*This article was published in The Huffington Post on 28 August
Wednesday marks the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s seminal “I have a dream” speech. However pertinent then, it is obsolete in today’s post racialism Britain. His account of black people being shackled “by the chains of discrimination” is about as outdated as VHS.
Today, racism is a mythical concept incubated in the minds of liberal fundamentalists and the likes of Oprah (“you can’t afford that handbag”) Winfrey. An aside: It’s hardly the shop assistants’ fault if black people in Switzerland are poor.
When I came to live in this country I had the right mindset. That of fitting in. Before I even left my native Dublin I took elocution lessons and words like “feck” were banished from my vocabulary. It helped that I dyed my carrot red hair black and reduced my daily alcohol intake from 10 to 8.5 pints. You won’t find U2 or The Script on my ipod. I changed my name from Mary Gobnit O’Reilly to the more British sounding Tess (short for Tessandra) Finch-Lees. My assimilation was complete.
I do think that ethnic minorities could do more to fit in. In the same way that Isla Fisher converted to Judaism and Katie Homes to Scientology in an apparent bid to ingratiate their men, why can’t black and minority ethnics (BMEs) at least show willing?
It was recently reported that schools requiring supply teachers are asking for a “John Smith, if you know what I mean”? Surely, if you want a job, rather than dig your heals in, flaunting your unpronounceable foreign name, on principle, just change it to John Smith or Jane Jones for goodness sake. Pride comes before a fall and all that.
Fifty years ago signs such as, “No blacks, dogs or Irish” were commonplace. Nowadays, [well behaved] Irish and dogs are welcome in most British establishments. In post racialism Britain you would never see signs telling immigrants to go home. Any cryptograms, say written on vans patrolling through London, and the random targeting of dark skinned immigrants at railway stations, would be illegal. The racists behind it would be hauled before the courts. That’s what the Equality and Human Rights Commission is there for. Isn’t it?
As long as the PC brigade keep banging on about racism a climate of victimhood will prevail. They churn out statistics with the velocity and conviction with which Catholics produce offspring. The fact that there is only one black CEO in the ftse 100 (and he’s not British), that only 1 in 20 of the judiciary is BME and that there is only one non white editor of a national newspaper, is frankly, just one of those things.
A lot of what is termed “racist” in contemporary society is being whipped up by the racialism industry. Take the recent to do after it emerged the Tory MP Jacob Rees-Mogg spoke at the Traditional Britain Group dinner. An organisation that condemned Doreen Lawrence’s peerage as “a monstrous disgrace”. Like Enoch Powell, the TBG called for Ms Lawrence to return to her natural homeland. Easier said than done. Those chaps have obviously never tried to catch a tube to South London at rush hour.
I have it on good authority that Mr Rees-Hogg, like his Tory colleague, Calum Rupert Heaton-Gent (actual name), who also attended the dinner, were victims of a misunderstanding. Their Eton advisors thought TBG stood for Transvestite, Black and Gay, so they only agreed to attend in the hope of shoring up swing voters. Allegedly.
Even Tory MP, Adam Afriyie, has reportedly described himself as “post –racial”. “I don’t see myself as a black man”. Obviously not. How else could he rub shoulders with the likes of Patrick Mercer, who, as an army officer, said his black soldiers were routinely referred to as “n*****s”, and who lambasted “idle and useless” ethnic minority soldiers who “used racism to cover their misdemeanors”.
Fifty years on there’s a disproportionately higher representation of black people in prison, living in poverty, and dying in police custody in the UK. Whilst I concede this arguably falls short of Martin Luther King’s dream of justice and equality, frankly, as long as those of a darker hue are being picked on, it takes the heat off us Irish. And dogs.
Monday 26 August 2013
Tuesday 13 August 2013
Eric Pickles & the Bongo Bongo Brigade are Warm Up Acts in Count Down to General Election
If Eric Pickles is Minister for Community Cohesion, I’m the Taliban’s Minister for Women. With 15 months to go to the next election the politics of prejudice has only just begun. Having no doubt conducted a focus group in Basildon, Travellers were identified as the ethnic minority that would yield least votes and for whom there is no celebrity on speed dial if singled out for a good kicking.
Pickles is doing what Michael Howard did during the 2005 Tory election campaign, picking on Travellers in a bid to deflect the gullible public from scrutinising their policies. For example, if you dig beneath the surface, you’ll find that the term “austerity” is actually a euphemism for stealing from the poor to give to the rich. If they can pick up a few votes from UKIP while they’re at it, all the better.
Instead of maligning an entire community based on briefings from his Oxbridge intern, Eric Pickles, like his colleagues, needs to get out more.
