Me Too!!

I’m all in favour of the Me Too movement. I think it’s about time that women stand up for themselves and demand equality. I don’t think any woman should be abused.

We need to create a world in which powerful people no longer can abuse women with impunity.

But this has to be done in the right way. Some people abuse the system. Many innocent people have been destroyed because of false accusations.

I think every person who comes forward claiming they have been abused should be taken seriously but not automatically believed. I think there is a need for the reported incidents to be fully investigated. If there is evidence of abuse then the abusers should be prosecuted.

But the people accused have rights too.

While the women (or men), who are claiming they have been abused should be taken seriously, the men (or women) who are accused should not be presumed guilty.

I believe that the balance is not right.

Accusers should not automatically be believed – taking them all seriously and investigating is one thing, believing them 100% is something else. Some people make malicious accusations for a variety of reasons.

The accused should not be thrown into the glare of publicity without substantial evidence.

All too often the aim is to put the name out into the public domain in order to flush out other people who might have been abused to substantiate the accusations. To me this is horrendous. Once the spotlight falls on someone the pressures become enormous. They are already being punished without a shred of evidence – particularly if there is a hint of paedophilia. That mud sticks! Some people never recover.

How many completely innocent people have been dragged through the courts for years? Have been put through unimaginable stress with little or no evidence that they have done anything wrong? The effect on their lives, their relationships, their partners, friends, their careers, their reputation and their financial stability is enormous.

Before somebody is put through such an horrendous ordeal there needs to be sufficient evidence to justify it.

Was there sufficient evidence to put Roy Harper, Cliff Richard, Dave Lee Travis and many others through this mill? I think not!

Yes we need to deal with the Jimmy Saville’s and Harvey Weinstein but I would much rather some of the lesser offenders went free rather than innocent people had their lives pulled apart.

A classic example is the Brett Kavanaugh business. He is an obnoxious man whose attitude to women was deplorable. He seemed to me to be someone who should never have been put forward for that role. But had he committed a crime? Could the testimony against him be substantiated? Surely we can’t convict a person based on opinion? We must surely have to have evidence.

I think the police need to investigate every single case brought forward. Historical sex cases are extremely difficult to prove. But I do not believe anybody should be taken to court without good evidence. Ideally these crimes should have been dealt with at the time when the evidence was available.

I think that what is most essential is that we create a climate where abuse is not tolerated and matters are properly dealt with as they arise. Women (or men) should not ever be subjected to abuse. Those in power should never be able to carry out their abuse with impunity.

But we must remember that those accused have rights too and there are people who make false accusations and appear credible. Those people should never be hung out to dry without good evidence.

Hopefully the times have changed for the better. Me Too needs to keep up the pressure for equality and an end to abuse. These abusers in our society can no longer get away with it. But lets get the balance right!

Heroes.

We all have heroes. The question is as to whether they shape our personalities or we are attracted to them because they reflect our personalities. I suspect they reinforce what is already there.

My heroes are not the superheroes of comics but real people who lived real lives. They are mainly creative people whose work moved me and touched my spirit. They lit up my mind, caused a surge of wonder or made me stop and think. They opened new windows onto the universe.

My Heroes include:

Writers

Henry Miller, Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs, John Steinbeck, D.H. Lawrence, Ken Kesey, George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, Kurt Vonnegut, Margaret Atwood, James Baldwin, Anne Frank, Maya Angelou

Artists

Magritte, Dali, Picasso, Bosch, Edward Burra, Van Gogh, Miro, Gaugin, Renoir, Turner, Monet, Klee

Songwriters

Woody Guthrie, Roy Harper, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Phil Ochs, Don Van Vliet, Frank Zappa, John Lennon, Jello Biafra, Mark E Smith, Neil Young, Elvis Costello, Ian Dury, Buffy St Marie, Chuck Berry,

Poets

Allen Ginsberg, Wilfred Owen, John Keats, Robert Frost, E.E. Cummings, T.S Elliott

Philosophers

Noam Chomsky, Bertrand Russell

Sci-Fi writers 

Arthur C Clarke, Robert Sheckley, Iain Banks, Philip K Dick, Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, James Blish, Ursula Le Guinn, Jack Vance

