June 30th 2011

June 30, 2011

I started off outside Lambeth College and UCU picket line where we marched, along with ATL, PCS and NUT members to Windrush Square for speeches. It was lively and loud! Lots of support from passing motorists as well!! Then I went to Lincoln’s Inn Fields for the demonstration, it took me ages to get to the front to take pix and also Holborn tube station had been closed. Fortunately, there were loads of people making their way to the demo. There were so many people (approximately 750,000) that there smaller demos leaving at other times…. It was a good humoured, lively and fun.

I saw a group of cops in one of the side streets, one lad was handcuffed. Protesters chanted, “Let him go!” Nobody knew what the lad had done though someone said he had been arrested because he was smoking a spliff (I don’t know if that was true or not except to say the cops took him away). Around Charing Cross Road the cops grabbed 4 teenagers (again, I head it was because they were masked up/wearing scarves). One of them was a muslim woman. Some of the demo stopped and chanted, “Let them go”! The cops took one of them inside the station. Not sure what happened to them to either or why they were arrested.

I got to Westminster but didn’t stay for the rally. It was an excellent day where people came out in thousands to protest against attacks on pay and conditions. This is the start.

Oh, saw people I knew. Great to finally meet the lovely Clare Solomon. Didn’t get to track down Simon kept missing each other.

Solidarity!


Mister Ed is a scab

June 29, 2011

No doubt I will be condemned for this but Mister Ed is a scab. It’s not an easy word to use bearing in mind the meaning but on this occasion it’s spot-on. Miliband is a disgrace to the labour movement and to the trade union movement. He was only too grateful to get the support of the unions for his campaign for leader and even used the word “comrades” when addressing an audience (it probably choked him then much as it probably does now).

Just to reiterate the point, Ed Miliband is a scab. What he should be telling MPs in no uncertain terms that they should not only NOT cross picket lines, but to visit picket lines and speak at union meetings/rallies. That’s what a Labour MP should be doing, not, in the words of some Labour Party spokesperson, ”coming to work as normal”.

Miliband coulda/shoulda used PMQs to support these strikes but he kept shtum. Cameron baited Mister Ed with “in the pockets of the union” while he shook his terrified head… I mean, he doesn’t want to give the establishment the wrong idea.

In the words of that doyen of consumer capitalism, Alan Sugar, “You’re fired”…. Fired because Mister Ed continues the long line of despicable, disreputable, and destable leaders grovelling at the altar of the establishment while the working class get further shafted with a couple of crumbs thrown in their way. But when it comes to taking on the establishment, when it comes to workers fighting back the Labour Party leadership has a tendency to sell-out. And Mister Ed is no different.

I mean, what are workers meant to do? One of the options, when all avenues have been pursued, is to withdraw your labour. And that’s the power workers have and it’s the duty of the Labour Party leadership to stand firm not criticise and condemn. I am damn angry that workers’ are paying for an economic crisis that wasn’t caused by them and Mister Ed knows it.

This is a critical time for the fight back against the austerity cuts and the attacks on workers’ pay and conditions and it’s crystal clear that Mister Ed is a spineless crawling squirming scab… too scared to stand up to the establishment. But what I always thought right from the beginnings of Mister Ed’s campaign for leadership is that he was no different to the amnesia suffering neoliberal squalid New Labour  toadies.

International solidarity with the workers tomorrow!

Great idea from Partisan


Pterodactyl Towers

June 26, 2011

Was at another park today and if you want to see plenty of herons then this is the place for you. There’s an estimated 26 nests looks like as well there some heron punky chicks lurking around. Unfortunately couldn’t get a good view unlike my local park. Saw some cygnets and swans having a cool drink.

Herons basking in the sun, geese squawking, ducks quaking, ducklings following in a line, squirrels stalking me watching me intently from a tree and as I was leaving in wandered a domestic moggie creeping into the bushes.


The further right-wing drift and capitulation of Mister Ed

June 26, 2011

So Mister Ed is on a collision course with the unions. The very unions that got this man the top job. Is there anyone out there who still has illusions with him? He’s dumped his main supporters as quickly as he dumped using the word, “comrades”. What I find so objectionable, so making-my-blood- pressure-rise is that Mister Ed is capitulating to the establishment ‘cos like he, you know, doesn’t want to give the establishment the misunderstanding that he is close to the trade unions. He got what he wanted i.e. votes and prestige from union bureaucracy telling rank and file members to vote for the least worst option. So now he wants to distance himself like a selfish witless jellyfish (apologies to jellyfish) but the sting is primarily aimed at the class he’s supposed to defend the interests of.

