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Friday 23 July 2010

The Peace Camp vs Parliament 2010

It has been such a pleasure to see the peace camp develop on the Green, Parliament Square. Almost surreal, but as you can see from these pictures I took in June the Peace camp is / was very real, and very creative.

A place where the spirit of people power was encouraged and as such, was also so opposite the square, grey suits and shadowy corruption of parliament in every way.


This picture of the statue of Churchill, so famously defaced in 1999 when people involved in the anti- capitalist movement put a clod of grass on top of his head and he looked like he was sporting a punky mohican hairdo, much to the horror of the establishment circles.

That day in June he was being haunted by a bright red dragon, perhaps representing the spirit of the many groups of workers to whom he sent the troops in to crush when they rose for a better life ( during his prime ministerial days, before his one during the second world war ). They struck against the employers and were brutally put down by troops who Churchill gave the order, the miners of the welsh valleys were particularly bitter with Churchill.

Of course there were things like rationing and the war as a whole which caused such hardship predominantly for workers of the country, he was actually most unpopular among the ordinary people, something you would never has guessed from the hero worship and his almighty statue that takes pride of place in parliament square.

However, aside from those details, the image represents the disdain the peace and environment movement had and still has for authority ( there was also a fair share of anarchists and socialists mixed in together as well ).

The desire of those people for more democracy and freedom. It is expressed creatively here in the above picture; Churchill being haunted by the dragon ( not the black dog you note, no, its a bright red dragon! )



Right in the middle of the Green was this charming Peace garden, people came there to meditate and talk about all manner of things from philosophy to politics to religion, to dig the earth and grow some plants and flowers.


The great peace veteran Harry Patch ( RIP ) was remembered here too




Yes, this is parliament in 2010, on the buses driving past, the public don't quite know what to make of it all, what is more interesting, parliament, or the peace camp?

Perhaps they are a bit afraid of the audacity of the peace campaigners who encourage people to think a bit deeper and maybe question the way things are.

When it comes to posing an alternative to parliament, the camp perhaps fell short, but I don't think that that was what it was all about, certainly as a spectator, the significance is about the Peace Camp being set up on Parliament Square and representing the desire of the people to see change.

The utter distrust, some maybe many have of establishment politics and the yearning for something different, something better, something that allows us to be the creative humans beings that lies deep within. That thing which is prevented from flourishing because of the wayward priorities of the current system whose political representation is parliament.

Friday 16 July 2010

The Unsung ones


Ain't old people just wonderful! They have experience, understanding and many also have a brilliant sense of humour. Of course it is not necessarily across the board, as with any characterisation of an age, it is a generality and there will always be exceptions.

Today I heard a lovely story about a very poor, fail and dishevelled looking old lady trying desperately to get someones attention in the crossroads on the local High Street here. She was clutching a very fat purse and was asking passers by who it belonged to. So happens my Mum walks passed and goes to her assistance, together they try to work out what to do. The old lady wants to give it to a policeman but of course they are never around, so they ummed and ahhed together and then, Mum comes up with the bright idea of going through the many cards in the wallet to find a bank card and going along to the same bank as the card in the wallet. They then proceeded to walk to the bank for them to return it to the rightful owner. Simple. Wonderful. Well done Mum.

They were stopped on the way by a very frantic woman who looked at Mum and the old lady who was holding out the purse and exclaimed "you have got my purse! oh thank you thank you", great, this lady explained how relieved she was because everything important was in that purse as well as all of her spending money for a trip to France she was making tomorrow. Wow! how good of Mum and this poor old lady to have saved and stopped the severe stress that would have resulted for this woman.

I love the consideration, the concern and the ability of these two to do the right thing, alleluia!