Until we stop ‘hunting for bigots’ and can start to have proper discussions of the institutional nature of racism and its relation to power, and especially the primary props of State power and inequities of capital, actions taken will be ineffective and in fact will contribute to oppression, in UK cities to the USA to Palestine and beyond.
The supposedly liberal outrage at inherent “racists” as if we have to find only those pure souls for The Labour Party without a ‘racist bone’ is ascientific and privileges the white liberally educated. Ultimately, it is itself racist.
We see few better illustrations of the centrist and right tendency to enable fascism by perpetuating oppression than the bull-in-a-china-shop approach to anti-Semitism of the supporters of the Labour Party organisations where the current Israel government has most influence.
If you want to find bigotry and prejudice, and you are capable of questioning yourself, you’ll find it within you and without you. It’s probably there in your perception of white van man, your views on benefits, your most laissez faire attitudes to redistribution of wealth, the demographics of your friends, and those implicit attitudes you’ve never bothered to uncover about the minorities you have least interest in finding out about.
What do we hope to find? The racism gene?! Education not witch-hunts and education for YOU (me) first of all.
- I know what happens at their dinner parties. I know what they talk about. And I know your life.
– You do !NOT! know my life.
– So true. I misspoke. I only know how you appear to spend your days.
Unconscious. I assess who, from appearances, may likely betray who at which point. I do not know the intricacies of past moments and future scenes that will make heroes and villains.
Three shrink away from the door and another does not. Who though? Depends on the door. My mind… full of doors. And doors within doors. Doors in the ceiling. Doors in the floor. Anyone could open a door and you never quite know just who might walk in. Horror of horrors… are they dressed for the occasion?
Compassion is not enough. Psychology is not enough. Not even the finest politics. And religion? Least of all. But myth! Myth is transformative, in the right hands.
Who would give themselves to make the future better? Heroic sacrifice could come from anyone, perhaps. What does it mean, though, to sacrifice? It may be bravery or cowardice to give up one’s life. Jesus was, after all, an ape. What example do we mimics set?
I know this. That the least gave up what they found to be most precious. I poured and drank. How much ritual, reciprocity, and desire?
Time is precious too. I thank you. There is much to speak of regarding Time and tension, if only we-
There is close association between the American atheist and skeptic movements. Tensions between progressives and everyone else, especially atheist economic Libertarians, have exploded over the last three years, after a number of high profile incidents at conventions involving thoughtless casual misogyny, harrassment, and even rape. An alarming, very ugly, anti-feminist backlash has emerged centred around a handful of well known figures on either side of the rift and two websites. The only person you will probably know is the blithely privileged and ever more reactionary Richard Dawkins.
As for the web, Freethoughtblogs.com is an illuminating site. Slymepit.com not so much. Here you will find links, human and hyper-, to Breitbart, Donald Trump’s favourite news source. I’ll leave it to you to work out where SJW gained popularity.
There is further overlap between anti-feminist gamers and anti-feminist atheists. Gamergate, which was a non-scandal aimed at silencing and shaming females in the gaming world, further popularised the use of “SJW”.
A little glimpse into the online festering of American middle class prejudice that has exploded into public consciousness via Trump.
I miss the good old days. The glory of the sea, when men were fish and women were lady fish. Not Angler Fish. The female is a huge predator and the male is a tiny parasite whose testicles are absorbed into her body as he becomes a lifelong sperm factory. She can accommodate several males in this way, in ostentatious mockery of the sanctity of Western marriage.
Not Sea Horses either. Manly, normal fish, like Bass and Trout and the magnificent Salmon. I regularly swim several feet the wrong way up the white water rapids in Lea Valley, because that is what women want. Stamina. Admittedly, I don’t literally do this, but if you have ever been forced to send thousands of online messages complimenting a woman on her breasts before one bites, you’ll understand the principle remains intact.
