Hell Hath No Fury...

Why will this wretched woman not just shut up for a change? The saga over the war internees continues to drag on and it's getting nasty. Anna Xuereb has thrown everything she has at arch colonial apologist Victor J. de Bono, of Lancashire, in her bid to make sure he doesn't come back.
The most transparent gambit, the resource of the beginner polemicist, is her adoption of the moral high ground:

Let me make this clear. Contrarily to what Mr de Bono believes, neither I nor my ancestors were anti-British. We proudly were, and are, anti-Colonialist. Our ample respect for the great British people is only matched by our affection. We deem them as noble as we deem their lackeys ignoble.

By making a pious stand on her anti-colonialism, Xuereb can tacitly absolve herself of the charge that the debate is not merely a childish display of name-calling.
She also attempts to exonerate herself from the pettiness of her real agenda by feigning pity for her antagonist:

All in all I find Mr de Bono quite endearing - his blissful divorce from history, his nostalgia for a very deceased empire, his remoteness from the conscience of mankind, his collection of fossils any natural history museum would envy.

Xuereb though does have a point about de Debono's alien status, an issue she brashly mocks with a reference to a "Lincolnshire lending library". She raises this in relation to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, which she imagines misguidedly to be in the collections of British regional libraries. Furthermore, the Universal Declaration of Human Rights would have been of limited use to her beloved internees during the war seeing as it was adopted in 1948.
While dismissing de Bono's right to speak for the whole Maltese people, Xuereb cites the glowing testimony of Enrico Mizzi offered by Dom Mintoff and Gorg Borg Olivier, who called "the greatest of all Maltese". I daresay those two individuals would have a fair idea of who to elect to the post of second greatest of all Maltese, but that's another matter. And when Xuereb talks about a political dinosaur, she's not referring to Mintoff, as most of her PN companions might do, but to the beleaguered de Bono.
In making her historical case she draws on the questionable authority of Stewart Perowne, a classics specialist whose only book not about his preferred subject is about Malta during the war. The name of the book is "The siege within the walls: Malta 1940-1943" and can be bought here from prices as low £4.70 sterling.
Without wishing to enter the merit of this tired debate, would it be unreasonable to ask The Times not to enrol its self-obsessed letter-writers as columnists. And if it is necessary to linger on the subject of the infamous internees, perhaps it might do well to publish the views of credible historians, rather than the petulant hissy fits of this Megaera.