And now how does he repay them.. by shafting his own supporters. It’s very telling that from the past week from demonising people on benefits to curtailing the union influence in the Labour Party should fundamentally tell people in no uncertain terms that his loyalty is not with ordinary people but with the establishment. He has nailed his colours quite firmly there but actually his anyone really surprised…? Since he was elected leader he has been silent now the quiet man has spoken and he speaks the language of the right.

Does someone need to give Mister Ed a quick history lesson about the founding of the Labour Party and where it came from? Maybe someone should shout into his shell-like and say something regarding that you wouldn’t have a Labour Party without the trade unions. It’s part of the labour movement and it’s part of the working class, the very class Mister Ed should be fighting for not against. Class interests? Yeah, but not the class I’m thinking of. While Mister Ed talks transparency and accountability at the same time he says he will choose the shadow cabinet not the PLP. Some democracy!

While ConDems think up cunning and vicious plans to shaft the trade unions from going on strike Mister Ed thinks going on strike on Thursday is bad news.

Oh, and the proposals from the ConDems are nasty. Haven’t we already got some of the worst anti-trade union legislation in Europe? If we hadn’t got the message already these new big ideas drive the final nail with force into workers’ rights and withdrawing your labour. I sincerely hope that the union bureaucracy doesn’t sit on its laurels waiting for the big handshake and the gong in the post for being a sell-out BUT actually defends the interests of workers’…?

Ministers are examining plans to make it impossible to strike unless at least 40% of members support action – rather than allowing them to be triggered by a simple majority of those who vote. They are also looking at banning public sector workers from being employed as full-time union reps at public expense and at imposing a legal duty on unions to ensure a minimum level of service in the event of a strike.

I like the 40% of members support action or else it renders it impossible to strike, it’s hilarious, considering the fact Tories only got 36% of the vote at the last election and couldn’t form a government without the LibDems, and again they are pushing through proposals without a mandate. Says it all. At the same time Mister Ed wants to amend the union block vote further distancing the party from its origins.

And to all those right-wing populist newspapers, columnists, and politicians. Workers have a right to strike, to down their tools and withhold their labour. That is the power workers’ have and we should support that. The establishment moans about strikes, loss of production and so on. We are constantly reminded about how “selfish” trade unionists are for striking but not once do we hear of the selfish boss, selfish tax thief living it up in Cayman Island or grasping and greedy bankers eyeing up another bail-out. But no, ordinary people who are trying to fight back against attacks on their livelihoods are condemned.

Solidarity to workers on strike on the 30th. I will show my own support by visiting picket lines and ask comrades to do the same. Unity is strength. Unity is something the ruling class knows very little about.


Vincent Price, 1970s horror and being scared stupid….

June 25, 2011

Every time I wander into HMV I always have good intentions such as buying some comedy  DVDs but end up buying some gore-fest instead, horror or some serious drama/thriller/crime. My DVD collection does not inspire any laughs though I do own the Marx bros, Duck Soup. And that’s what I did the other day bought loads of horror, horror and more horror. Even purchased “Tales of the Crypt” (Brit flick from early ‘70s starring Peter Cushing, Joan Collins and Ralph Richardson… a real gem of bad acting and red poster paint as blood… it’s apparently a cult movie now, same with the Hammer films of that time) as it took me back to being a kid.

That’s what I blame for my gore/horror/thriller/crime film collection and strangely weird knowledge on said genre…my childhood. I was rarely rapt by comedy though I had a penchant for musicals. My mother’s favourite film of all time was Dr Zhivago (possibly to do with it starring Omar Sharif as opposed to the historical/political context of the film) yet the first film she took me to as a kid was “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” and I do vaguely recall it but what I also remember was wandering around the cinema sitting on the stairs in the aisle, I believe it took my mother some time to realise I had done a bunk as she was entranced by the film… I was, apparently, bored. Don’t believe I was taken to the cinema again until the age of 9 where I saw another animation, “The Rescuers” and later the more adult “Grease”.

