was a
welterweight. The German boy had a nice fast jab that came from
nowhere and hurt Lloyd several times, until Lloyd hit him with a left
hook and knocked him down.
Lloyd
had been raised in a rough neighborhood,
the East End of London. At the age of twelve he had been bullied at
school. 'Same thing happened to me,' his stepfather, Bernie Leckwith
, had said. 'Cleverest boy in school, and you get picked on by the
class shlamer.' Dad was
Jewish – his mother had spoken only Yiddish. He had taken Lloyd to
the Aldgate Boxing Club. Ethel had been against it, but Bernie had
overruled her, something that did no t happen often.
Lloyd
had learned to move fast and punch hard, and the bullying had
stopped. He had also got the
broken nose that made him look less of a pretty boy. And he had
discovered a talent. He had quick reflexes and a combative streak,
and he had won prizes in the ring. The coach was disappointed that he
wanted to go to Cambridge University instead of turning professional.
He showered and put
his suit back on, then went to a workingmen bar, bought a glass of
draft beer, and sat down to write to his half-sister, Millie, about
the incident with the Brownshirts. Millie was envious of him taking
this trip with their mother, and he had promised to send her frequent
bulletins.
Lloyd had been
shaken by this morning 's fracas. Politics was part of everyday life
for him: his mother had been a Member of Parliament, his father was
local councilor in London, and he himself was London Chairman of the
Labour League of Youth. But it had always been a matter of debating
and voting – until today. He had never before seen an office
thrashed by uniformed thugs while the police looked on smiling. It
was the politics with the gloves off, and it had shocked him.
'Could this happen
in London ? He wrote. His first instinct was to think that it could
not. But Hitler had admirers among British industrialists and
newspapers proprietors. Only a few months ago the rogue MP Sir Osvald
Mosley had started the British Union of Fascists. Like the Nazis,
they had to strut up and down in military-style uniforms. What next?
He finished his
letter and folded it, then caught the S-train back into the city
center. He and his mother were going to meet Walter and Maud von
Ulrich for dinner. Lloyd had been hearing about Maud all his life.
She and his mother were unlikely friends. Ethel had started her
working life as a maid in a grand house owned by Maud's family. Later
they had been suffragettes together, campaigning for votes for women.
During the war they had produced a feminist newspaper. The
sodier's wife. Then they
had quarreled
over political tactics and
become estranged.
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23 From the book “Winter
of the world” by Ken Follet