Men these days are expected to be completely unnatural. When we lived in caves, all a man had to do was catch bison with his teeth, ignore the kids, and complement the women folk on their crocheted Peter Rabbit nose warmers. I for one am sick of pretending I care about crocheted Peter Rabbit nose warmers. How did I end up with this simpering doormat? I’m expected to show an interest in Sebastian’s awful finger paintings too. What happened to real women who would agree to leave their kids in the forest to fend for themselves in true Spartan fashion?
It was much simpler when I was head boy at St Edna’s*. The women would cook all our meals and no-one told us we couldn’t play rugby. In fact, we weren’t allowed not to. I was not the biggest child, but thanks to boys being allowed to be boys, I spent many happy hours in the infirmary as Nurse Lovett, a female doing natural female work, read me Enid Blyton stories.
My mother only let me read those silly stories of animals in waistcoats until I was eleven. Then she gave my entire collection to a charity shop in the village. It was time to be a man.
All of this serves to illustrate my central point. Women are whores who should never be in any position of authority.
*Miles was never head boy at his boarding school – Ed.
Try giving this post the angry emoticon. Unless you are a breastfeeding keep your tits in Hitler was right about one thing. British values. Poor Jayda. Can’t stand em. moslems moslems moslems do you have to do it in public? Breast milk is free. You sell baby food. From the industrial revolution to good old Maggie sinking the Belgrano and beyond lefty scum wining bloody remoaners, tits have gone out of fashion. Not Civilised. Get back in the kitchen. 1950s was the time. Good old keep em in your blouse no blacks and buy Buy Buy babyfood.
Then the Krays. In my day we was safer. Two fifties and straight to the seventies. Proper gentlemen, rape your arse, and change for five bob. Oi that’s my watch. But I bought-
Crackle crackle burning flesh.
Counterculture and feminism bloody feminism. Cultural Marxism more like. What’s all these breastfeeding articles and Marxism crap in me feed. Feed me mama. Behold the rise of the human billboard. That’s you mate. Breast milk is free. Keep yer tits in.
The new ellipsis moslems moslems moslems
You are free to sell baby food, to eat baby food, only what baby likes. Don’t like this.
Why do you think that? You don’t. think
you’re so clever and classless and free
admit it you fucked up. When will you accept yourself. Smart animal not as smart as he thinks. In the instructions go. Out the advert comes. Baby food.
Breast milk is free. You will shit babyfood adverts. You’re so free. You’ve taken back control. This is Control. We can’t market breast milk. You hate breastfeeding in public. Puts you off your baby food.
Think of privilege as power. You have power, and the ethics of power are: give it away, let it flow.
Empowerment of course. One can easily think, when others have so much more or appear to have so much more, “I am weak.” A man who lost so much, through no fault but fate, might subliminally resist full acceptance of the fact that in some contexts fate favours him. Fate though, is not cruel, nor a person at all.
Privilege is the power to do with greater freedom. What a dull relationship where we only look for what we have in common. Who would grow? Vive la difference.
How conscious the clothes? Unzippable. Bait, eventually, gets boring, though. I’m honest about what I want and who I am, I think. You seem to be genuine. This all seems organic. But then the man said “Tits and Socialism” and the piece was created.
So much positive but how can I, erratic, know we are at least on the same page?
New brooms scrub where others might not be able to penetrate. We are/are not talking about stone, and so there will be soreness, rawness exposed. I find these days I face myself, male, what misogyny remains, and the changes seem to be for the better. There are, though, no guarantees.
So how do you go through hundreds of thousands of social media accounts with a handful of staff? Answer: You don’t. You pay SEOs/Social media companies for the information.
On facebook, members have expressed fear, anxiety, and have even been suicidal. People under the most pressure from the Tories already. Junior doctors, nurses, the disabled, Union leaders. The anguished thought, taking many forms, is ‘How can our comrades do this to us?’
Sitting with their spreadsheets in Labour HQ, no doubt depressed by columns of invective and swearing without context, our comrades see only the back end of the elephant.