Comedians

The Goons, Spike Milligan, Monty Python, Marty Feldman, George Carlin, Bill Hicks, Harpo Marx

Film makers

Ken Loach, Stanley Kubrick

Native Americans

Black Elk, Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Red Cloud

Politicians

Mandela, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Mujica

Musicians

Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Stones, Pink Floyd, Captain Beefheart, Stiff Little Fingers, Kinks, Love, Doors, Country Joe, Elmore James, Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters, Jimmy Reed, Son House, Otis Redding, Joni Mitchell, Jefferson Airplane, Bo Diddley, Little Richard, Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, Downliners Sect, Pretty Things, Cream, Free, Patti Smith

Scientists

Charles Darwin, Carl Sagan, Desmond Morris, Richard Dawkins, Galileo, Leonardo De Vinci, Rosalind Franklin

Environmentalists

Rachel Carson, Jane Goodall, Chico Mendes, Richard Attenborough, Gordon Rattray Taylor, Gerald Durrell, Dian Fossey, Robert Hunter, Dick McTaggart

Sportsmen

George Best, Muhammad Ali, Ian Botham

 

They all explode in my head, enrich my life and surround me with their genius.

These guys are the tip of a very big rainbow iceberg.

 

The great betrayal of Britain! Betrayal of the People! Give us a People’s Vote!

What is quite clear is that the majority of people in Britain do not want to be made a lot poorer!

The majority do not want their public services decimated!

The majority of people want to remain in the EU!

The polls tell us that this is so!

The majority of MPs, who have access to more information than us, know that to leave the EU will gravely damage the country!

There is a clear majority in parliament to stay in the EU!

Yet we are hoisted on our own petard. A reckless vote has locked us in to a poorer future!

Jobs will be lost. Chaos will ensue. Billions of pounds will be needlessly thrown away.

It is madness!!

Yet it is not just about economics. This is about a lot more than that! This xenophobic backlash has empowered the racists and fascists to do things they have never dreamt of doing before.

Football racism is back! Bananas have been thrown on pitches! Racial taunts are back! Eastern Europeans and coloured people are being abused. on a daily basis. Islamophobia is rife. Muslims are being labelled rapists, sex molesters and terrorists.

Right-wing fascists are marching on our streets. They are given status and lauded as the peoples’ heroes.

It’s time to take our country back!! I want the tolerant, friendly country I remember – built on respect!

It’s time to stand up for a decent Britain!

 

My Perfect Society.

I want to live in a society that is multicultural, based on the values of freedom, tolerance, justice, fairness and respect.

I want to live in a country that doesn’t care about the colour of a person’s skin, their gender, or what religion they choose to follow (if any). But rather focusses on the quality and nature of the person.

I want to live in a country that values excellent education and healthcare for all.

I want to live in a society where people are rewarded for their efforts and skills rather than privilege.

I want to live in a society where racism, sexism and misogyny are non-existent.

I want to live in a society whose members are empathetic, compassionate, caring and always want to lend a helping hand.

I want to live in a society that is not run by greed, avarice and selfishness.

I want to live in a society that cares about nature and living creatures; where cruelty and viciousness are rightly abhorred and driven out.

I want to live in a society that gives me the freedom to create and live my life as I want without judging me on how I look.

I want to live in a society that is not hierarchical with huge privilege and inequality.

I want to live in a society based on fairness, that doesn’t exploit or abuse its weakest members, where it’s weakest members are protected and cared for.

I want to live in a society where child abuse, homelessness and sexual abuse are non-existent.

I want to live in a society without crime, aggression and violence.

I want that country to be Britain!!

We might not get there overnight! It will take time! But we can start by booting the racists, xenophobes and greedy bastards into touch!

Less fear!! Less hatred!!

I want a kinder Britain!!

A narrative

Once upon a time a plucky tiny island off the coast of Europe had the vision, courage and skills to rule the whole world! We showed our spirit! We showed what British people were made of! We can do that again! Remember Trafalgar! Remember Waterloo! Remember the spirit of Dunkirk and the Blitz! We can be great again!

