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Saturday, 11 June 2011

Don't let it Pass You by.

You get past a certain age, don't ask me what it is, and time can pass you by. Being in my fourties now means I am middle aged and in some aspects I am stuck in the past (apparently it happens to us all).

Take the new phenomenon that is catching on around the world, and had its origins in Toronto, these 'slut walks'. The idea came about when two police officers gave a talk to local university students after a few serious incidents, Michael Sanguinetti outraged the students by saying "if you really want to know how not to get raped don't dress like a slut". This wasn't the first comment of that sort made recently where the victim is blamed for rape crime, and there is also a long history of this. Reporting and conviction levels for rape are low. See the following statistics :

  • 23% of women are sexually assaulted as an adult in Britain—and 5 percent are raped
  • 54,602 sexual offences were committed in 2010 according to the British Crime Survey—up from 53,091 in 2009.
    It recorded a 6 percent increase in the number of most serious sexual crimes—up to 44,693 from 42,187
  • 40% of adults who are raped tell no one about it. Of the rapes that are reported, less than 6 percent result in a conviction
  • 86% of rape victims know their attacker, exposing the myth that it is what women wear that leads to sexual assault
So young women are on the march again, fighting for the right to wear and dress how they want and not be raped or abused. A popular slogan on the march is "however we dress, wherever we go, yes means yes and no means no". Good stuff.

Now this is where I got caught out because I could see sort of what was going on, but felt really uncomfortable with the name of the demonstration being 'slut walk', because to me ( being old fashioned) I took that fairly literally to be a rallying cry, rallying us to demonstrate as sluts. Of course there is that confusion, but as the demonstrations have gained momentum, interest and popularity, it seems that it is more than just trying to appropriate the term 'slut' but sort of carving out some solidarity. If a woman is blamed for being raped because of the way she dresses and she is called a slut, then we are all sluts because none of us are. Strange logic I know, but its a kind of strange Spartacus moment. Rather than single out any one women for dressing like a slut; we all are, so pick on all of us; or leave us alone ( the prefered option).

Its a bit of a head twist, but kind of cool, although I still would feel uncomfortable about joining the demonstrations under that banner, but hey, I am a bit passed it now, you young people have to understand this and make allowances. There was one today in London which I missed, but I am very glad something is taking place and that young women are taking to the streets demanding the right not to be abused and raped. I will endeavour to join the protests in future.

Now the other way that I got stuck in the past was how I just didn't get the grime scene, but Mic Righteous has managed to get through to me thank god, and now I can't get enough of it. Unfortunately I have only one grime CD by big cakes. I did always treasure that CD, but I am so hungry for grime, I want more. I'm hooked, I love the ethos, the passion, the lyrics and have just cottoned on to what the term 'represent' is all about. The rappers 'represent' themselves and their peers, then Mic Righteous says 'in the hope that you represent us too'. I find this concept so exciting in that what ever I do, wherever I go, I represent those who inspire me, the young grime mc's whose music and lyrics I love, they represent eachother, and then for all of us, young and old we do and we can get that little bit closer, and closer to being one world, one love. Peace! Yay!

Tuesday, 31 May 2011

Mic Righteous - Fire In The Booth





Having just discovered grime, (I know I know a bit late in the day but better late than never). I cannot get enough of this man Mic Righteous. I'm feeling it real. He knows about life and he does not give up, maximum respect to the man and to his adopted home Kent. He knows all about it, he says he gives love first then might hate, he is love and hate and not ashamed, he fights for love and through all the confusion we live in, he fights hard for good, using his capacity for hate, not denying it, but using it, in a controlled manner. A true warrior and a man after my own heart and may God bless him forever. Mic Righteous live on!

Sunday, 8 May 2011

What no spring anymore? (and some chit chat)

It may be a little naff to blog about the weather, but how strange it is becoming nowadays. It went from cold to hot in a matter of days in April, and there are forest fires in England! At the same time the temperatures were so high in England, in Iraq where it is usually very hot this time of year, they were experiencing torrential rain and flooding. We had hardly any autumn last year either, again it just went from hot to cold in days, the winter although fairly short was severe. Its similar but different to the North American climate, although they have short summers and long winters, we seem to be having long hot summers and short winters. And I do mind. I always liked our temperate climate, you could remain quite active for most of the year, but personally I am not too good in hot weather ( being light skinned) in fact I almost hate it. In the quick turn around minus the spring, I have been feeling strange, very irritable, on a short nerve and have been experiencing various uncomfortable physical symtoms like dizziness, headache and so on. I feel like there is a lot of pressure on me, my head seems to be bearing the brunt of it.

