terrorism – Nick Grant

Nick Grant

Tag: terrorism

  • What’s Missing From This Picture?

    This is a story about friendly fire…

    Rush hour

    Do you remember that book Where’s Wally? (Where’s Waldo? in the USA) You had to look through the packed crowd of people to find that one guy. I want you to find that one guy with the power to kill lots of people; you know who I’m talking about, right? You know who I mean when I say: the person carrying something with the destructive power to inflict death and injury on these innocent people? See if you can find them in this picture.

    Give up? I’ll give you a clue: I’m talking about policemen with guns or soldiers with guns. Where are the armed police and the army in this picture? See if you can find them.

    While you’re looking, why don’t you see if you can figure out who’s most likely to be radicalised and become a suicide bomber, just from the outside appearance of this group of random commuters? What are you going to do when you find them? Are you going to torture them to get them to confess to their bloodthirsty ambitions? Are you going to lock them up indefinitely in Guantanamo Bay? Are you going to drop them off, in the middle of a deadly civil war, in a city where all the buildings have been reduced to rubble?

    Send me your answers on a postcard.

     

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  • Lone Wolf

    This is a story about radicalisation…

    Tetsuo capsules

    One week before the 2015 terrorist attack in Paris, I did an experiment where I acted suspiciously and lost large items of luggage on public transport, during the evening rush hour. Within 30 minutes, I lost a bag at London Bridge, one at Oxford Circus and two at Westminster… which was co-incidental because it was Guy Fawkes Night. I undoubtably have mental health problems and protested against war in Iraq and Syria. Does that make me a terrorist sympathiser, and a possible suspect?

    The point here is about how easy it is for anybody who’s motivated to kill and maim, to slip through the net.

    Relatively recently, 52 year old Thomas Mair – mentally ill – killed MP Jo Cox, while 53 year old Adrian Ajao – a teacher – killed four tourists and a police officer. One inspired by white supremacy, the other by radical Islam, but both acting alone.

    “What’s your point? We’re sitting ducks?” asked my then-girlfriend – a BBC journalist – on that night I lost my bags.

    Yes. Yes we are sitting ducks. As we cluster together at rock concerts, or on cramped public transport in overcrowded cities, we are certainly sitting ducks. As we assume that the police, army and military intelligence are working together to maintain our security. We are relaxed and feel safe.

    Bombs kill indiscriminately, and if you’re dropping them from 20,000ft then you’re not around to see the devastation of the aftermath. If you’re firing Hellfire missiles from a drone control centre in Nevada, you’re 7,000 miles away from whoever you’re being told to kill – you don’t know whether there was any ‘collateral damage’. Tomahawk missiles fired from a ship or submarine can travel over 1,000 miles, and none of those sailors pushing the “FIRE!” button will see their target explode, and the dead bodies when the dust has settled.

    Hateful language about refugees being potential terrorists; phobia of Islam and of people with darker skin tones than your own – heard everywhere, even from the mouths of politicians. Influential people in positions of authority spread fear to try and increase their power. Seemingly inconsequential governmental changes, such as removing Britain from the union of European nations, have an emboldening effect on nationalists, patriots, racists, bigots and other extremists. A toxic stew of “us versus them” bubbles, threatening to over-boil at any moment. Festering resentments about the injustices of the world, are taken out on innocent targets, as some kind of bloodletting.

    The Manchester Arena bombing is awful, but so was the Bataclan theatre attack; so were all the attacks. This Wikipedia page lists the suicide bombings in Iraq in a single year – there’s at least one nearly every single day.

    It’s worth being reminded of this simple repeating cycle:

    Bombing cycle

    Am I being insensitive to the victims of the Manchester Arena bombing, given how recent it is? Perhaps my words should be condolences and condemnations. Certainly, the death of innocent children is sad; certainly, I condemn bombing as an act of indiscriminate killing.

    I hope every British and American citizen of voting age remembers the 2003 invasion of Iraq. “Operation Iraqi Freedom” was fought in your name and mine, and every drop of innocent blood that was spilled is on our hands. We cut of the head off the snake in the name of regime change and in the process we unleashed Hell. We toppled so-called tyrants, but created a wave of suicide bombings, internecine strife, civil wars and a refugee crisis bigger than any in history. This is what we should remember, in conjunction with innocent lives lost on our own soil.