Pickles’ defence for picking on Travellers is that they should be made to obey the law like everyone else. Not quite everyone. There are some exceptions, aren’t there Eric. Five years after the global financial crisis, which has driven countless ordinary people to destitution and, in some cases death, not one senior banker has faced criminal charges in this country.
At the same time as the most vulnerable people in society are facing cuts to jobs, wages and benefits, corporations like Starbucks, Google and Amazon are finding loopholes in the law enabling them to avoid paying full tax on profits made in this country. Utility companies are accused of price rigging and exploiting impoverished customers. The wealthy, it seems, are allowed to evade and circumvent the law with government impunity, while ordinary people pay the price for their recklessness and greed.
If different rules apply for the privileged, the principles of fairness and justice that underpin a democracy are severely undermined. These are the issues the Tories will face during the election campaign and no amount of dog whistling will throw us off the scent.
See an earlier blog re the Eviction of The Dale Farm Travellers to get an insight into the human beings behind the misinformed, misleading stereotype.
Pickles is doing what Michael Howard did during the 2005 Tory election campaign, picking on Travellers in a bid to deflect the gullible public from scrutinising their policies. For example, if you dig beneath the surface, you’ll find that the term “austerity” is actually a euphemism for stealing from the poor to give to the rich. If they can pick up a few votes from UKIP while they’re at it, all the better.
Instead of maligning an entire community based on briefings from his Oxbridge intern, Eric Pickles, like his colleagues, needs to get out more.
Pickles’ defence for picking on Travellers is that they should be made to obey the law like everyone else. Not quite everyone. There are some exceptions, aren’t there Eric. Five years after the global financial crisis, which has driven countless ordinary people to destitution and, in some cases death, not one senior banker has faced criminal charges in this country.
At the same time as the most vulnerable people in society are facing cuts to jobs, wages and benefits, corporations like Starbucks, Google and Amazon are finding loopholes in the law enabling them to avoid paying full tax on profits made in this country. Utility companies are accused of price rigging and exploiting impoverished customers. The wealthy, it seems, are allowed to evade and circumvent the law with government impunity, while ordinary people pay the price for their recklessness and greed.
If different rules apply for the privileged, the principles of fairness and justice that underpin a democracy are severely undermined. These are the issues the Tories will face during the election campaign and no amount of dog whistling will throw us off the scent.
See an earlier blog re the Eviction of The Dale Farm Travellers to get an insight into the human beings behind the misinformed, misleading stereotype.
Tuesday 6 August 2013
When the Words “Body Bag” Were Uttered, I Would’ve Agreed to Pose Naked in Playboy
This was published in The Huffington Post today. Link will be added to the press section shortly.
Over a week has passed since news broke of Caroline Criado-Perez’s Twitter abuse. Despite two arrests, the deluge of threats against defiant women has escalated rather than abated. Caroline’s nightmare exposed the underbelly of misogyny in this, our so called “post feminist”, society. Despite being bombarded with rape and death threats, Caroline, Stella Creasy, Mary Beard, Laurie Penny, India Knight and others refuse to be intimidated into submission.
When confronted with similar tactics, albeit in person, I wasn’t so courageous. I found exposing myself to physical threats fundamentally incompatible with pregnancy, the first of which ended in miscarriage after being pinned up against a wall by a man who uttered the words “body bag” (amongst others) in my ear. My crime? Co-organising a series of demonstrations exposing the genocide in Darfur.
Having watched a film about the assassination of Veronica Guerin, a fellow Irish journalist, for daring to take on a drug cartel in Dublin, I realised my limits. Her son was the same age as mine is now when she was gunned down. I knew then if I ever became a mother I wouldn’t be so brave. In fairness, I can’t be accused of being silent, but I tend to avoid situations that expose me to physical threats of violence. Unless you count the Christmas rush at Toys R Us…
I have also resisted every effort to succumb to social media. I do so because I know how potent and polluting threats are (plus I can’t be bothered to make enough friends for it not to be embarrassing..). Although I don’t subscribe to twitter, I believe women should have the right to participate without threat of rape or other violence. Twitter’s tame and tardy response indicates the need for tighter regulation of the industry.
The rise of blogging and yes, some social media, has challenged the malestream media’s portrayal of women, as slags, nags or hags. The dinosaurs won’t let go of their sexist copyright over women without a fight though. “Controversial” women prepared to belittle feminism are always guaranteed a place on the prime time sofa. Samantha (I’m a man’s woman) Brick and Katie (rent a gob) Hopkins are regulars. Whereas “controversial” feminists are conspicuous by their absence.
I learned the hard way that not conforming to a stereotype is career limiting. A few years ago I did a live TV news interview. It went down well and my name was apparently put at the top of the “expert interviewee list”. A few days later I met an editor of the programme at a news conference who indicated that comments I made about Tony Blair had enraged “No. 10”. My name duly disappeared off the list.