I spent a lot of my time in front of the television especially late night movies when really I should have been tucked up in bed instead of gawping at something scary on the screen. My back catalogue of celluloid memories include tacky Brit flicks which are now iconic “Twisted Nerve” which is offensive and misogynistic thriller chiller yet it was resurrected by Quentin Tarantino who used the eerie whistling composition by Bernard Herrmann for Kill Bill vol. 1. To be honest, it was the only scary thing regarding the Boulting bros film. Another pot boiler from the late 1960s starring Rita Tushingham…. why, Rita why? You had such a hopeful career so why succumb to this dreadful misogynistic classic crap, “Straight on till Morning”..?. Same with the shockingly sleazy bad, “Frenzy” (Hitchcock becoming more like Brian De Palma..than Hitchcock). Also many of those films especially Brit films involved casual racism, homophobia, violence against women without any implicit or explicit critique. I suppose these shocklers have their own little niche in Brit flicks nestling between the kitchen sink dramas and the quiet(ish) 1970s where many film directors ran off to Hollywood or discovered television. From the early 1970s onwards British film had a tumbleweed effect (all Hammer, Confessions and Carry On) though with some notable exceptions.

What made things bearable for me was Vincent Price he scared me more than Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing. “Theater of Blood” is seared in my mind mainly because of Robert Morley and his poodles. Also, “The Abominable Dr. Phibes” and “Scream and Scream Again”  which starred the unholy trinity of horror; Cushing, Lee and Price. I think one real inventive oddity sticks in my mind and that’s Psychomania starring Beryl Reid and George Sanders (this was his final film) the plot all séances, satan and sadism; terrorising the locals “back from the dead” biker gang. Bizarre and surreal yet entertaining.

The genres of these films overlapped and can be categorised into sub-genres. After a time they did also merge into two distinct categories; pure supernatural style “what’s-that-noise-coming-from-the-attic” horror to the psychological thriller usually depicting woman in peril chased by a “mad man”. Funny when I watch these films now on DVD or if some channel on telly decides to raid the cinematic obscure vaults of 1970s Brit flicks I find them interestingly bad, which also exposes the politics of the time. But there were smart and ingenious though creepy unsettling creations of that period, “Wicker Man” and “Witchfinder General”

But what remains in my psyche is these appallingly bad films my staple celluloid diet. One of the first thing I learned as a kid was how to turn off the telly properly when everyone else had gone off to bed and there was I all alone watching scary movies acting all cool and not frightened at all though once in bed I would dive under the duvet hiding away from the nightmarish images I had encountered on the screen. Scared stupid I was. But in the safe cold light of the morning it seemed like a load of fun and till the next time.

When I watched “The Exorcist” at the cinema around 21 years ago I frightened myself but didn’t want to admit it as I wanted to be appear cool and blasé about horror. This time I couldn’t dive under the duvet as the weather was just too darn hot so I buried my head in the pillow and hoped for the best listening to anything that may go bump in the night. Why the masochism? Well, I liked being scared stupid!

What I was also reminded of while writing this was when I was around 9-10-years-old I wrote to the BBC as I had just watched a real Brit schlocker though to some it’s a classic a chiller of a masterpiece, “I Start Counting”…possibly as it starred a young Jenny Agutter and Simon Ward but it’s the usual casual plot line about a serial killer murdering women… Women in peril film with very shoddy and sexist politics. But for some reason I was gripped by it (especially the opening song…still remember it now) so I wrote to the BBC asking whether it was based on a book and they replied informing me it was written by Audrey Erskine-Lindop. What kinda amazes me is that 1. I was writing to the BBC about a violent adult film and 2. looking back am surprised that the person who responded to me didn’t ask, “Why are you watching these films at the age of 9?” “You should be watching “Blue Peter and then safely tucked up in bed when these films are televisied”… But they  didn’t and if they did I still woulda ignored the advice. And hell, the experience of cinematic horror viewing from an early age didn’t harm me….. Well, I think it didn’t….I mean, the real world is far more horrifying and frightening.


One-dimensional feminism

June 23, 2011

Must admit I feel like my head is gonna explode possibly due to reading 2 books rapidly in one day. First one, I confess has been gathering dust in the corner of my living room and took me ages to find, the second had read it all within a day. The reason my head is on the verge of exploding is that all two books made me despair, disappointed me and also caused me to question why there such positive hype over these 2 books?

What were they; One Dimensional Woman by Nina Power and finally, Caitlin Moran’s How to be a Woman.