    I am sorry for the victims and their families, of the Manchester Arena bombing, but anybody who is looking to lay blame with the mentall ill, white supremacists or radical Islamists, should consider the foreign policy of their nation; our armed forces’ conduct abroad; the dead Iraqi and Syrian children, killed by allied bombs, who far outnumber last night’s dead.

    The overused “thoughts and prayers” line is increasingly coupled with some claptrap about “our values” being under attack. It’s utter bullshit. Jingoistic, nationalistic, patriotic rubbish is combined with false nostalgia for the glory of war and the bravery of soldiers. There’s nothing brave or glorious about killing somebody with a Hellfire missile, 7,000 miles away from the target, sat in a comfortable office chair operating a joystick in an air-conditioned building.

    If you really care about what happened last night, why don’t you take in some refugees? – let them live with you; help them rebuild their shattered lives. If you hate the perpetrators of terrorism so much, why don’t you go and join the Kurdish forces in Northern Syria, fighting Daesh (Islamic State)? – you can offer to fight with them on their Facebook page.

    No? Didn’t think so.

     

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  • The Egotism of Suicide

    This is a story about grand gestures…

    Memorial Flowers

    Here’s the thing. You can reach the ripe old age of 52, father three children and generally be carrying on life completely unnoticed. You’re a nobody. You’re just making up the numbers. You can die of old age, and unless you’re somebody considered to be important, you won’t even make the obituary listings in your pathetic local rag of a newspaper. Most people live and die in total obscurity.

    The recent murder of 4 people and injury of 50 more, on Westminster Bridge and at the Houses of Parliament, must have been influenced – at least in some small way – by the fact that the murderer knew that there would be a huge amount of media coverage of his actions: publicity. Whether we call it a terrorist attack or a killing spree, is very important. Terrorism needs publicity. Terrorism needs the media to strike fear into our hearts.

    If it hadn’t been for the media, I might not have known about the events of Wednesday until she sent me this message showing the memorial flowers. There are deadly road traffic accidents, stabbings, shootings and people jumping under tubes and overground trains, every single day in London. Because of the scale and significance of the attack, at the seat of government, perhaps the word-of-mouth news would have circulated quicker, but the media made it their top news item for four or five days, maybe more.

    You may hate me for this, and think me detestable, but it plays heavily on my mind that these words that I write, even if they’re not read today, are very likely to be read if I prematurely end my life. I write with that in mind. I write about what’s driving me towards suicidal action. I write to leave a record of who I was, how I thought and what made me tick. I write to leave evidence, should anybody wish to investigate how a person who – to outward appearances – has nothing but opportunities, but yet could end up on the mortuary slab.

    ‘Depression’ is a cop-out of an answer. If you dig deeper, there isn’t some difference between my brain and yours. Measuring the levels of ‘happy’ chemicals in our brains cannot be said to be the symptom of a problem, or the problem itself. Yes, we know we can manipulate our brains to alter our moods, but we also know that non-chemical things alter our moods too: when our sports team win; when we see a loved one; when we eat our favourite food.

    There are so many variables to control for. The rich cry too. However, I refuse to accept that the cure for a condition that was identified in Ancient Greece – some 14,000 years ago – as melancholia, has to be pills, and not the freedom to escape from the confines of this crazy society.

    It might piss you off to think that part of me wants to die, so that some attention is drawn to all the things I’ve been writing about; so that some questions are asked about why it happened.

    I’d never go on a killing spree, but I wonder if dying for a single identifiable cause makes it easier for the public to understand. What would I choose? Anti-capitalism? Socialism? Wealth inequality? The difficulty of the choice is perhaps part of the reason why I’m still here today, writing, rather than having made my grand final gesture.

    A friend made a couple of trips up to London to see me when we were both feeling really glum. I hope he doesn’t mind me sharing – anonymously – that he’d tried to take his own life a couple of times. An old friend I had fallen out with came to see me in hospital, which was a nice surprise. My two friends who I’ve seen most regularly since returning to the capital, visited me in hospital. I have a friend who I got to know through my blog, who has been incredibly supportive and loyal and has gone to great lengths to keep me alive. I have a girlfriend who has slowly and naïvely unearthed the multiple additional issues that often accompany bipolar disorder, but she has worked hard to keep an open mind, be forgiving and kind, and be incredibly supportive. There are a handful of other people whose path I’ve crossed in London who care enough to help if I was in trouble. In Portishead, Killavullen, Bournemouth & Poole, Weymouth, Abingdon, Nottingham, Newcastle and perhaps even in Hythe, Woking, Biggleswade, Milan, Wimborne and Worcester, I think there are people who know me and care about me and would be upset by my departure from this Earthly realm.