On other news; the election, it was good to see the lib dems get a telling off for being yellow tories by the electorate and I hope they stick to what was being said on the news programme today with Andrew Marr that they would be opposing tory NHS 'reform'. The NHS was a hard won right, fought for by those who came back from the second world war, its disgraceful to their memory to dismantle it like they are attempting to do.

Also it was marvellous to see a wipe out of the BNP, wipeout in Stoke, wipeout everywhere ( I think they only have one person now in Barnsley or somewhere that way) . So from that point of view, very good news.

AV also got defeated, it was a bad compromise on PR and would have set back that programme for a long while, I am glad it was rejected as it was also another blow for the lib dems, they really must learn now ( although I doubt they will; they'll probably still be clinging on in government and seeing out the cuts and dirty work of the tories), I always felt that the saying 'never trust a liberal' had something in it.

The talk of the Royal wedding was the awful attire of the princess's, Beatrice and Eugenie. I did explain to my nephew that the gossip at any wedding is always someones embarrassment, it rather disturbingly turns into the news of the day as with the princess's, my niece told me that I should not feel sorry for either of them as I kind of felt their embarrassment, and so I took her advice and I don't, they both just looked like right messes ( oh you bitch!), but ain't that all the things that weddings reinforces? Of course this special wedding was not a state occasion, it was therefore private, so how come we had to foot the bill for it? Face book acted very strangely too and took down about fifty or so profiles on the night of the Royal wedding, many of them anti cuts pages, I woke up to find I had lost a large chunk of my face book friends overnight, I thought it was an organised something, apparently there was police involvement, all the pages have now been reinstated I believe, so what storm in a tea cup all of that was.

It was a wonderful surprise when out shopping with my sisters family, waiting outside a shop for them on account of predicting to be thoroughly bored, a wonderful May Day demonstration went past just where I was, I did take some pics with my phone and will be uploading them soon, it was great, a nice bit of red to balance the overdose of blue of that weekend.

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Take it on the Chin

Being the youngest of three girls all close in age, there were, as is common among siblings - many fights. The middle one was more fun, frequent and generally fair, whereas fights with big sis were more difficult because she knew and could see how I enjoyed fighting with middle sister and was not into fighting at all, at the earliest opportunity, she would claw my face with her nails and she always kept her nails sharp. It was something I thought should be disallowed in a fight so I would go running to my parents with bloody gashes across my face and my big sister would get a good telling off. I did get some revenge later, although its not about revenge, more, what goes around comes around, and I do and always did love my big sis dearly.

Middle sister was a good fighter, very imaginative, as we got bigger and became teenagers, I was getting physically much bigger than her and so she had to think of clever ways to fight me ( as I was often wanting to scrap) . She did it beautifully, one day she trapped my head behind her back somehow and squeezed it for ages and she would not budge, I was trapped and after that I called it a day fighting with her.

Around that time I had met a couple of lads at our pub and through some school friends. They were both big and broad ( for 16 and 17 year olds), they were six foot three and six foot four; we all got on really well and before long we were enjoying numerous drunken scraps ( play fights), I really loved it and so did they, they told me that they were holding back and letting me scrap them a lot of the time, they also used to say to me that I didn't know my own strength.

One day, while indoors at home, I was play fighting or something like that with big sis, and I felt this serge of energy and what felt like foreign chemicals in my body, I realised I had picked up my sister and was going to throw her, so I quickly looked about the room and saw Mum and Dad's bed so I threw her on that from across the room, she fell off it onto the floor, and her face was a picture, I still laugh as I remember the look of shock to this day, so, big sis that was for scratching my face when I was a kid!

I never met anyone who would fight with me like those two fellas from back in the day, all my subsequent male friends have pretty much refused to spa for a jest, I'm not sure why.

