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A year ago, Nicola Sturgeon marked Robert Burns’s 25 January birthday by posting a video celebrating his poetry, praising Scotland’s national bard for his “enduring values of equality, inclusion and internationalism” and inviting Scots to toast his memory at that evening’s Burns Night parties.
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THE “outing” of Scotland ‘s National Bard as a “sex pest” has split academics, with a biographer saying it was right to say “he had his Harvey Weinstein moments”. The debate was sparked by poet Liz Lochhead’s claim the wordsmith was the Harvey Weinstein of his day and had boasted in a letter of raping his pregnant girlfriend on a horse manure-strewn floor.
LIZ Lochhead’s banal comparison of Robert Burns to Harvey Weinstein on the basis of a single boastful letter to a male friend (“Anger over Burns ‘sex pest’ claim”, The Herald, January 15) tells us more about the current fashion for jumping on bandwagons than it does about the alleged sexual indiscretions of a man in his twenties who died more than 200 years ago.
Miss Lochhead, one of Scotland’s most popular modern poets, said she was “amazed” at the reaction to her comments comparing the Ayrshire wordsmith to Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein. She has been criticised by Burns fans and scholars who said the comparison was unfair.