    Does it keep me glued in place, knowing the pain it’ll cause so many people if I come unstuck? No, I’m sorry to say that it just adds a kind of guilt… a weight of responsibility.

    People have their own problems and busy lives, but the stuff that makes the difference is when somebody says they’ll help; even just opening my post. Even just sitting with me while I place an advert for a new flatmate. Even just getting me out of bed in the morning so I can make an 8am hospital appointment. It’s rather childish and immature, to have to be babied and receive such hands-on care, but I’ve reached a point where I’ve lost all hope. I have no belief that there’s any way out of this sticky situation I’m in. Things could be so much different if somebody just sat with me and answered my phone, and when it’s HSBC ringing me back about a bridging loan, they can hand me the phone and we can see if we can get that sorted.That would completely change my optimism about the future, if I had adequate runway to get to the point where I’m consulting again.

    My head’s gone down. I’ve given up somewhat. I actually gave up fairly prematurely, and without much of a fight, on the face of it, but I’d had a long exhausting stressful wait with very little to do over the festive period, with regards to marketing my consultancy talents.

    I’ve had a couple of kind offers from people to get me out of London and get me earning some cash elsewhere, but I’m so trapped by tenancy agreements, plus I’m in love with her and can’t stand the thought of only seeing her at weekends and stuff. Fuck knows. It’s a big shit sandwich, and I’ve got to take a great big bite.

    You know, I’m TechStars accelerator alumni. I could leverage my network. I’ve got 500+ LinkedIn connections. What the hell am I worrying about? Well, I’ve got an MRI on my ankle/foot on Wednesday morning. I’ve got to go back to the Renal High Dependency Unit straight after that. I’m still pretty drugged up and in pain. I don’t want another false start like I had with Lloyds. That was heartbreaking.

    With the complexity of it all; the challenges that lie ahead; the cashflow projections that look terrible; the sheer number of pissy little jobs that need to be done, there’s a voice that loudly and clearly says “why fucking bother?”. That voice says “you’ve had all this stress before, and it’s gotten you nowhere. You’re back where you started. Why don’t you just give up?”. That voice says “take some pills and never wake up”. That voice says “cut your carotid artery and that’ll be the end of it: no more struggle, no more strife, no more stress”.

    I have to admit, that voice is one of the most reasoned and intelligent I’ve heard.

     

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  • Do You Feel Safe Now?

    This is a story about the right to bear arms…

    Police horse

    Defence budgets are soaring. The UK is spending £205 billion to upgrade the nuclear deterrent. The annual NHS budget is half that amount. We could give the NHS an extra £350 million per week, for over 11 years, instead of spending our money on weapons of mass destruction.

    There are two vans full of armed police parked outside Canary Wharf station, every single working day. I pass them on my way to work. Now, there are also mounted police.

    Our foreign policies are abhorrent. The rhetoric used by politicians and the media has whipped up a frenzy of nationalism, xenophobia, bigotry and racism. I used to be proud that Britain was a diverse and inclusive nation, but now I’m embarrassed to discover that there is a marginal majority who have this crazy idea about raising the drawbridge and lowering the portcullis: fortress England.

    I saw a meme the other day that asked what the hell is wrong with you if you’re so afraid of ISIS that you’re not prepared to grant asylum to women & children who are fleeing ISIS. It’s a damn good point well made.

    The great success that is hidden in the decline of the British empire, is that we managed to leave things in relatively good order. The partition of India and Pakistan was mostly successful, except for one stupid idiot who had no idea about the Kashmir region, but drew the border anyway. Britain is still on good terms with both India and Pakistan and I have no problem getting a visa to visit either country. I’ve been to India many times and they’ve embraced English as an official language. The railway system and a lot of other bureaucratic systems are run exactly as they were under British rule.

