Monday, April 8, 2019
Old Bob Dylan Song Gets a Rewrite (For Our Times)
come politicians and industrialists
it’s time that you all began to admit
so much you have done hasn’t helped us a bit
and there ain’t no use in denyin’
you’ve sunk us all deeper and deeper in shit
for the climate is a-changin’
young people, school strikers, take it to the max
for none can afford to sit back and relax
as those with the wealth they falsify facts
while their taxes they are avoidin’
it’s time to undo the way things are stacked
for the climate is a-changin’
come lovers of species so precious and rare
that will soon be extinct if we don’t start to care
for the planet we live on, its seas and its air
why can’t we all just start sharin’
without exploitation what’s left of what’s there
for the climate is a-changin’
come media people and BBC news
the time it is past for ‘exchanging views’
and tabloids that twist with the slickest of screws
it’s time you all started agreein’
our planet’s no longer a thing to abuse
for the climate is a-changin’
come folk who think your lives safe and secure
think technology will give us the cure
the affluent lifestyle’s not fit to endure
the changes we need to be makin’
and over-consumption must lose its allure
for the climate is a-changin’
bob said the line’s drawn, the curse it is cast
and he wasn’t kiddin’, it’s happening fast
diversity mustn’t slip into the past
our chances are rapidly fadin’
and anyone left will look back aghast
for the climate is a-changin’
Feel free to sing these words at Extinction Rebellion events and climate breakdown actions in general. If you reproduce them, give me a credit please. Richard Foreman - Wilful Misunderstandings. I need to sell my wares.
Monday, March 18, 2019
Keep Looking
I love to find old machinery that is in some advanced state of corrosion, having been abandoned or otherwise found itself deposited in the landscape. This was on a beach in north Norfolk. Use whatever digital doo-dahs you have at your disposal to magnify this picture. Look at the surfaces, the way they are flaking away in slow disintegration, and the colours: the blues, the ochres, the mauves... Humans pollute the surface of the earth in ways beyond number, but now and again, nature gets to work and makes our ugly deposits beautiful again. Doesn't mean we shouldn't try to rein in our monumental carelessness of course, but beauty is where you find it.
In 2017, street bollards in Romsey, Hampshire, began to suffer a strange affliction. They became intensely sensitive to low temperatures and began to lose all semblance of sturdiness as a result, cowering and shivering where they once stood proud on their paving stones. A civic emergency was declared and the town's knitters, crocheters and felters were co-opted en masse to deal with the crisis. Vast numbers of 'bollard-coseys' were created in a stunningly short period of time to protect these sensitive metal objects from weather extremes of any kind. Here you see one example.
Long time readers of this blog (come on, there must be at least one or two of you) will know that, some decades ago, I wrote the scripts for three issues of DC's 'Swamp Thing' comic. This is the closest I've come to encountering said character in what we laughingly know as 'Reality'. Its resemblance to the moss shrouded roots of a fallen tree in Pembrokeshire woodland is purely coincidental.
I mentioned the garden of my house in South Wales, where I lived until a few years ago, in the last blog. These came up for a short period every summer and were a glorious explosion when they did. I never managed to find out what they were (azaleas of some variety?) but this is about the clearest photo I ever managed to take, showing just one of the flower clusters.
We end where we began, in a way, with a human made object left to decay in a landscape, this time a wood near Brechfa, South Wales. Being plastic, it's probably still there, though this pic was taken in 2012. So it's just another bit of pollution, really, but I can't help imagining that the local tutelary spirits might enjoy a little sit there, as dusk turns to night, or at dawn, awaiting the sparkle of fresh dew in the early daylight.
'Bye for now.
In 2017, street bollards in Romsey, Hampshire, began to suffer a strange affliction. They became intensely sensitive to low temperatures and began to lose all semblance of sturdiness as a result, cowering and shivering where they once stood proud on their paving stones. A civic emergency was declared and the town's knitters, crocheters and felters were co-opted en masse to deal with the crisis. Vast numbers of 'bollard-coseys' were created in a stunningly short period of time to protect these sensitive metal objects from weather extremes of any kind. Here you see one example.