Firstly, what I find exists in these books especially Power’s and Moran’s is this sneery looking down on women. Whatever I think of Katie Price doesn’t necessitate the description of “Vichy France with tits” (and it’s bloody offensive… has she heard of Vichy France? Comparing Katie Price to a Nazi collaborator is pathetic, wrong and insensitive). Also isn’t Moran marketing herself as something? Writer? Journalist? Replacement 21st century poor woman’s Dorothy Parker with some Germaine Greer thrown in? Indeed I know Moran’s book is apparently humorous autobiographical jaunt through her life with some feminist-lite as an explanation. I didn’t laugh once. So why the hype. Again, similar to Nina Power there’s this need, it seems, for women to tell other women how to run their lives in a rather sneery middle class way. This is commercial feminism and I somehow doubt whether Moran understands patriarchy.

Nina Power, where to start, who I find massively patronising and insulting to women (I have some sympathy with Jessica Valenti who she trashes on many occasions). She is creating a kind of elitism. She belittles women who spend their cash on wine, vibrators, chocolate and booze (so don’t come around my house any time soon….). My own reaction was, so what! This sneery kind of contempt started with Ariel Levy’s “Female Chauvinist Pigs” way back in 2006 and it continues. Power really doesn’t have a high opinion of feminism rather she disparages from the sidelines on those air-headed women “want shoes and chocolate and handbags and babies and curling tongs washed down with a large glass of wine”…

And the reason being we have been lied and duped by “advertising, magazines and media’. Power concludes that for feminism to be truly transformative “it needs to shake of it imperialist and consumerist sheen”.

But…….. is that true? Instead of critiquing consumerism and commodification which would involve Power needing to do a bit more digging and indulging in some empirical research rather she happily blames women (because that is how it’s coming across) she should give a lot more attention and thought to the dialectical relationship between patriarchy and capitalism. Instead we have Power demanding that feminists should go for more “structural analysis”. For a book based on Marcuse’s One Dimensional Man, she neglects research and analysis and produces just that, a one-dimensional book  vilifying women duped by vino and vibrators. When for example she discusses (rather like Caitlin Moran discusses) self-harming behaviour in women highlights her lack of understanding and ignorance. She prefers to quote actor Christina Ricci as opposed to an ordinary women.

All that can be said for the private tribes (mostly) women cutters is that they do not understand each other symbolically, that there is no communication across scars. Self harm as the anti-tattoo.

Huh? I really do believe Nina Power should meet some women who self-harm. Her above argument is untrue. The behaviour does usually take place within the “private sphere” and that many women cut not just  because it’s about “an attempt to induce reality” but also it’s a coping mechanism with life. Yes, it is individualized behaviour, but it’s contradictory as well, as many women (from my own experience) believe they are the only ones in engage in self-harm yet when a woman gets the courage to speak to someone it is a groundbreaking moment as precisely she doesn’t feel alone and there are usually acts of solidarity in self-harmers supporting each other. It is precisely that feeling of being alone and individualized and alienated that makes many resort to razor blade with the sole aim of coping with life. Power, empathetic to women? Supportive? Understanding? No, not in the least. There is no evidence she is other than finger wagging condemnation and pity. She breezily writes about the “collective” yet there is no indication of this in Power’s discourse of feminism and the contemporary modern world. There have been many feminist books finger wagging at women’s choices in this modern markertised capitalist world but rather analysing this many current feminists bemoan feminism ( like Power et al)  for capitulating to this. Same with Ariel Levy.

Lynne Segal, socialist feminist expressed my own disappointment with this craze of blaming women and the crisis in feminism.

Because it is so characteristic of the twisted sympathies of a mediascape that is as eager to dwell upon the vulnerabilities of young women as to arraign those same women for their lifestyle choices, while simultaneously smugly highlighting the supposed failures of feminism in its inability to ensure women’s well-being, overall.

Furthermore

“The Equality Illusion: The Truth About Women and Men Today (2010),which presents us with the similarly pessimistic conclusion that women are more oppressed than ever today, yet fail to realize it. Even more explicit upbraiding of women and contemporary feminism for their betrayal of the hopes for female emancipation appear in the tone and text of Nina Power’s One Dimensional Woman (2009). Citing barely any well-known feminist writers, though abundant in its citation of reflections from male philosophers with little interest in or sympathy for feminist politics, Power accuses ‘today’s positive, upbeat feminists’ of abdicating ‘any systematic political thought’ for the celebration of ‘individual identity above all else’.”

Indeed I read Banyard’s book and that too depressed and filled me with despair. I was expected to write a review of her book but I gave up due to the feeling of disappointment and that I didn’t have anything positive to say.

Segal captures my own thoughts on Ariel Levy’s book as well.

“Moreover, Ariel cannot decide whether to treat her FCPs as victims, women unable to really enjoy sex or gain anything for themselves, or the opposite: women who are essentially selfish, narcissistic and predatory.