My last partner very much enjoyed a good fight ( but not play fighting with me unfortunately), but as a compromise he decided to teach me how to give a good and accurate punch on the chin which he assured me would make the other go down, I practised what he taught me, not on anyone but on his hand, he encouraged me to not hold back and give as full a punch onto his hand as I could. He felt it and then remarked that he thought it was KO, I don't think he was making it up. Anyway I have been taught to how to give a good punch although I am yet to use it on anyone.

Just recently I have taken up martial arts, I went to tai chi and really loved it. Our teacher said we could improvise and gave us some basic moves and theory, I developed this into 'singing tai chi' and would repeat certain parts of songs I knew almost in a chanting fashion. Unfortunately it was a short-lived episode due to lack of places to practice. The martial art closest to my heart though is Jujitsu, I think this is the one that would come most naturally to me, it remains at this stage an ambition, but one that will be fulfilled one day with any luck.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

What is happening to the SWP?

Having been a member of the SWP for twenty five years, it has been a life changing entity in many respects and right from the start. For many people and for me included, coming across and joining a revolutionary party was an almost euphoric experience, I, like many others before and since felt on joining a eureka moment; like how fitting it all is, how much sense it makes and how it is and always has been something that we have always been looking for. The SWP was precious to me for that and for other reasons, namely that it enabled me to fight against the right wing and the system much, much more effectively as I learned about class history, I learned about socialist traditions, I learned and was exposed to the old classics without any fear that the writing was unobtainable, boring and irrelevant ( a myth perpetuated by the capitalist system we live in). Also I got involved in current debates not only in the wider class struggle but also, our party would constantly rehearse arguments in the form of regular branch meetings, and ones back in those days were vibrant and large. There were a lot of good things about being in a revolutionary party such as the SWP which although was not orthodox Trotskyist i.e fourth internationalist was, as Cliff always reminded us, the authentic fighting spirit of Trotskyism.

Large events can put revolutionary organisations such as the SWP to the test, and certainly the very large anti capitalist movement was one such event. The emergence of the movement coincided with radical changes in the SWP's CC in that three major players including the founding member (Tony Cliff) died. Although Duncan Hallas was no longer on the CC due to ill health when he died, I believe that Paul Foot was. Lyndsey German and John Rees informed Paul of the new events as Paul lay in a hospital bed. So there was a mysterious ( to many people in the SWP's eyes) movement i.e where did it come from and what shall we do about it, combined with the deaths of the most capable and leading members. Definitely difficult.

We experimented by launching an electoral challenge in the form of Respect, this was not an easy project from the start as it was very difficult to find leading reformist from the labour party who were prepared to make a clean break from their war mongering party, despite some who were opposed to the direction of the right wing in the party, they still preferred to stay. So, we had George Galloway who was thrown out of the Labour Party therefore had nothing to lose by joining a new venture. This was new territory for us and we were without our strongest members.

Here is a quote that I picked up from face book during some recent discussions, I do believe that this quote is from a book or pamphlet written by Tony Cliff on Substitutionalism.


"... the policy of the united front contains not only advantages but also dangers. It easily gives birth to combinations between leaders behind the backs of the masses, to a passive adaptation to the ally, to opportunist vacillations. It is possible to ward off these dangers only if there exist two express guarantees: the maintenance of full freedom of criticism of the ally and the re-establishment of full freedom of criticism within the ranks of one's own party. To refuse to criticise one's allies leads directly and immediately to capitulation to reformism. The policy of the united front in the absence of party democracy, that is, without control of the apparatus by the party, leaves the leaders a free hand for opportunist experiments, the inevitable complements of adventurist experiments."

I think this is an accurate description of what did take place in the SWP, and consequently we started to see the party split, and deteriorate in democracy within the party. This took the form of character assassinations as the leadership nationally and locally became unable to tolerate criticism.

From what I remember there was first the expulsions of Kevin Ovenden and Rob Hoveman in 2007, then the left platform departure ( which I did write about early on in my blog, but am somewhat reassessing my thoughts about it now) and sometime during those large events I had the wonderful experience of being ritually and routinely character assassinated myself for my sin of criticising the local leadership. During that most unpleasant time ( which occurred twice) the comrades seemed to spend more time having meetings to discuss me and write letters about me than they did on more important business like how to reach out to people in the class with revolutionary politics. I was lucky in a strange way because although I had done nothing wrong by being critical, the response of the comrades might have lead to my expulsion particularly had I taken a grievance to the control commission ( something I think they hoped I would do) but I knew that I would end up the victim if I went down that route, so reluctantly I accepted 'national membership' and as I said this was on two occasions.