Long time readers of this blog (come on, there must be at least one or two of you) will know that, some decades ago, I wrote the scripts for three issues of DC's 'Swamp Thing' comic. This is the closest I've come to encountering said character in what we laughingly know as 'Reality'. Its resemblance to the moss shrouded roots of a fallen tree in Pembrokeshire woodland is purely coincidental.
I mentioned the garden of my house in South Wales, where I lived until a few years ago, in the last blog. These came up for a short period every summer and were a glorious explosion when they did. I never managed to find out what they were (azaleas of some variety?) but this is about the clearest photo I ever managed to take, showing just one of the flower clusters.
We end where we began, in a way, with a human made object left to decay in a landscape, this time a wood near Brechfa, South Wales. Being plastic, it's probably still there, though this pic was taken in 2012. So it's just another bit of pollution, really, but I can't help imagining that the local tutelary spirits might enjoy a little sit there, as dusk turns to night, or at dawn, awaiting the sparkle of fresh dew in the early daylight.
'Bye for now.
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Look At These
I can only identify this one from its context and date. It was sometime in 2011 and almost certainly in South Wales where I lived at that time. It doesn't matter. Waterfalls are waterfalls wherever they are. What brings me joy when I see this one is the skein of froth, the deep navy of the water above - a colour that turns to a toffee coloured brown as it falls. And the peculiar angle of the photo that makes the water at the bottom look like it's on a slope.
Here's a cluster of mombretias from my garden in that same year, with some ferns behind them. It was a lovely little garden, private and surrounded by high hedges. I can take no credit, that's the way it was when I found it. I just kept it tidy and watched things appear throughout the growing season. I love the spiky leaves, the way they cast out in so many directions, like a cartoon explosion, the flame of the flower heads glowing within.
Here's an ancient pathway, a shot taken in the mountainous area of northern Tenerife in 2013. I forget the name of the tribe that formed and used these paths, dwellers in this place long before the Spanish came - but given the state of much of Tenerife it was good to come across something so much more firmly grounded in the place. In Dorset where I live now, there are numerous 'hollow ways' that are not dissimilar. The mottled effect you are seeing on the level surface of the path is shadows from the surrounding trees, the white being direct sunshine pouring through the gaps.
How could anyone resist the invitation this tent offers, with its carefully tended little central flowerbed where strategically placed candles wait to be lit, circles of straw bales around the perimeter wait to be sat on and a guitar awaits the hands of a musician? Not I. It's a place of worship and celebration in the grounds of Burnlaw, a Baha'i community in Northumbria. Every summer they hold a small festival which they call 'Earthing the Spirit'. In the morning and the evening, anyone who wants to gathers in this tent for a period of time to reflect in silence, read from religious/poetic texts, and sing and play - all in complete spontaneity. Though I do not share their faith, I felt both welcome and fortunate to share in the spirit of this festival on two or three occasions in the early 2010s. Sadly, it's unlikely that I will return, but I look at this picture and others I have of people enjoying the activities, the fun and sharing the wonderful food, and it lifts my heart.
Pictured on my UPVC doorway back in 2013. When you look at it this close up, even the squishy bits are jewel-like.
More soon.
Here's a cluster of mombretias from my garden in that same year, with some ferns behind them. It was a lovely little garden, private and surrounded by high hedges. I can take no credit, that's the way it was when I found it. I just kept it tidy and watched things appear throughout the growing season. I love the spiky leaves, the way they cast out in so many directions, like a cartoon explosion, the flame of the flower heads glowing within.
Here's an ancient pathway, a shot taken in the mountainous area of northern Tenerife in 2013. I forget the name of the tribe that formed and used these paths, dwellers in this place long before the Spanish came - but given the state of much of Tenerife it was good to come across something so much more firmly grounded in the place. In Dorset where I live now, there are numerous 'hollow ways' that are not dissimilar. The mottled effect you are seeing on the level surface of the path is shadows from the surrounding trees, the white being direct sunshine pouring through the gaps.
