The fictions we humans create out of our imaginations.
This poem harks back to the time when a caravan of immigrants fleeing poverty and violence were heading for the US/Mexican border.
The populist response, by Trump and other right-wingers, was to paint them as evil terrorists, rapists, drug dealers and murderers. To build a wall and keep them out. To separate families and put them in cages.
Populists use fear, racism and simplistic answers to stir up hate and bolster their support.
The sensible response would be to look at the underlying reasons for this migration and coordinate a global response to deal with it.
Mass migration is going to get worse with global warming and global inequality. People love their children. They’ll do anything to put food on the table and give them a future – even walk across a continent.
The Caravan of Fear
The toxic caravan of fear is drawing near
Loaded with rapists, murderers and drugs.
An invasion force with gangs and bangs
Made up of vicious, dirty thugs.
Hiding behind the Babies prams and scams
Funded by some shady men
Fearless Trump with bite and might
Will drive them back again.
It was amazing to see how Trump manipulated the caravan of refugees into an invading army of gangs and terrorists. He had barbed wire erected and thousands of troops deployed to resist the ‘invasion’.
Trump insinuated that Muslim terrorists, drug gangs and criminals had inserted themselves into the caravan of Central American refugees and were using the women and babies as a shield. There is no evidence of this at all. It was all manufactured to play on the imagination and fears of the electorate.
This is precisely where the hatred, fear and division stems from.
Every single day 325,000 people fly into the USA. A number of them stay illegally.
It makes the whole Trump fantasy around the Central American refugees look a bit daft, doesn’t it? 325,000 a day – 7000 in total.
The truth is that they 7000 merely needed processing, like any others, when they eventually reach the US border. They need to follow the rules. There is no invasion or drama. Some may be given refugee status some might be returned.
It was just an excuse, with racist overtones, used by Trump to drum up fear in order to generate votes.
Of course there can’t be unlimited immigration. There has to be a way of dealing with it. This isn’t it!
Senator Ted Cruz is pandering to the fascist populism that Trump represented and amplified. He encourages stupidity and uses racism and fear to generate division for his own interests. It’s not that he’s in denial; it’s more that he is deliberately provoking hatred for his own ends. Disgusting!!
In The Land of Darkness
In the land of new darkness
You cannot see a friend.
In the gloom of fear
Terror looms around the bend.
Armed and wary,
Shoot first ask later,
Drown and cage,
Through the eyes of a serial hater.
I feel that the fear of immigration and terrorism has created a tragedy. It has landed us with both Brexit and Trump.
The terrorists have won. They split us. They are gleefully watching us destroy ourselves.
Who would have believed that?
We trust nobody. Friend falls out with friend. Strangers are all potential terrorists. We have created fear and hatred that is cyclic. It regenerates itself.
Fascism is on the rise. It’s the thirties all over again. Just substitute Jew for Muslim. The wave of hate is heading towards war.
We live in a land of callousness and darkness.
Time for a bit of love!!!
Amazing shots that capture beauty, agony, fear, hope, nature’s power and inequality.
It is that time of year again. The large house spiders are on the move. The big males are off hunting females to mate. They bounce across your carpet, veering and halting unpredictable.
They lurk in the recesses and under everything.
They are huge, dark and hairy. Their bristles are evil.
At night they emerge to climb walls and on to beds.
They appear in bath-tubs and showers.
They also loom even larger in my imagination!
I am an entomologist. I should know better. But childhood experiences combine with evolutionary instinct to tell me that these things are dangerous, evil and a malevolent force.
Nothing will persuade me otherwise.
We have a huge one in the house. My wife saw it scurry under the bath.
I know it’s there, somewhere.
Malevolently scurrying across the floor,
Scuttling to a standstill, assessing,
Watching with its many eyes,
Weighing up the scene.
Then darting into dark crevices
Impossible to squeeze into
To lurk and plan
Its evil re-emergence.
When darkness falls
It is there
Under the cushion
Under the pillow
Brushing the sleeping face
With its bristles
Legs and gnashing mandibles.
Delighting in its success.
Or patient wait
For this one.
He is quick
And a brain
No ordinary spider.