The other factor to bear in mind in all of this is the utter tragic and untimely death of Chris Harman, who Pat Stack described at his funeral as being Cliff's best recruit. He was the instigator of the uprisings in the student movement in 1968 and was a complete all round class hero and warrior from his many writings and books and his practice. He was not faultless as no human being is but an asset with a capital 'A'. His death coincided with the formation of the left platform split, I wonder what was going on then, as I was out of it due to my relegation within the party, but the demise had set in and was playing out.

So now Chris Bambery a long standing and very capable fighter has left the CC and the SWP citing lack of adequate political direction on the CC and 'factionalism'. The most common argument from the comrades is that he should have stayed and argued if he had disagreements, but this is not only a demise but also factionalism on the CC, where there is a lack of political debate and instead there is attack after attack upon a person. You lose before you even start in that situation. I know. I was attacked, called a liar and mentally ill. There is no debate at that stage. Chris Bambery was probably attacked for being belligerent and all the rest of it. I can think of many good things that Chris has done and contributed to making the left as a whole more combatant, such as the recent defence of Tommy Sheriden. If there are specific political events that show how Chris has done bad, then fire away. But we don't hear of anything do we, its all this rumbling personal discontent. It is a demise of the SWP.

The truth is that we need a revolutionary party to make our fight to challenge and change the system as effective as it possibly can be. We need to be a visible pole of attraction with coherent sensible ideas that have resonance and depth. One that will strengthen the fight on the ground in the class itself and then will in tern relate those struggles to ones of the past therefore have the benefit of learning from history to give revolutionary direction in the present, and have a vision for the future. Some people may say that despite everything that has gone on this is still what there is. I don't think so. There is no dynamism and culture of healthy dialectic debate or healthy criticism, there is a sort of tale ending of arguments taking place and a myopia in terms of future. We can do better.

We need to fully and accurately assess the current situation without clinging on to something that isn't working just because there seems to be nothing else. We need to be confident in ourselves and our own abilities, there are many of us who want revolutionary politics and see the necessity of being organised in a party rather than a loose anarchic banding with all the inherent dangers that is contained within it. We need to look to ourselves for the solution and not the current leaders in the SWP. This is of course the very principal of self emancipation, something that needs to be central in revolutionary struggles, so here it is; the challenge of the century. Dear God I pray that we will and that we can rise to it, for all of our sakes, and for our future.

Monday, 18 April 2011

Friday, 8 April 2011

Meeeee! and the pretty Spring ( here at last!)


Hi people, this is me. I know I am sitting under a crucifix, but that is okay with me, being the symbol of God's sacrifice through his son for us, it has many completative meanings, including spiritual renewal and eternal life, so apt as the Spring returns.



You know what? All the people I like are those that are dead! What a colourful, bright and peaceful graveyard this is.


Okay I'll come clean, I have just visited West Malling Abbey (above), and here it is in all its imposition bit blurred too, nevermind. I have seen at least four very interesting gargoyles on the Abbey, although it is part derelict, and there are many bats surrounding it at night which is good so I have heard because they feast on mosquitoes and therefore keep them away from us ( mosquitoes absolutely love me) so hurrah for bats!

Pretty pussy cat, lovely stream! I was lucky to have got this picture of the resident cat because he is very old now, he is seventeen and rarely ventures out, he is enjoying the spring weather.

Such a spectacularly peaceful, clear and beautiful evening as dusk slowly turned to night, the angular branches of the fruit trees are just so fascinating, I could look at them forever. The sky was so picturesque too that night, captured and framed here by trees.

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Technology today is just so amazing, all these pictures were taken on my phone! It wasn't easy because the phones are so flimsy it makes you very scared you might drop it, the pictures are very often blurred because of the lack of weight, and the zoom ( yes my phone has a zoom) is not all that brilliant ( by a long shot), so since I failed to take my proper camera with me, I was very pleased to have got these shots.