Sex is always a crucible of contradictions, but I find Levy’s own contradictions uncreative. We do need to talk more about the effects of our sexualised landscapes, but I don’t think we should be hoping for any manifesto that will tell us what good, authentic sex is. To imagine such a thing could exist it is to demonstrate the very kind of pared-down lack of imagination the book projects, perhaps rightly, on to the entrepreneurs of raunch.”

And that’s the other word that describes these recent glut of books, smug. Look at those women spending their wages on shopping for clothes, magazines and drinking more wine. That’s not liberation it’s misery. But rather than engage in this finger-pointing of women who have apparently submitted to the god of consumerism, vibrators, handbags, shoes, even more booze and waxing legs and the nether regions, ask yourselves this why? This type of narrative being put forward reminds of the 1980s radical feminism which emphasised the need for feminism to engage in certain ways, there was this creeping finger wagging morality that condemned women, this was never more polarised than the debate over pornography (it was porn on the brain everything else was subordinate). Women, it seems, has succumbed and submitted themselves to the patriarchy with a little help from feminism.

Don’t women get condemned enough in this society? Do this. Do that. Don’t do that. Women are straitjacketed and constrained enough without left-wing feminists/philosophers sticking the sisterly knife in the back. Also, this finger-pointing also is rather insipid as it inevitably focuses on working class women. What does Nina Power expect women to spend their money on? Her books so that they liberate and raise their political consciousness at the word according to Power? Lecturing women will not change anything, open and honest debate without the smugness and sneering where the aim and objective is to make women think about the world would be a start.

Power argues that feminism needs more structural analysis? What I would like to see is more of a structured argument from her as the books flits from one cultural aspect to another. What I also find odd is that Power focuses on women’s apparent obsession with consumerism yet doesn’t mention anything about men’s reliance on consumerism nor any interpretation of masculinity this could surely fit into the schema of the One Dimensional Woman.

Power spends very little on women and the labour market rather she concentrates on the feminization of labour. She lacks hard statistics, trends and counter trends and historical analysis of women entering the labour market this is a very big problem. As an academic you have a duty. Also, what she neglects is the number of women who will lose their jobs in the public sector  due to the economic meltdown as they are the majority in that specific workforce. Yet Power doesn’t spend much time on any of these topics rather she drifts and gives no indication of where’s she going. We get a stream of consciousness instead. Neither does Power spend any considered time in her slim book on the interaction between race, class and sexuality, she skims instead much to the detriment of the book. Power sees work as a cultural signifier though I am not entirely sure what she means. What I do know is that’s at the level she approaches these things. The professional woman in her business suit is a cultural thing in the same way as a pornographic image of a woman is also a cultural thing.

I can see why for someone as a philosophy professor who sees work and cultural meanings are one of the same. But it’s not the same because work is about material reproduction; it’s about cleaning floors, cutting up sandwiches in a food factory, it’s about making endless lattes in a cafe.Work in capitalism is alienating labour and even worse for women. Power doesn’t seem to see work in that category rather it’s a mish-mash of postmodernism disconnected from the real work. She may quote Marx but she no understanding of Marxism nor about rudiments of labour under capitalism.

I also find Laurie Penny’s Meat Market very similar as it lacks analysis, and statistical research. Again, it drifts through consumer capitalism without any real understanding of alienation and commodification of women under patriarchal capitalism  all we get is a rather superficial explanation but I am an old-fashioned socialist feminist who likes analysis with a theoretical basis. And that seems like a common thread in younger feminists. No development of an argument.

Overall, I would really invite feminists to read Socialist feminists from the 70s (and still going and writing!!), Lynne Segal, Angela Davis, Barbara Ehrenreich (if you want to read a realyl well researched argued book then read Global Woman), Sheila Rowbotham, Linda Gordon and so on. These feminists could bring theory into practice, they understood the nature of the dynamic shifts and changes within capitalism and patriarchy, intertwined with race, class and sexuality. The world may have changed since the 1970s but the arguments remain the same..

Please see this excellent post as well.


