The sight of Iraqis pulling down the statue of Saddam
Hussein in central Baghdad brought a lump to my throat. As a boy I remember
well the day that we heard Hitler was dead. As a young man I saw the plinth
on Gellert Hill in Budapest where Hungarians had wrecked the statue of
Stalin,leaving nothing but his bronze boots. Grown up, I shall never forget
the look on Ceausescu’s face when he realised in 1989 that the Romanians in
the square below were booing him – or the deep satisfaction of watching
people smashing the Berlin Wall. So it is with Saddam. To hell with tyrants,
one and all, and so say all free people.

You can read more of David’s take in Jay’s Impromptus today.