If only I’d played the game, by the boys’ rules, I could be standing next to one of those grey haired geezers on a Saturday night smiling inanely and laughing at their [bad] jokes. Shame, I’m amply qualified with an impressive décolletage.
The emergence of Lad rags has undoubtedly contributed to the desensitisation of men to the sexualisation and dehumanisation of women. Nuts notoriously ran a competition wherein men were asked to send in pictures of their girlfriend’s breasts, which were then published with their heads cut off. Heads being surplus to requirements on account of them housing the most threatening organ of the female body. Her brain.
The Edinburgh fringe is currently in full flow. Last year the comedian Nick Page left the in protest at the rape “jokes”. Jimmy (the tax dodger) Carr, AKA Jammy Dodger, has an allegedly raucous line in rape jokes. For example, “What do 9 out of 10 people enjoy? Gang rape” (boom boom). How about, “What is rape anyway, but surprise sex”. The student website Unilad was reported as having the following posting: “85% of rape cases go unreported. That seems fairly good odds”.
Despite being recognised as a weapon of war by the UN, jokes and threats involving rape can be made with impunity in this country. Twitter threats against outspoken women should be a rallying call to women around the world to speak up. So few are strong female voices in the public arena, that those who dare to be heard are considered fair game.
Over a week has passed since news broke of Caroline Criado-Perez’s Twitter abuse. Despite two arrests, the deluge of threats against defiant women has escalated rather than abated. Caroline’s nightmare exposed the underbelly of misogyny in this, our so called “post feminist”, society. Despite being bombarded with rape and death threats, Caroline, Stella Creasy, Mary Beard, Laurie Penny, India Knight and others refuse to be intimidated into submission.
When confronted with similar tactics, albeit in person, I wasn’t so courageous. I found exposing myself to physical threats fundamentally incompatible with pregnancy, the first of which ended in miscarriage after being pinned up against a wall by a man who uttered the words “body bag” (amongst others) in my ear. My crime? Co-organising a series of demonstrations exposing the genocide in Darfur.
Having watched a film about the assassination of Veronica Guerin, a fellow Irish journalist, for daring to take on a drug cartel in Dublin, I realised my limits. Her son was the same age as mine is now when she was gunned down. I knew then if I ever became a mother I wouldn’t be so brave. In fairness, I can’t be accused of being silent, but I tend to avoid situations that expose me to physical threats of violence. Unless you count the Christmas rush at Toys R Us…
I have also resisted every effort to succumb to social media. I do so because I know how potent and polluting threats are (plus I can’t be bothered to make enough friends for it not to be embarrassing..). Although I don’t subscribe to twitter, I believe women should have the right to participate without threat of rape or other violence. Twitter’s tame and tardy response indicates the need for tighter regulation of the industry.
The rise of blogging and yes, some social media, has challenged the malestream media’s portrayal of women, as slags, nags or hags. The dinosaurs won’t let go of their sexist copyright over women without a fight though. “Controversial” women prepared to belittle feminism are always guaranteed a place on the prime time sofa. Samantha (I’m a man’s woman) Brick and Katie (rent a gob) Hopkins are regulars. Whereas “controversial” feminists are conspicuous by their absence.
I learned the hard way that not conforming to a stereotype is career limiting. A few years ago I did a live TV news interview. It went down well and my name was apparently put at the top of the “expert interviewee list”. A few days later I met an editor of the programme at a news conference who indicated that comments I made about Tony Blair had enraged “No. 10”. My name duly disappeared off the list.
If only I’d played the game, by the boys’ rules, I could be standing next to one of those grey haired geezers on a Saturday night smiling inanely and laughing at their [bad] jokes. Shame, I’m amply qualified with an impressive décolletage.
The emergence of Lad rags has undoubtedly contributed to the desensitisation of men to the sexualisation and dehumanisation of women. Nuts notoriously ran a competition wherein men were asked to send in pictures of their girlfriend’s breasts, which were then published with their heads cut off. Heads being surplus to requirements on account of them housing the most threatening organ of the female body. Her brain.
The Edinburgh fringe is currently in full flow. Last year the comedian Nick Page left the in protest at the rape “jokes”. Jimmy (the tax dodger) Carr, AKA Jammy Dodger, has an allegedly raucous line in rape jokes. For example, “What do 9 out of 10 people enjoy? Gang rape” (boom boom). How about, “What is rape anyway, but surprise sex”. The student website Unilad was reported as having the following posting: “85% of rape cases go unreported. That seems fairly good odds”.
Despite being recognised as a weapon of war by the UN, jokes and threats involving rape can be made with impunity in this country. Twitter threats against outspoken women should be a rallying call to women around the world to speak up. So few are strong female voices in the public arena, that those who dare to be heard are considered fair game.
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