    Again, when Britain left the Middle East, Gulf States and North Africa, after World War II, it was a masterclass in diplomacy and how to divide and rule areas that would otherwise be torn apart by internecine strife. Yes, it’s true that dictators were installed. However, before the Gulf War, there was a thriving middle class and excellent infrastructure, not only in Iraq but throughout the whole Middle East. The standard of living in Libya was amazing. Bashar al-Assad brought the Internet to Syria in the mid-nineties, and Assad was somebody who the British had excellent diplomatic ties with: he was one of our best friends in the region.

    Britain’s policy had always been to rule through diplomacy and bureaucracy. Britain’s policy was not one of invasion, conquest, occupation, arms races and domination through sheer military might. The reason Britain had a huge empire is because we are a mercantile nation, who negotiated many trade deals and established much of the flow of goods over land and sea that we see today. Britain didn’t want war. Britain wanted to be friends with everybody, so they could trade with the world.

    Now, with the American ‘shock and awe’ tactics, with SCUD missiles raining down on innocent civilians from hundreds of miles away, with no warning, we’re fucking hated. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine not even hearing the approach of an aircraft, seeing the falling bomb and having a second to duck and cover? Can you imagine you’re sitting there watching TV, and the next thing you know your house is rubble and your whole family have been killed or maimed?

    The American occupation, or simply their military presence, in the Middle East was highly offensive and threatening. America likes to flex its military muscle. America likes to boast about its cutting-edge ‘defence’ technology… which we all know means offensive weapons.

    Where’s the fucking bravery of warfare, if you’re controlling a drone from some air-conditioned office type place, in a building in America, blowing up people in a country thousands of miles away? How that fuck is that being a brave soldier?

    And so, we saw the birth of asymmetrical and guerrilla warfare. What we call insurgency is simply the only way that the occupied nations stand any chance of fighting back against the invading forces. The people who we call insurgents are really freedom fighters: fighting for the freedom from invasion and occupation by the country with the world’s largest ‘defence’ budget – America.

    I’m going to keep putting ‘defence’ inside inverted commas like that, because it’s not fucking defence. Those weapons get used for offensive purposes far more than for defensive purposes.

    The top selling guns in America are hand guns. The top gun retailer is Walmart… we know them as ASDA supermarket in the UK. The top selling bullets are rounds that go in hand guns. What the actual fuck? Surely 1 bullet equals 1 dead person, if you’re using a hand gun. I can’t imagine that anybody goes hunting deer with a hand gun, can you?

    This culture of fetishising deadly weapons – brandishing them and carrying them on the public streets – has become ubiquitous. Giving guns to every ordinary policemen and women. Encouraging people to own a gun at home and introducing laws like stand-your-ground have caused a massive spike in the number of guns and bullets sold, and the number of people who are killed in shootings.

    My fear is that Britain moves closer and closer to the American model of foreign and domestic policy.

    I would hate it if our police were all armed with guns. No policeman should be judge, jury and executioner. I would hate it if private citizens were allowed to own handguns, which serve no purpose other than to shoot people. The self defence argument crumbles to dust if you can keep guns out of everybody’s hands. I would bet you that 99 out of 100 burglaries in the UK are committed by people who are not carrying guns.

    The more the rhetoric and the hate ramps up, and the more our strong historical positive diplomatic relationships with many leaders in the Middle East deteriorate, as well as the whole region descending into a chaotic power struggle, the more that Britain becomes a proxy target for the many many people who hate America, because America killed their children, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, parents, cousins, friends and countless other innocent victims of cowardly missile, bomb and drone strikes.

    “Don’t shoot until you can see the whites of their eyes” they used to say. Soldiers used to have to live with the horror of knowing they’d taken the life of another human being. Now, your drone controller hops in his car and drives home to his family, at the end of his shift. He has no idea what kind of carnage and destruction was unleashed in the aftermath of his drone strike. He has no idea whether the intelligence was correct, or if he just murdered a bunch of innocent people.

    The American way of doing things is not making me feel safe. Donald Trump does not make me feel safe. Border controls and slamming the door in the face of people fleeing persecution and war, does not make me feel safe. Dropping bombs on Syria does not make me feel safe. The ‘special relationship’ with America does not make me feel safe.

    We belong to Europe, and we owe it to our former colonies to maintain peace and stability. We are fucking up two of our greatest postwar achievements, and letting America ruin world peace.

    I don’t feel safe.

