“I know you, W. I know where you have been. You are the rich kid who avoided the draft. My friends, too poor to earn a deferment, found themselves in the 13 months of hell that was Vietnam. Yeah, you did the drugs, the drink, turned, in your own words, your mother’s hair grey – real ace baby-boomer stuff. I can still see guys like you cruising in your red Ford Mustangs while I was out marching or handing out leaflets, or struggling to pay my way through university while waiting tables into the early hours.”
the guardian has collected 60 open letters to the president on the occasion of his state visit to london.