Sunday 27 March 2016

You live in a luxurious place. Enjoy?

Luxury


Place called home

Home secure,

No loved ones whose fate is unsure.

Luxury.


Friend comes home

Share a drink,

No loved ones tonight who might sink.

Luxury.


Waking up

A real bed,

No loved ones prematurely dead.

Luxury.


Hot coffee

Shower hot,

No loved ones arbitrarily shot.

Luxury. 



Thursday 17 March 2016

Je Suis Un Refugié



This work is dedicated to Paddie, and to all the grass-roots volunteers from around the world responding to humanitarian need in the face of state resistance in northern Europe.


Je Suis Un Refugié



Je suis un refugié...

Dispossessed by choice in the face

 of materialistic meaninglessness.

A restless wanderer upon the Earth,

Disenfranchised from my self at birth.

A wooden spoon in my mouth my essential crime,

A sense of frustration. A sense of wrongness,

Of not belonging here or there

In this place or this time.


Je suis un refugié...

In my own homeland. In my own life. 

In my own skin.

Je suis un refugié...

Fleeing endlessly from a class war my class

Cannot win.

The abuses of the rulers who claim to serve our good,

Leave so many of us stranded for doing what we should,

Hearts that come together under portentous skies,

Cry silent tears of sadness as they struggle with the whys.



So I come here to help you and you see who and what I am,

Je suis un refugié... 

just doing what he can. 

My smile to you is for life in all its wondrous guise,

For hearts that kindle flames of hope,

Before that fire dies.

"Do you know?" the Voice Within enquires 

"do you realize

how rare

 in time and space

is this air

You breathe?

How beautiful this place?"

So I dig within my Heart for gratitude and joy

but...

...Je suis un refugié...

And have been so since a boy.

Tuesday 8 March 2016

Grande Synthe refugee camp(s)...Is the situation ever hopeless?

So here I am again in Grande Synthe, and what's been happening?

Well, I have been challenged on a personal and political level, again. I have met people who have caused me to revaluate my attitude, again....

...but this is not about me.

This is about the people on the sharp end of this geo-political plutocracy we all suffer and strain under. This is about those folk we now refer to from our ivory towers of relative freedom and relative security as "refugees".

And what about them?

You might have heard of this thing called "ISIS" (Islamic State in Iraq and Syria), or "ISIL" (Islamic State in Iraq and the Levant) right? Or what those fighting them (and no, I do not mean David Cameron) call "Daesh" (al Dawlah al-Islameyah fi Iraq wal-Sham). This is the created enemy that we are all supposed to be cowering in fear from, and willing to send our sons to die fighting, and willing to suffer cuts from public services, public resources and public freedoms because of.

I'm not even going to bother going into here what I think about the origins of this perceived threat, or who I think is really behind them, who funds them, who armed and trained them or who profits (financially or politically) from their existence. You probably know that shit already if you are reading this blog, and if you don't, then I suggest you dig a little deeper for your information about what is actually happening in this world than the Daily Fuckwit.

No, what I want to talk about here are the people who have been suffering the most. Suffering all the horrors you are afraid of. Suffering all the abuses of their rights you would get so indignant about should anyone tamper with yours.

I met this young guy yesterday, I won't mention his name. He showed me and my friend pictures on his phone. Pictures of his baby, a cute kid "still in Iraq". Pictures of his wife, drop dead georgeous "still in Iraq". A picture of his baby with his wife...except his wife was a tombstone...still in Iraq.

"Daesh", he explained.

We met a young guy of twenty the other week, whose name I won't mention, who explained to us both "Mother, Father, Grandmother, all Daesh". Our sympathy almost brought tears to his eyes. His grief and loss brought tears to ours.

He is not in a position where he can afford the luxury of tears.

So this last two days we have been doing two things: moving people from the Grande Synthe "jungle" to the new official refugee camp (something I publicly stated I wouldn't get involved in on principle), and trying desperately to salvage what we can from the old camp before the police come in and beat up anyone still there and bulldoze the valuable resources that remain into a landfill site.

Tomorrow we will continue to do the same two things, except now we can apparently be subject to arrest and up to 2 years imprisonment for "people trafficking" should we be caught with "illegals" in our car as we attempt to relocate them.

 I heard that the local Mayor has been arrested under such spurious charges for facilitating coaches to move people to the new camp.

If (and I sincerely hope there isn't) anyone is left there when the CRS (Cunts R uS) come in to do their Nazi overlords bidding, then chances are they will be the very people who have been fighting your chosen boogeyman of the decade, Daesh. Bearing the brunt of this crazy militarization of a religion of peace. Losing their loved ones, their freedoms and their own humanity to keep you safe in your over-privileged comfort zone of fast food, instant coffee, fast cars, microwave ready meals, central heating and fast computers.

The thanks they will get from the European establishment will be tear gas, rubber bullets and batons.

Nice. Very civilised.  Well done France.

Droits humains pour tous?

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I don't care how scared you are of these phantoms that Bilderbergers and their misanthropic ilk have dreamt into existence. If you try and stop me from doing the right thing- from trying to help people who are in a desperate situation- then expect a struggle. Expect resistance.

I don't care how racist you are, I will still go on treating people as people. Even if you are too blind to see it.

And I am not alone.

The world is waking up and there are more of us, those who see the basic truth of everyone's humanity and intrinsic equality of worth and significance, than there are of you who cower behind your ego props of "status", "identity", "religion" or "uniform"ity.

Not just more, but billions more.

We are the revolution, and we are happening, now.

Get on board or get extinct. The choice is yours.