The Owen Smith team are right in a way. Almost everyone is an entryist. There are few “pure” Socialists, if any, because our code is inherently compromised. The solutions are radical: Firstly we must reach out to Johanna Baxter and co. Be part of their Social Media. Show them what is happening, and how it is impacting most greatly on the most vulnerable of us. Secondly, we must not be afraid of a building and a name. “Compliance” is branding, a label that hides the doubts and fears of the individuals. Pull back the curtain and…
The third prong is all embracing: The ends cannot justify the means. There is only the present moment. Mindfulness and ethical compassion must be our reality. Kindness in the here and now. I fail, they fail, you fail too. We have aims and values as a collective. The only way to get closer to our goals is to forgive.
Yet without the punishing stick how can we learn to avoid straying into our grievances and stratagems? That too must be, in fact, a kindness. In a political party dedicated to Socialism, what takes us from our goal is desire to accumulate wealth and possessions. We see others as objects, as “Other”. We want to possess and exploit others. This is the Kool-Aid in our system.
There is nothing more radical than compassion, love, the revolution in the head.
The only basis then for exclusion should be inability to show compassion on the basis of psychological testing by the qualified, and perhaps only where Dark traits have been identified as greatly compromising the party’s goal of Socialism. To get back on the road to Socialism, we cannot seek to be an exclusionary party. The culture must change.
Paternalism and deference in the Party must be addressed. The caring professions are where we tend to find our most empathic souls. In music, art, beauty, nursing, teaching, therapy, and charity. Right now (I am writing this in the hour before the dawn), if compassion grows anywhere you will find it for sure in the beds of carers, doctors, and many of those amongst us with mental health problems. If we can sleep at all.
Love is natural to us and so there is, always, hope.
Warning. Contains trolls, misogyny, death threats, verbal abuse, spiders, Morrissey.
When I was a kid I watched a lot of B movies. One scene from one movie stuck in my mind.
“Why don’t you show yourselves?” is the challenge from a human.
A spider scuttles by. Instinctively, the human squashes it with his foot.
“Why did you kill that creature?” asks the disembodied voice of the alien.
They engage in a thoughtful dialogue about disgust and otherness. Hell is the other.
“You would find us just as strange. You would fear our form. That is why we remain hidden.”
There is a moral duty some may recognise. It is the duty to investigate, not to reject. To understand, not to revile. To take on our superficial instincts. It is a collective moral duty. The only punishment for failure falls upon the human race.
A socially inept 25 year old white male, effectively a recluse. I think it is uncontroversial to say that such a person requires help. What is his personality disorder? Is he on the autism spectrum?
The isolated 25 year old sends out vile abuse and death threats to a campaigning feminist and a female MP using the only power he has. He has the internet and he has his maleness.
The feminist campaigner suffers especially greatly. The pressure of the verbal abuse and threats she receives is traumatic.
The troll goes to jail. Socially inept, reclusive. What “friends” does he make?
He comes out of prison. He now feels he belongs, he has friends… those friends are neo-nazis. Are you surprised? Was it his duty to resist? Is it not our duty to make sure he wasn’t put there to begin with? Are we going to throw him back?
He is now 28. He sends out more vile abuse. Again to a female MP. He is arrested and many are glad.
I am not glad. No-one has been helped here. There is no efficiency in any respect in the process. All that happens is that the status quo is preserved. The materially powerful have their power reinforced. The whole thing not only perpetuates but drives inequality.
His name is John Nimmo. Who cares about this bug?
“White males have all the power”. A million times no. Some white males have most of the power. Being white and male are privileges, great social advantages, but it is only the superficial, the prejudiced, would think those traits outweigh the disadvantages of being a bug, squashable, an “example”, maladjusted, unloveable.
Imagine division to a new order meant you were a protest singer. I can laugh about antichrist now, relax and let your mind float on down the stream… It is not dying. Get out of the new one if you can’t lend a hanD – in the beginning. Don’t ask for mine. GOT TO GET YOU INTO MY LIFE…
“Think tanks should take drugs”.Fixing a hole. What have we learned? Consent. Feminism. The rest is beyond your command.
And as the old road rapidly fades, peel back the woodchip, Idiot Wind. Don’t ask for mine. I’d Love To Turn You On.
Broken bicycle and abandoned station. In the beginning…