Is there much point in writing a look-back at the past 12 months? We all know what a thoroughly rotten year it’s been. At this point, simply asking ‘How are you?’ is to mercilessly flog the ghost of a long-dead horse. You’re OK at best and have been wearing the same pair of jeans for 5 months. I’ve today reached the milestone of a year in the job, and while this wouldn’t ordinarily merit much – if any – attention, my time at Green Park is a tape measure tied to one of the most significant societal upheavals in modern history. Or maybe I’m trying to find an excuse to drag out the soapbox again.
A day’s passed since a mob invaded Washington DC’s Capitol Building, at the express direction and continuing approval of the newly-banned-from-Facebook President of the United States. No, they’re not protestors: they’re terrorists who tried to overthrow an election through violent intimidation. This is a case study of the distinction between a protest and a riot, between direct action and an attempted coup; and it doesn’t matter how successful or incompetent the attempted coup might be, it’s still an attempt. Let there be no doubt that had Black Lives Matter protestors gathered outside the capitol, they would have been met with heavily armed riot police covering their faces so as to hide their identity. Oh wait, that already happened.
I’m a bit late to the party criticising Baroness Stowell, much to my regret. However, milady’s latest in the rag behind “ENEMIES OF THE PEOPLE” and “FURY AT BBC SEX CHANGE SHOW FOR 6-YEAR-OLDS” is one of the more obtusely fraudulent and morally spurious pieces of writing I’ve read in at least 9 days.
Charity. Hell of a word. Hell of a concept. Ambiguity, challenge and opportunity run through ‘charity’ like sticks of rock.
Recruiting for charities is a funny old world. Granted, you meet, interact with and learn from some fascinating, mission-driven people. People campaigning to make the workplace fairer for people with disabilities. People lobbying government ministers to ensure animal welfare standards are upheld post Brexit. People briefing CEOs on air quality policy. The list goes on and on, and the day job gets more and more interesting.
I, like most functioning members of the human race, didn’t grow up wanting to be a recruiter. Three years later, I’m still here and have found an unexpected fascination with and enduring motivation for the role charity headhunters really play. Or maybe I’m just saying this for the benefit of my boss.
I like Keir Starmer. Looks good in a suit, right? He outclasses Boris Johnson in PMQs every Wednesday. “Forensic.” Seems like the kind of guy both your nan and your dad would like. Hell, I’m a proud Corbynite who happily voted for him to become Leader of the Labour Party. But here we are again.Continue reading “A memo to Keir Starmer: Black Lives Matter is not a “moment””
A statue is not a neutral remembrance of historical facts and figures, teaching us about the proud history of our nation, as right-wing imperialists would have us believe. Statues are rather commemoration and glorification, an attempt to mainstream and idolise legacy.
Without justice, there can be no peace. Black Lives Matter.
I’ve never been an enthusiastic writer. In fact, I’ve always shied away from it. Throughout my adolescence, even feeling the temptation to write, I was crippled with embarrassment in the face of presumed mockery and indifference. Or perhaps that’s just an excuse for leaving university essay deadlines until the last minute. A lot’s happened inContinue reading “Anger and Hope – An Introduction”