The reality was quite different. A wealthy aristocratic elite in England (not Britain) were put through schooling that inculcated an inbuilt feeling of superiority and arrogance. The sons of Harrow and Eton were schooled to believe they had a right to wealth and power. (Wellington said that Waterloo was won on the sports fields of Eton and Harrow). They took their arrogance and sense of entitlement home and abroad. They assumed the right to live in luxury with servants and mansions and assumed that the rest of the population were not worthy. It was perfectly acceptable for the workers to live in slums and poverty to be exploited. They took their arrogance abroad and sold it to the soldiers under the racist label – you should know your place as cannon fodder but at least you are all better than these foreigners. So the wealth of Britain and the world was siphoned off into the coffers of the wealthy. The country became incredibly wealthy but the hoi polloi knew their place and lived in poverty. They did not benefit from that wealth.

Now, in this present day, we are a small island off the coast of Europe who have been sold a fairy tale fiction. We will never rule the world again. Times have changed. I doubt anybody will. It isn’t about nations any more. It is about trading blocs and international law.

Harking back to a golden age that never was is daft. Back in the 1940s and 1950s Britain was a nasty place. There was abject poverty, a hierarchical society of social class, endemic racism (no Irish no blacks) and ordinary people being exploited horribly. I certainly don’t feel nostalgic for the crap food, outside loos, slum houses, smog and pollution and snobby middle class!

Forward to the Future!!  It’s Global!!!  One Planet!!  One People!!

The Tinkerbell Effect – Worthy Fictions for the 21st Century

I was told that my views on the fictions we believe in and their decay was depressing.

I do not believe that.

I just think we need better fictions and I believe in the Tinkerbell effect. If we believe hard enough we can make things great.

We need better fictions for the 21st Century.

I think it is quite easy to see that the things people believe in are human constructs that have no reality; they are fictions we created long ago:

God – a superbeing that there is no evidence for but believed in by people;

A country – an artificially created area of land arbitrarily agreed on by people;

A Monarch/President – an ordinary human being elevated by birth or election into a position of power by people;

Money – pieces of worthless paper given value to by people.

These are indeed fictions that only possess power because they are believed in.

My contention is that many people no longer believe in these things like they used to. Hence the cohesion of society is failing and we are becoming divided.

I think people can find things that they can collectively believe in such as:

The protection of nature

The worth of all human beings

And while these new beliefs would indeed be fictions created by man they do have the power if people believe in them. It’s the Tinkerbell effect.

I see nothing depressing about it. We just need better fictions for a secular 21st century.

Some thoughts on fictions.

We are losing faith in the limited fictions and could be about to embrace a more universal consciousness. It’s a fiction with some substance and the opportunity to both grow and develop a better way of life.

Many find it impossible to let go of the old fictions and go forward. They cling like limpets to the wreckage of dying fictions – religion, patriotism and the President.

I think this change in consciousness took off in the 60s. That is when a lot of people started realising that the establishment was a hypocritical self-serving institution committed to preserving the status quo and paying lip-service to religion and the law. It was empty. All it cared about was making money, and money neither bought happiness or fulfillment.

Many young people took Kerouac’s dream and were looking for something more substantial with more meaning. They lost their respect for organised religion, the President and the idea of nation. They had a broader dream. It wasn’t superficially about making money and having power. It was more about getting back to nature and respecting everyone and the planet. Life should be fun. People should communicate. Race, gender, social standing and nationality no longer held any significance or status.

That’s a good fiction to buy into.

The Beats and Hippies – some thoughts.