I wish I knew then what I know now

June 21, 2011

I suppose the flavour of the month is Caitlin Moran’s “How to be a Woman”

And knowing me I like to hitch a ride on the bandwagon just to see what the excitement is all about. Started to read it and so far I kinda have sympathy with both Selma James and Zohra Moosa (see the article I have linked to). During reading the first chapter about her life as a 13-year-old dragged me back, mentally kicking and screaming, to when I was that age living in Smethwick, with long brown hair and very thick NHS specs, the braces had come off my teeth by then. Bullied and labelled a freak by my school chums. I had a circle of friends who were, had the term been around in Smethwick circa. 1983, geeks. Well, freaks rhymes with that. Needless to say I hated to school not so much the learning but for the people. I wasn’t very good at interacting with humans possibly starting from the age of five as before then I wasn’t allowed to set foot outside the back gate due to mother’s agoraphobia who also sort solace in Valium addiction. Instead my best friends became telly and books. I preferred to know something as opposed to nothing so I would memorise facts and figures, my child brain was a sponge hankering after knowledge and education. I really liked to learn. I would also pick up useless information about films and television shows. Unfortunately, it still sticks with me today along with the strange looks of, “How the hell do you know that???” At school it was usually me in the corner blending in with the bland interiors happy to be ignored and left in silence but on many occasions I was forced to the front of the class as my mother would explain to teachers that because I had appalling eyesight (still do to this day) I should be shunted to the front of the class. Thanks ma, everyone sees me now while I squint at them.

I knew that there was a life outside books and television and it was scary to contemplate. Books insulated me from the big bad world. But nevertheless i was curious about the world and social interaction. So I would traipse around like a lap dog after my friend M. who was curvy and attractive, who had the gift of the gab. The trade-off was that she copied my homework and I would learn the mysteries of romance. She would tell me quite often that, “boys don’t like girls who read as it scares them”… Even then that sounded utterly bizarre and quite insulting. My logic was if that was true then they can sod off. One day M. told me she had fixed up a blind date for me (groan….) from one of her cast offs. I thought this was the sympathy thing because who the hell would fancy me…? Prank? Joke? Humiliation? No thank-you I am staying at home. I discovered later on that the chap had turned up and he did like me. Oh well, put that one down to experience.

Also, school is the place where you learn about oppression, about sexist double standards and contradictions. Life in a capitalist world interacting with patriarchal norms but back then I hadn’t developed that much of a serious analytical consciousness. I just knew on a basic level that some thing was way way WAY wrong. M. had a boyfriend who wanted to “go all the way” and wouldn’t take no for an answer so she punched his lights out. Unfortunately, for her, the sexist rumour mill went into action helping him to patch up his male ego. “Slag” was thrown about quite effectively instead of stupid boy getting it in the neck M. did. The truth was distorted and lies went unchallenged. M. had a reputation now. It sickened me. Why should she be called this and why should she be victimised?

Around that time I read up on the suffragettes. My sister called me a “feminist” in very disparaging manner. And I started to read Karl Marx lounging on my bed Orwell, Shakespeare, Edna O’Brien (I know, but I liked her bks way back then), Colin McInnes, James Baldwin scattered on top of the quilt. I had first been introduced to the significance of class when I was 8 I said to my mother that I couldn’t wait to for the “midnight feasts” in Enid Blyton books. My mother answered: “Those schools aren’t for the likes of us”…

Me: “Why?”

Mother: “Because we are working class.”

Me: “So?”

Mother: “We can’t afford it!”

Me: “Why?”

…..This kinda went on for some time. But suffice to say I was heartbroken I would experience that nor the tuck boxes, thrills and spills and japes of public school life. In my family there were two things, voting Labour and joining a trade union (house I grew up in was GMB) but that’s as far as the political awareness went with my parents (combined with CofE religion).Being racist, sexist and homophobic wasn’t a problem for them but it was a serious frustrating problem for me which caused angry rows and confrontations as a teenager (“Commie weirdo… go back to Russia”….).

Another thing was the contradictions of sex and relationships. My mother gave me a book on the “facts of life”… More like the “myths of life” as I was confronted with a story of two young women; one slept around with many men while the other stayed  faithful to the one man. You can guess who the author of this shoddy piece praised? Women who slept around ended up on the emotional scrap heap. Hey ma, what you trying to tell me? At school we had to watch a video nasty of a white woman doctor with a clipped BBC accent explaining contraceptives devices. She want through each device by naming them; “This is a coil”… “This is a condom”… and so on. Wow, I knew what these devices looked like but don’t ask me how you use them. Even then we had to get the permission from our parents to watch this “educational” vid.