How could anyone resist the invitation this tent offers, with its carefully tended little central flowerbed where strategically placed candles wait to be lit, circles of straw bales around the perimeter wait to be sat on and a guitar awaits the hands of a musician? Not I. It's a place of worship and celebration in the grounds of Burnlaw, a Baha'i community in Northumbria. Every summer they hold a small festival which they call 'Earthing the Spirit'. In the morning and the evening, anyone who wants to gathers in this tent for a period of time to reflect in silence, read from religious/poetic texts, and sing and play - all in complete spontaneity. Though I do not share their faith, I felt both welcome and fortunate to share in the spirit of this festival on two or three occasions in the early 2010s. Sadly, it's unlikely that I will return, but I look at this picture and others I have of people enjoying the activities, the fun and sharing the wonderful food, and it lifts my heart.
Pictured on my UPVC doorway back in 2013. When you look at it this close up, even the squishy bits are jewel-like.
More soon.
Monday, January 7, 2019
Update, 2019
Hi to anyone who reads this,
These blogs started out as a way to promote my work - specifically at first 'Wilful Misunderstandings', my book of short stories. As time went on it didn't seem appropriate to just plug the book so over the last three years I've tried to keep up regular entries of a varied nature: the occasional samples of my fictions and poems along with musings, dreams, profiles and reviews . I hope I've provided some interest, entertainment or stimulation to anyone who has found them.
But there do not seem to be many of you discerning readers of this blog these days. I'm not sure how much of this is to do with the impending/ongoing (?) decline/demise of Google Plus and how much of this is down to other causes, whatever they may be. In the first year I tried to keep up a weekly schedule, but that proved to be more than I could manage, and I cut it down to two per month. This I've managed to keep up more or less regularly over the last two years. However, now, I've decided to cut down to one a month. I'm not an intensely opinionated kind of person, and it takes me time to formulate and produce a piece of writing. I have to consider the return on the energy and time invested. It's not possible to say with absolute certainty, but it doesn't appear that this blog has actually resulted in a single sale of my book or helped me to 'raise my profile' - certainly not in a sustainable way. The other kind of return, as with any endeavour is to do with how much enjoyment is involved in doing the work. To that I can give a more positive response - I've had quite a lot of fun writing for this blog, and I still don't want to give up on it. Hence the compromise, once a month.
For anyone who is interested here's what I am doing with my time in the writing field. I've recently completed a first draft of my next major project after 'Wilful Misunderstandings' - a novel provisionally entitled 'Flash Company' - and am embarking on revision work. I'd like to get it out in some form or another in 2020. It tells of a poet for whom 'the muse' proves to be a powerful and terrifying force of nature. More on that when it nears completion.
As mentioned previously in this blog I contribute to a couple of magazines. I'm an associate editor of literary magazine 'Tears in the Fence', focusing on story contributions, but also contributing reviews and poems (there will be three in the next issue - #69, probably out this summer - and I think they're among the best I've written). I am also an occasional contributor to the online magazine 'Gonzo Weekly' - which you can access by googling those words. Last January I ran a listing in the blog of pieces contributed by around that time, which I'll try to update at some point. 'Gonzo' deals mainly with rock music in a variety of styles (anything favoured by its contributors) but also looks at other aspects of the arts and of politics etc. Well worth a look if your interests lie that way.
Because I think it does me good as a writer, I'm a member of a number of writing workshops, some specialising in poetry others in story writing. Writing occasional pieces for presentation and sharing in these has built me up a back-log of short tales amongst other things - all in need of further work before being presentable - and could result in another short story collection being somewhere in the pipeline. Perhaps one of poems too, though I tend to be extremely critical of my own poetic output and there are few with which I feel any great degree of satisfaction.
So there you have it. That's what I'm up to. Here's a pic of me reading at last September's 'Tears in the Fence' poetry festival, and the obligatory occasional ad for 'Wilful Misunderstandings' follows. If you're reading this and you haven't read that, it's my duty to inform you that there is a serious hole in your life which can only be filled by sending off for a copy of that illustrious publication. Do it now.
These blogs started out as a way to promote my work - specifically at first 'Wilful Misunderstandings', my book of short stories. As time went on it didn't seem appropriate to just plug the book so over the last three years I've tried to keep up regular entries of a varied nature: the occasional samples of my fictions and poems along with musings, dreams, profiles and reviews . I hope I've provided some interest, entertainment or stimulation to anyone who has found them.