The Beats and the Hippies did not want to be part of any warmongering, elite-driven war such as the Vietnam war. They did not want the hypocrisy of a conservative society that espoused one thing and did another. They rejected the austerity, elitism, racism, destructiveness and false patriotism. They wanted something simpler, less damaging, more inclusive, more sincere and more meaningful. They saw the heart of America and the UK, with its lip-service to religion, its greed and selfishness, as an empty lie. It was rotten at heart, uptight and conformist and based on hierarchy and power. It was corrupt.
Corporate America sent its youth to war for economic gain. They made money out of blood.
The elite did not fight and most avoided sending their own sons into battle. They disproportionately sent the poor and coloured.
Church was a club. If Jesus had come back they would have murdered him.
The laws were flouted. Money talked. If you were rich you could get away with murder. If you were poor or black you got electrocuted.
There was no heart or substance. It was all cash and power.
The Hippies and Beats saw a better way of living. They were, and are, right.
Their legacy is in spiritualism, environmentalism and civil rights.
BTW – Jack Kerouac was an early leader of substance but was undermined by Catholic guilt and alcoholism and became a sad character who was confused, increasingly right-wing and ended up a drunken bum.

The Tree – for Remembrance Day.

The Tree

 

It stood grand with a million leaves,

In all its finery.

Every one reaching for the sun

And contributing

To the majesty of its girth.

 

Each leaf a thing of beauty;

Together standing tall,

With all the might

Of a wondrous

Enterprise.

 

Through many centuries

The tree has stood

Draped in its coat

Of many colours,

Unshakeable.

 

Then the cruel wind blew

Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat rat-a-tat

And the magnificent leaves

Were blown asunder

To rot in the soil.

 

Opher – 10.11.2018

 

 

I wrote this in anticipation of Rembrance Day.

I had this image of a nation being a mighty tree and the leaves being its people.

The cruel wind was the machine guns that so easily blew them away.

All that potential, all that grandeur, left to rot in the ground.

So sad, so unnecessary, so tragic, so thoughtless, so meaningless, so indescribably cruel.

What is this persistent ritual of war all about? Why are we forced to repeat it so often?

So many leaves fall. So many autumns. And endless cycle of young death.

Why I don’t wear a red poppy!

Back in the sixties, where my philosophy stems from, we were a generation who wanted peace. We stood against war. We took the attitude that violence creates violence and there were better ways of dealing with problems.

The Vietnam war was raging. American boys were being brought back maimed or in body bags. Vietnamese people were being bombed and napalmed. There were atrocities, agent orange, the My Lai massacre, rape and torture. War is horrific and disgusting.

We opposed war.

The red poppy was seen as a symbol of war, and the Remembrance Service was run by the State that caused and ran that war. It really did not represent the ordinary soldiers who had fought, died and been mentally or physically maimed by that war.

The people organising the Remembrance Service were the same people who, in the 1st World War, had ordered the shooting of young soldiers suffering from Post Traumatic Stress. There was an element of jingoism and unpleasant nationalistic patriotism in that Remembrance Service that felt hypocritical.

In America I met US veterans who were traumatised by what they had seen and done. They despised the way they had been treated. They felt used and discarded.

I felt that the Vietnam War, like most wars, was not a just war. It was about politics and power – not justice.

Since then we have had what I consider to be illegal war after illegal war – Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Yemen, and Syria. More body bags, torture, rape and atrocities – more horror. All in the name of profit and economic imperialism.

If only as much money and energy had been put into solving the underlying problems we wouldn’t have the festering Palestinian situation, the rise of militant Islam or mass migration. But no. They want war.

It is quite apparent that the soldiers who are sacrificed in these conflicts are being used. They come back physically maimed or suffering from Post Traumatic Stress and are largely discarded and forgotten. They rely on poppy sales and donations to gain any reasonable treatment. While the Remembrance Services perpetuate the same old hypocritical lie.

So my sympathies lie with the soldiers and not the politicians and generals who wrongly deploy them.

I would wear a poppy to support them, to acknowledge their bravery, and in recognition that we do need a military force to protect us; that there are forces out there who would threaten us.

I would wear a poppy to recognise the sacrifices made by our troops – the deaths, the injuries and psychological trauma.

I would wear a poppy to salute the brave men and women who protect us.

But I won’t wear a poppy for the warmongering politicians or generals.

I won’t wear a poppy for unjust wars.

So I choose to wear a white poppy.

The white poppy stands for peace. It supports our troops and the victims of war. It recognises their valour and their role in protecting us while not supporting the war machine that is causing such wanton destruction around the world.

I wear a white poppy.