So much of my knowledge was gleaned from M. She ran through the emotional gamut of responses to relationships from A to Z. I was a willing pupil. Didn’t work though has it made me further confused. Also I couldn’t ask my mother who would one minute shriek, “Why haven’t you a boyfriend”? to “I hope you didn’t sleep with anyone at that party”? Hang on… I’m confused. What indicated that my mother was full of contradictions and other substances was when she would storm into my bedroom (she always stormed never politely entered), would gaze at my left-wing posters on the wall with pursed lips and then at me lounging on the bed reading Socialist Worker.

“Why can’t you get a boyfriend?”

“Cos I am not interested!”

“Oh. No. You are one of those?”

“One of what?”

“Those”?

“What are you talking about?”

“A lesbian!” she winced when saying it.

Good grief. I ignored her and carried on reading, I certainly wasn’t going to pacify her by saying I wasn’t because I didn’t know. Most of my dreams which had a sexual kick were about women not men. I once woke aroused but shocked and very confused. I couldn’t ask ma about any of this.

So once I left school, where my life started to flounder even more, cracks started to emerge in my psyche. I needed to leave the suffocating world of Smethwick and the small-minded racist white working class mentality of my parents. Smethwick and the bellowing smoke that belched out the chimney from the local brewery which was overwhelmed the skyline out of my bedroom window penetrating the air with hops. I had to escape. At the moment I had equipped myself with political ideas and excited by my burgeoning support for Marxism. I endeavoured to be a bright young energetic shiny screwed up though optimistic cadre fighting the good cause and helping to forward the revolution. Expectations of a better world. Integral to this better world was women’s liberation and socialist feminism.

…… Twenty-five years on I am a jaded and fatigued 41-year-old, who has seen it and done it and indeed have amassed the t-shirts (10 years hard labour as a Trot). Tired. Reminding myself of the boundless energy of rushing to 3 meetings a night now I prefer to slouch on the sofa snoozing. I am also happy to pass the baton of activism and fighting the good fight to younger generations while I wile away the hours busily doing nowt. Ok…. that’s sounds pessimistic but I did my time and I never could have anticipated nor predicted the ups, downs, really petrifying terrifying lows, the dizzying headache highs, the creamy middles what life would chuck at me from that point of being excited and an excitable teenager I was then. Would I have changed anything? Yeah, lots, too many to mention? One… being, hey kids don’t mess with Trot groups. And don’t drink half a bottle of Whisky as it is very bad for you. Oh, and tell strange and pompous left-wing men bearing obscure pamphlets on Lenin to take a hike. You’re not interested! And it’s ok to take your time about relationships. Plus believe that people, you know, may actually like you.

I suppose for me where Moran’s book, for me, fell down for me was the lack of class politics interwoven with an acute understanding of oppression. Feminism is about changing the world. The intersection of race, sex and sexuality within a patriarchal capitalist society. I like my analysis, research, and empiricism along with dialectical materialism with some gallows humour thrown in, a few jokes that gave respite against the Grand Guignol comedy of life (that certainly sums up my own experience). Really, I wish I knew then what I know now. Ha… the luxury of hindsight.


Cliché world of crime fiction

June 20, 2011

Crime pays especially if you are writer of this genre. Must confess I have been reading crime fiction for as long as I can remember. Started off with Agatha Christie as a kid and it evolved from there. While watching last night’s adaptation of Kate Atkinson’s “Case Histories” I started to despair, here was the protagonist, Jackson Brodie, the good Samaritan act where he winds up in A&E injured, he checks out of hospital against the wishes of a protesting doctor and gets home where he knocks back copious whisky to wash down the painkillers. Hard boiled PI addicted to booze, work and women (whichever order). Modern contemporary fiction just can’t beat Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and James M Cain with their slick dialogue and wisecracks. But my favourite writer of that era has to be Patricia Highsmith. The cold killer inventions that were amoral, psychopathic con artists Charles Anthony Bruno (Strangers on a Train) and Tom Ripley, the eponymous anti-hero, brought to life by the savage acerbic language of Highsmith. But never really hit the heights of her male peers ultimately down to sexism with a woman muscling into the male dominated genre.

