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George Carey. Know the Truth

KNOW THE TRUTH. A MEMOIR. George Carey

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CONTENTS

FOREWORD

1 No Backing Out

2 East End Boy

3 Signals

4 Shaken Up

5 A Changing Church

6 Challenges of Growth

7 Letters from Number 10

8 Archbishop-in-Waiting

9 Women Shake the Church

10 Forced to Change

11 Bishop in Mission

12 Power and Politicians

13 Clash of Cultures

14 Empty Stomachs Have no Ears

15 The Rosewood Tree

16 The Challenge of Homosexuality

17 Lambeth ’98

18 Opening the Door

19 Rubbing Our Eyes

20 From Crusades to Co-Operation

21 The Glory of the Crown

22 A World in Crisis

23 Quo Vadis?

INDEX

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

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Title Page

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The adult world I now found myself a member of was certainly not dull or lacking interest. On the contrary, it was a bustling, urgent world of caring for customers and serving others. As office boy I was at the bottom of the heap, and the servant of all. At the top of the pile was Mr Vincent, a tall, emaciated figure who swept through the outer offices to sycophantic calls of ‘Good morning, sir! Good morning, Mr Vincent.’ Without acknowledging any of the greetings he would disappear into his office, closing the door sharply behind him.

I fell foul of Mr Vincent in my second week. I was summoned into his office and given instructions to go to a shop in Whitechapel and collect some goods he had ordered. He gave me £5 to cover the cost. I was thrilled at this opportunity to show him that I was up to scratch. I jumped on the bus happily and then, for some reason known only to the brain of an absent-minded fifteen-year-old, I started to clear out my pockets of their debris, discarding some items and shredding others. I arrived at the shop, and after I had been handed the parcel I reached for the note I had put into my top pocket. With mounting horror, I realised what I had done. From my pocket I withdrew – half of a fiver. The shopkeeper refused the tattered remains of the note point-blank, and with panic I returned to face the music, knowing that my job was on the line.

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