LETTERS You're barmy
Sir: Mr Paul Johnson (And another thing, 22 March) calls me a 'wog', repeats it, says it again adding 'oleaginous', appears to set- tle for 'old fakir' (wrong country) before falling back on the Lonrho-inspired cliché, 'Pharaoh'.
If he is no longer able to raise the debate above the level of vulgar abuse, Mr John- son should call it a day. Tapping out his weekly tirade for you on Sunday mornings before tripping , off to Mass probably relieves all sorts of pressures, but it hardly addresses the fact that what I have done to clean up public life in this country has led to the resignations of four government min- isters and has given Michael Howard a nasty fright. He is keeping very quiet about that and it is not over yet. It must be distressing for Mr Johnson to see people he has sucked up to for years exposed in their true colours by someone like me whom he despises on racist grounds. He says I have 'lost my marbles' hut if he seriously believes that I am work- ing with the Conservative party, as he states twice, then he is so far up his own alley he doesn't know what game he is supposed to be playing. Far from deterring me, Mr Johnson's ravings only show how rotten much of the body politic has become, and I shall not be afraid to continue revealing the truth even though such a course carries personal risks. If being deported is one of them, then this is not the country of freedom, democracy and justice I have always believed it to be and where I provide worthwhile employ- 'Tent for 5,000 British people. During the 30 years I have lived here, I have not incurred as much as a parking ticket but I have brought in billions of pounds of busi- ness for British companies and pay £3 mil- lion in personal income tax every year, not Counting the £25 million my companies contribute to the national exchequer. What has Mr Johnson ever done for his country apart from changing his political coat every few years?
His wish to see me 'frogmarched onto the Plane at Heathrow' will go with him when the men in flapping coats arrive to prise his fingers off the keyboard. What was it the British squaddies based near my home in Alexandria used to call out? Ali yes, 'Gin- ger, you're barmy.' Anyway, I have a Gulf- stream G4 and my own private air terminal at Heathrow.
AI Fayed Harrods, Knightsbridge, London sW1
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