 

I have read a fair range of contemporary crime fiction, where women have finally come to the forefront though it’s still white and male dominated . Feminism influenced books from Gillian Slovo to Barbara Wilson also Amanda Cross’s Kate Fansler series, and Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone. Lately, I developed a taste for the books of Debi Alper. The more straightforward and staid PD James to the more political Ruth Rendell /Barbara Vine. Fortunately in the early 1990s I lived next door to a crime fiction aficionado and we would swap crime fictions. Devoured Colin Dexter’s Morse books, crime in the cloistered world of Oxford with the university having a focal point. I used to like the Morse books as they have a puzzle quality about them but there’s that quaint twee lost in the past Midsomer kinda narrative that has this sickly respectability that is irksome and reactionary (it’s worth reading Orwell’s “Decline of the English Murder”). Or you have more of inner city hard-boiled former squaddie becoming cop becoming PI (delete which applicable). Rankin’s Inspector Rebus of the grimy gritty world of gangsters and corruption. I like the style of the writing, close my eyes and I can conjure up the Oxford Bar and the surrounding decaying world of Rebus. Again, hard-drinking who spends his evenings in his threadbare flat listening to the Rolling Stones, complicated love life and bruiser who just about stays of the right side of the law, a misunderstood “good cop”. Same with Kate Atkinson’s Jackson Brodie, complicated, misunderstood mixed up former cop now PI. Rebus solves while Brodie searches. Both may have cold exteriors but they care, and on the right side of fighting corruption. These rather idealistic and fictional account of police procedure and behaviour makes me respond by read the more realistic books about police corruption and brutality of David Peace and Dexter Dias. However much I like the clever complicated twisty plotlines of these books I get bored.

 

Crime fiction is divided into 2. Crime procedure and psychological crime. Inspector Rebus catches the bad people by procedure and investigations while Val McDermid’s Dr Tony Hill, psychological profiler, another cracker who gets into the minds of the killers. These narratives revolve around bloody murder, lots of gore of grisly Grand Guignol proportions. I have to confess a lot of these books merge into one. I wonder whether when the writer discovers that they can’t further the plot they throw a bucket load of gore to distract the reader. Don’t get me wrong I like my gore like the next person but regarding many of these psychological crime you have to up the ante of blood, inventive ways of torture and murder. When reading one of McDermid’s Dr Tony Hill books and Thomas Harris’ Hannibal both characters had visited the torture museum in Italy. I did muse whether the two bumped into one another and swapped notes. But what makes me breathe a sigh of despair is the cliché plots, there’s always gruesome bloody murders that involve women being slashed to pieces the reason being some bloke wants to express his masculinity through violent misogyny and/or some ritualistic murder(s) which allows the reader to wander into the scary psyche of a killer. I just get bored and fed-up with these very restricting storylines and plot devices. I mean, I read some of the Mark Billingham’s Detective Inspector Tom Thorne books but can’t remember anything worthwhile about them as they have seemingly merged into one. Read one…. well you’ve read ‘em all.

That why I possibly like the Stieg Larsson books. More inventive, creative and political. Yes, the two protagonists have their own personal demons but the narrative has a political edge. And the characters are strong and strident especially Lisbeth Salander, who I found was a breath of fresh air. Another Scandinavian gem for me was Silence of the Grave by Arnaldur Indriðason, which won the Crime Writers’ Association Gold Dagger in 2005. Again a political and insightful book.

In some ways I prefer a piece of crime fiction that devotes itself to characters and to storyline but doesn’t spend an inordinate amount of time on the one in charge of catching the baddie with the usual drinks too much, has a secret desire for their sidekick (Dr Tony Hill and DCI Carol Jordan…. cop Louise Monroe and Jackson Brodie….and so on). Tired clichés been done to the death. I know shock and awe sells maybe because it is so far from our own reality.  Give the public what it demands with its unrelenting desire for crime and blood a literary interpretation of Weegee’s “Their First Murder” gawping, gasping, gulping at the pages restraining ourselves from reading the end chapter, the “Who dunnit” climax… but capitulating to the need to look. The literary spectacle of crime fiction

Like I say, i like crime fiction, I like the who dunnit, literature may have moved on from Poirot and Marple but there’s still the denouement where the crime solvers rush against the clock to hunt the baddie(s), time running out and clues pasted together and voila …solution. Contemporary crime may not invite suspects in the crime to gather around listening to the main protagonist but a modified version is still there. Maybe the golden age of crime fiction has moved on and new ideas and creations are necessary before it jumps the shark completely

Though in saying all that I am so pleased the quirky funny off-the-wall Dirk Gently series will be adapted for telly in 2012. Hurrah!


Wetlands – Barnes

June 19, 2011

Visited Wetlands in Barnes today. Loads of snoozing wildfowl and birds. Good wander I had and saw two maybe three herons. And lots of other interesting species.


Brian Haw: loss of an anti-war comrade

June 19, 2011

Very sad news that anti-war activist Brian Haw has died after a hard fight against cancer.

 

 


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