Soldiers from India who died in the first world war (The war we don’t remember, 11 November) were at least treated with respect after death: on the Downs above Brighton the Chattri memorial commemorates Hindus and Sikhs who died in the hospital set up for them in the Brighton Pavilion, where they were welcomed and looked after by local people. And, on the island of Lemnos, Muslim, Hindu and Sikh soldiers, who died in field hospitals from wounds received at Gallipoli have their own burial areas in beautiful graveyards, equal with the boys from Britain, New Zealand and Australia, who lie there with them.

Chris Hardy

London

• As a postscript to Giles Fraser’s wonderful piece on the Poet of the Black Chair – Hedd Wyn – (Loose canon, 10 November), I would urge him and others to visit Yr Ysgwrn, the farmhouse near Trawsfynydd in north Wales where the poet grew up. The house has been recently renovated and serves as a memorial to Hedd Wyn and others from the area who fell in the Great War. The Black Chair of Birkenhead is there for all to see.

Geraint Hughes

Llantrisant, Mid Glamorgan

• It is disingenuous for anyone to say they don’t have a racist bone in their body (Former Vogue editor tackles accusations, 11 November). We all have them, whether or not we are aware of them. The challenge for all of us is to recognise our latent racism (more common and ultimately more insidious than the overt version), confront it, and work to minimise if not eradicate its effects on the people we know and those we don’t. If we continue to pretend it doesn’t exist, we will never move forward.

Carol Granere

Evie, Orkney

• It is mildly comforting that our foreign secretary is “fluent in French and has reasonable German” (Letters, 10 November). It’s his command of English that terrifies me.

Ian Gordon

Folkestone, Kent

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