     

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  • 9/11, Thought Police and Terrorism

    This is a story about bravery…

    NYPD

    How do terrorists win? By spreading terror. There’s a video going round on the Internet of a prankster in Arab head-dress throwing a black duffel bag at people and shouting “Allahu Akbar!”. His unwitting victims run for their lives. For me, this is anecdotal evidence that the terrorists are winning.

    I tend to be a little irreverent and it’s easy to miss my satire or irony sometimes, but I’m disappointed when people act as thought police, and act with more offence than is strictly justified by their personal involvement with a tragedy. Taking up the position of moral outrage is simply thought policing, when no outrage is warranted.

    When I write about terrorism on 9/11 or 7/7, I’m always mindful that family members, friends or work colleagues of people who lost somebody during those attacks, might be offended. However, there are billions of Netizens and the chance of somebody directly affected reading my stuff is negligible. It’s in the greater public interest that I should discuss the terror that obviously affects so many, instead of self-censoring because of the tiny risk that anybody might take legitimate offence.

    Having grown up in the UK, from 1979 to present, I lived through the IRA’s bombing campaign. Far more people died in 1985 through 1995 than in recent years, including 2001. I used to work near the Baltic Exchange and I live and work in Canary Wharf. Both of these places were blown up by IRA bombs.

    Deaths by terrorism

    So am I Irelandophobic? Am I afraid that every Irishman I meet is a terrorist? Do I detest the Irish, because they all carry some collective responsibility for the actions of a small handful of their fellow countrymen? No. Of course not. Some of my best friends are Irish. The Irish have shown me nothing but love.

    Being brave doesn’t mean dropping bombs on people from 30,000ft, safe in the cockpit of your $350 million fighter jet. Being brave doesn’t mean killing civilians in a drone strike, pushing buttons on your joystick, watching everything remotely on a TV screen. Being brave doesn’t mean being racially abusive – “build a wall” and “send them home” – while you teach your kids to fear and reject people who look different, and are from a different culture.

    Being brave certainly doesn’t involve shutting down people who appear to be desecrating the memory of the dead.

    If we’re going to move forward as a race, we’ve got to get over this whole “your tribe killed somebody from my tribe” bullshit. A couple of days ago there was great offence taken at a stag party taking selfies at Ground Zero. Hey! Guess what? Nearly every inch of the globe has had human blood spilt on it at some point, at the hands of another human. Get over it.

    We need to move beyond the “brown/black/Irish kills privileged white shocker!” type headline trolling. There are underprivileged people who get killed in gang shootings and knifings every day here in London, but it never makes the national news. If you’re not white caucasian and you’re poor, attacks that are not overtly religiously motivated just aren’t news outside London. However, a bunch of whites appear to be mocking some other whites, and that’s global news? What the fuck is that all about?

    An estimated 675 people have been shot and killed by police in the USA this year so far. There were 990 last year. If we say that in the 15 years since 9/11, on average 700 people have been killed by police each year, then over 10,000 people have died at the hands of the police. America, you had fewer than 3,000 killed in 9/11, but you’ve killed more than 3 times as many since then, just with your cops.

    Grief is a kind of hobby. “You just can’t say this stuff today… people are grieving” I hear you say. Well, who’s grieving for those 10,000 people who got gunned down by cops? When is the day that you grieve for them?

    Lest we forget.

    Well you did forget, didn’t you? You forgot that being afraid of black and brown people means that terrorism is winning. Terrorism affects your life. Terrorism is something you’re afraid of, so the terrorists have successfully created terror. The terrorists have won.

    You forgot that the biggest threat to your life is not terrorism, but guns in the hands of your fellow Americans. Toddlers kill more Americans than terrorists do.

    Maybe I have no right to contribute to this debate, because I’m not American. However, Donald Trump waded in on the side of Brexit, and the UK has suffered a huge upsurge in racially abusive attacks on our own people, as a result of the referendum result. In a little under two months, the presidential election could possibly elect a racist into office, and cause a further wave of abuse and attacks.

    Europe is a more dangerous place when anti-Islamic sentiment is allowed to foment. Europe suffers the consequences for America’s rhetoric. The UK becomes a proxy target for anti-American attacks, when the phoney war on Islam is perpetuated.

    Terrorism is just a phoney distraction. So few people are dying in terrorist attacks that it shouldn’t even get any media attention. It’s not relevant. It’s counterproductive to spread terror for the terrorists.

