An event that happened in 1987 has been buzzing around in my head today. That event is the firebombing of Anna Sullivan’s house in Islington by local fascists.
Anna was an art teacher, an anti-racist, and a former leading local activist in the Anti-Nazi League. Politics was – and is – in her blood. Her father was Bob Darke, a former Hackney Communist Party councillor, who turned on the Party. In 1951 he had a Penguin Special book ghost-written and published in his name called The Communist Technique in Britain. I am looking at a copy now and its contents have certainly not improved over the years: for the sake of our continued friendship me and Anna don’t really discuss it much!
Anna is her own person though. She had been a member of the Socialist Workers Party until she was expelled with the rest of its anti-fascist core when the SWP shut down the original Anti-Nazi League. She was one of the founder members of Red Action although didn’t remain long in that organisation.
Using the squat as a base the nazi skinheads terrorised the local community.
A year to the day after an anti-racist march on the squat took place three petrol bombs came crashing through the basement bay windows of Anna’s house. It so happened that she was sleeping downstairs as her room was being decorated, so she had early warning as the place exploded into flames.
Anna got out of the house with her son and pet dog which they rescued from a burning room. Virtually everything she ever owned was destroyed in the fire. When she talks about it she particularly mentions her photos that were consumed by the flames.
I first met Anna when she was speaking at a meeting shortly after the firebombing. The sense that I got from what happened to her – that fascist barbarism was a current evil and not just a relic from the past – has stayed with me ever since.
The day after the firebombing, which totally gutted the house, the local nazis stood across the road admiring their handiwork. Nobody was ever convicted for what, after all, was attempted murder.
The police told Anna that “if you get mixed up with this sort of [anti-racist] activity, what do you expect?”
The trauma of the event led to Anna contracting ME and she never worked again as a teacher. Anna remained a fighter though and continues to write, paint and dispense political advice.
Sometimes events and people won’t go out of your mind, so I thought I would write about it here. I spoke to Anna earlier to let her know I planned to write something. I hadn’t spoken to her in a long while but we pretty much carried on where we had last left off, as happens with old friends.
She says she doesn’t use the internet, so it remains to be seen whether she will find out how much those events of nearly 25 years ago still resonate with me.