    I’m expecting to get shot down in a big way, for any number of reasons, in writing this piece. I’m not trying to be deliberately offensive. I’m not being insensitive. If you lost your mom in 9/11, I’m sorry, but I really don’t think you personally know anybody who lost their life on that day. 0.0001% of the population were killed.

    There were 372 mass shootings in the US in 2015. I should be far more worried about an American with a gun than an Arab with a bomb.

    If we use this day for anything, perhaps it should be to reflect on how well the British and the Irish generally get along today. If ever there’s an example of putting terrorism behind us, it must surely follow this model. I love the Irish. I don’t see us as different. We were all Europeans, until Donald bloody Trump wandered into our debate and we voted to leave the EU.

    The brave thing to do is to act irreverently. Don’t allow the terrorists and the thought police to disseminate fear and mistrust.

     

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  • A Londoner’s Perspective on 7/7

    This is a story about terrorism…

    London Sunset

    Do we take stability for granted? In actual fact, I think we do a remarkable job of Keeping Calm and Carrying On, in the face of the threat of violence.

    I often think about Britain’s role in my lifetime, as a diplomatic and tolerant nation. We made great strides in the Northern Irish peace process, and IRA bombings and bomb scares had almost faded from memory. We managed to protect Salman Rushdie, when he published the The Satanic Verses, while at the same time maintaining a good relationship with the Islamic world. Acts of terrorism, like the Pan Am bombing, were committed on British soil, but yet our nation never stumbled as a respected statesman in foreign affairs.

    However, perhaps our politicians took our position for granted.

    Entering into an illegal war against Iraq was just downright arrogant and stupid, on the basis of supposed intelligence that was never questioned within the corridors of power, despite the fact that the public were obviously not convinced by the outlandish claims.

    Surely nobody can deny the fact that Britain’s recent foreign policy has made our nation a target, rather than a safer place for our citizens. The war in Iraq was cited by the 7/7 bombers, as the reason for their attack. Our MPs voted to bomb Syria, further compounding a refugee crisis, and angering the Arab world. Then we held a referendum on leaving the EU, which threatens to derail the Northern Irish peace process as well as unleashing a tidal wave of racist hatred & intolerance.

    London needs to remember that Britain is a European nation, and Europe has land borders with the Middle East. We are not the USA, with a massive body of water – The Atlantic Ocean – that separates us from those who want to kill us.

    It’s OK for the USA to meddle in the affairs of Ireland, Europe and the Middle East, because they are the best part of 4,000 miles away. So long as the Arab parts of the Middle East don’t get intercontinental ballistic missiles with nuclear warheads, they’re more than happy for Britain to idiotically make itself unsafe in the process of protecting American interests.

    Our Irish neighbours who believe in the re-unification of their island under a single republic, can quite easily take a short ride on a car ferry and come and blow us up. Have we forgotten that? I can’t really tell you how my fellow Brits in Belfast feel, but I certainly don’t want to offend my friends in The Republic of Ireland, by making them feel like Britain is yet again becoming a viciously violent imperialist, at the expense of European peace.

    Britain has long had a tradition of multiculturalism, and offending our Muslim population seems unwise. We can’t deport people based on their religion. Many Muslims are second or third generation. They’re as British as you or I.

    The USA can send Israel guns, bombs, tanks and warplanes, in order to illegally occupy Palestine and oppress the Arab people. The USA can do this, because they are thousands of miles away, across vast oceans, from the vast swathe of the planet that they are committing atrocities against. Muslims are just 0.9% of the population of the USA. However, in England, 5% of the population follow the Muslim faith.

    Britain is in no position to act like the USA, in terms of foreign policy. Britain is in no position to make itself an enemy with its neighbours and its own citizens.

    Horrible racists like Donald Trump might talk about “the ban” on people of the Muslim faith, and this might even be sadly workable, because of the popularity of the policies in a predominantly isolated nation. However, Britain is an island trading nation, a multicultural society, and close to the great landmass of Europe, which borders Asia and the Middle East. We don’t have a Panama Canal to the south, and an Arctic wilderness to the North. People quite regularly swim across the English Channel.

    To use the language of the USA is ridiculous. We can’t talk of imposing our own brand of freedom on people, and riding around the world in war machines, blowing up whoever we like, and then acting all surprised and upset when a few people fight back.

    The UK has increased and increased its reckless stupidity with foreign policy that threatens the safety of every peaceful law-abiding citizen. I don’t want to live in a country where I have to be mistrustful of the Muslim community, the Irish community. I don’t want to go back to the days of bomb scares and terrorist attacks.

    Britain and London’s great success has been in welcoming visitors to our shores. I feel safer in a multicultural London, than I would in a sea of angry white faces, all chanting jingoistic racist nationalistic tosh, at the expense of national security.

    You can’t use violence and aggression to bring peace. All that warmongering foreign policy, and racist domestic policy, will accomplish, is to alienate the many cultures who had previously felt at home in Britain, and turn ourselves into a proxy target for those who seek to hurt the imperialists that oppress them.

    Having Tony Blair as Middle East peace envoy was a dreadful insult to the Arab world. What on earth is Britain doing, other than painting a big target on its back?

     

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  • Get Your Facts Straight

    This is a story about the spread of lies and misinformation…

    UNESCO World Heritage Site

    Wealth does not trickle down, but information does. If you pass off lies as if they were facts, they will spread and people will start to believe complete rubbish. Journalists need to check their facts. So should we, if we are going to broadcast things all over social media and to our friends and family.

    I was disappointed by the number of my friends sharing a story about an ambulance “packed with explosives” at the Germany vs. Netherlands football game that was called off last night. I think it is little co-incidence that these were the same friends sharing stories about what a successful air strike the French had made against “ISIS” the day after the Paris attacks. From what I could see, it was an air strike against the sovereign nation of Syria. Strikes against a nation without declaring war on them is illegal, or so I thought? Perhaps it’s me who is confused.

    So, what the heck is going on in the world? My friends and family have been turned against me, with rumours being spread about my mental health, alcohol and drug issues. If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, or see some evidence, why would you believe those who would seek to damage? What is the ulterior motive, when we are being told that a group of people or an individual is “evil” and needs to be excluded, wiped out… they are dehumanised.

    What does this kind of infighting really achieve? Aren’t we all the same, under our clothes? Don’t we all bleed red? Don’t we all feel pain when you hurt us? Don’t we all have fear when you threaten us? Don’t we all cry when you isolate and exclude us?

    What’s the point in spreading lies, misinformed rubbish that’s based on complete ignorance? What are you hoping that it will do? It certainly won’t make anybody think you’re a better person. It certainly won’t advance humanity, civilisation. It won’t protect you and your children and your grandchildren.

    Objection

    Yes, I think that fundamentally, people are playing on the fears that you naturally have as a parent. You want to defend the genetic material that you have managed to replicate into another bag of DNA… your children and grandchildren. You will happily kill if it means that more copies of your DNA get to be reproduced. It’s the selfish gene in action.

    However, you have higher brain functions. Society and the advancement of the human race now means that we have written language and a body of historical literature that we can learn from. We can look at what has happened with countless empires and see that the same mistakes get repeated over & over again. Human nature includes animal nature, and that most basic nature is to fight and fuck and try and pass on your genes.

    Do you think you could rise above the level of a mosquito, just for a minute?

    Stop sucking blood and fighting and fucking. That’s what animals do.

    Yes, you’re an animal, but you also have the gift of consciousness, which means that you’re self aware, and you can self-direct your actions based on the evaluation of more than whether you are horny or hungry. Yes, you might still be horny and hungry, but you can also be considerate and kind and thoughtful. You can surely see the physical manifestation of immorality in the world? Does “thou shalt not kill” apply to you?

    So, I’m not religious, but at least religion preaches a code of morality. I have morals even though I don’t worship any god(s). I believe in certain things that have been attributed to a 2,000 year old man who was supposedly called Jesus Christ… but I’m not a Christian.

    Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Does that ring any bells? Guns and bombs are like stones, that we are raining down on the heads of many of our fellow human beings fairly indiscriminately. That’s immoral.

    You cannot let things that are going on in the world sit comfortably on your conscience, unless you’re some sort of psychopath. Look at the huge number of refugees fleeing illegal wars. You help to support the kind of horrific barbaric behaviour that is causing this human suffering. If you’re thinking “what can I do?” or “it’s nothing to do with me” you are an ignoramus. You are a horrible person.

    Your kids and grandkids have got to grow up on this polluted war-torn rock. If you’re teaching them that it’s OK to sit idly by while people are killed, or worse, you are promoting killing and illegal war, you are immoral and you are destroying the world. You don’t deserve to be teaching your children and grandkids vile views that will perpetuate the cycle of hatred and violence.

    An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind.

    That is all.

    Why?

    Frankie: “Why, daddy? Why do the horrible people do it? I just want to eat cat food and play with a ball of string and sleep in the sunshine” (June 2007)

     

     

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  • An Appeal to Reason

    This is a story about good vs. evil…

    Paris Mon Amour

    Ten days ago I made a video declaring my solidarity with my Parisian brothers & sisters. I never could have imagined what would happen next. We are all shocked and saddened by the barbarity of humanity, when pushed to extremes. It’s hard to understand how or why people would act like that.

    A week ago I conducted a kind of experiment, where I attempted to empathise (NOTE: not sympathise) with the mindset of a person who would be driven to extreme behaviour. I was disappointed with the response. People just didn’t seem to share my concerns. An Evening Standard journalist rang me up for comment, and he actually thought it was funny.

    I was moved to see thousands Parisians out on the street, ignoring the curfew, and united under a banner that read “Not Afraid“. This kind of solidarity and non-violent protest against the rise and rise of terror shows that humans can collectively beat barbaric behaviour. I include war in this statement, as I don’t believe that you can shoot and bomb people into submission, either as an act of terrorism OR an act of war. It just doesn’t work.

    As I have been urging in a series of blog posts, I beg people to act in nonviolent protest, and to demand that our politicians don’t carry out acts of war in our name. War is the fuel for the fire of hatred, terrorism, extremism, pain, destruction.

    I know that the French people are reeling from the attack, and it must be unimaginably hard to cope with something so horrible happening to your family, friends and fellow French people. I’m so sorry, as a human, that some of my fellow humans are so barbaric.

    I don’t think that warfare is the right response.

    That is all.

     

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  • Existential Crisis

    This is a story about intrusive thoughts…

    Bipolar Memory

    I’ve never been able to find the ‘off‘ button for my brain or my mouth. That’s a problem.

    I also have a rather photographic memory, and can construct well reasoned arguments based on evidence. Most people just tend to go with their gut feeling, and are happy to be wrong about things, because what they want to be true feels more natural to them. Being wrong is also great if you want to carry on living your decadent hedonistic life in ignorant bliss of the suffering that it causes to other people.

    Sadly, if you have a rational, logical brain, good memory and you have collected a lot of varied experiences from around the world, so that you can compare and contrast everything that you see and integrate it into a ‘big picture‘ then you have a limited tolerance for small minded people.

    Yes, this is extremely condescending. Sorry about that.

    So, fundamentally, I lost my job went homeless and wailed at the moon because of an existential crisis. The first thing I did when I got back to London was to sign up for a Philosophy course. I feel that I have died a thousand deaths, and I fear not one more. My priorities in life are a little different from yours.

    The bottom line is this: all this talk of ending war & poverty is hot air. Many years have passed since the so-called ‘enlightenment‘ and we are still allowing evil deeds to be committed in our name. You cannot fight for peace, just like you cannot fuck for virginity.

    The war on terror is terrorism. Look at the faces of refugees fleeing the illegal wars in the Middle East. They are terrified.

    That is all.

     

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  • Lost Property #notanonymous

    This is a story about some bags I lost…

    X Marks the Spot

    I think I might have accidentally left some bags unattended on the underground. When I was riding the tube around London, distributing free colourful cardboard stars, during rush hour on Bonfire Night, November 5th 2015, I think I may have been a little distracted by the fact that I had lost my job. I also haven’t been taking my medication. Oops.

    I’ve made this little map, to show where I went with my bags, while distributing free colourful cardboard stars. I have put a star on the map to indicate where I think I might have lost each of the bags. The tube stations were pretty busy at rush hour, so I’m sure lots of people went right by my unattended bags, but whether they picked them up and took them to lost property I don’t know yet.

    I’m so pleased that there wasn’t any disruption caused by me leaving my bags unattended. I know that unattended bags are something that we need to be vigilant of, as Londoners, during a time when we are dropping bombs on Syrians and causing a major refugee crisis. I know that bags on mass transit are something we should be worried about when planes are being blown up in Egypt.

    Luckily, in this instance, the bags were totally safe. Nothing to worry about.

    Stay safe, London.

     

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