But there do not seem to be many of you discerning readers of this blog these days. I'm not sure how much of this is to do with the impending/ongoing (?) decline/demise of Google Plus and how much of this is down to other causes, whatever they may be. In the first year I tried to keep up a weekly schedule, but that proved to be more than I could manage, and I cut it down to two per month. This I've managed to keep up more or less regularly over the last two years. However, now, I've decided to cut down to one a month. I'm not an intensely opinionated kind of person, and it takes me time to formulate and produce a piece of writing. I have to consider the return on the energy and time invested. It's not possible to say with absolute certainty, but it doesn't appear that this blog has actually resulted in a single sale of my book or helped me to 'raise my profile' - certainly not in a sustainable way. The other kind of return, as with any endeavour is to do with how much enjoyment is involved in doing the work. To that I can give a more positive response - I've had quite a lot of fun writing for this blog, and I still don't want to give up on it. Hence the compromise, once a month.
For anyone who is interested here's what I am doing with my time in the writing field. I've recently completed a first draft of my next major project after 'Wilful Misunderstandings' - a novel provisionally entitled 'Flash Company' - and am embarking on revision work. I'd like to get it out in some form or another in 2020. It tells of a poet for whom 'the muse' proves to be a powerful and terrifying force of nature. More on that when it nears completion.
As mentioned previously in this blog I contribute to a couple of magazines. I'm an associate editor of literary magazine 'Tears in the Fence', focusing on story contributions, but also contributing reviews and poems (there will be three in the next issue - #69, probably out this summer - and I think they're among the best I've written). I am also an occasional contributor to the online magazine 'Gonzo Weekly' - which you can access by googling those words. Last January I ran a listing in the blog of pieces contributed by around that time, which I'll try to update at some point. 'Gonzo' deals mainly with rock music in a variety of styles (anything favoured by its contributors) but also looks at other aspects of the arts and of politics etc. Well worth a look if your interests lie that way.
Because I think it does me good as a writer, I'm a member of a number of writing workshops, some specialising in poetry others in story writing. Writing occasional pieces for presentation and sharing in these has built me up a back-log of short tales amongst other things - all in need of further work before being presentable - and could result in another short story collection being somewhere in the pipeline. Perhaps one of poems too, though I tend to be extremely critical of my own poetic output and there are few with which I feel any great degree of satisfaction.
So there you have it. That's what I'm up to. Here's a pic of me reading at last September's 'Tears in the Fence' poetry festival, and the obligatory occasional ad for 'Wilful Misunderstandings' follows. If you're reading this and you haven't read that, it's my duty to inform you that there is a serious hole in your life which can only be filled by sending off for a copy of that illustrious publication. Do it now.
Monday, December 10, 2018
Extinction Rebellion - Thoughts following the buzz of participation.
Having covered the Extinction Rebellion day on 17th November a couple of weeks back, I’ve had too much going on to participate in its subsequent actions. These included several days of ‘swarming’, stopping traffic in London for short periods, and a second day of action commencing in parliament square a week later. They’ve tended to get less overall media coverage than the earlier forays and I imagine this will be considered in the period of reflection the organisation intends to take before instigating further action in April next year.Members of our local group have participated in some of these actions when they can, both in London and on a smaller scale in various localities. Our group will be meeting again next week to consider the long haul ahead – enabling ourselves to participate more fully in forthcoming national non-violent direct action initiatives and considering what can be done to spread the message here where we are.
All well and good, but considering what we are up against, is it yet anything approaching enough? The message is brutal. Roger Hallam speaks of mass starvation across the world within 25 years. We are in the process of societal collapse all across the planet. While climate change continues to accelerate exponentially (an Arctic without ice by 2023 is one recent estimate), we face massive biodiversity depletion, ocean acidification, air soil and water pollution, water depletion, devastating consequences of soil erosion and deforestation. The shit is hitting the fan everywhere we look. Yet there is a feeling that most people don’t want to know. We, myself included, continue to act as if everything is continuing as normal. We watch ‘Strictly’, speculate about rifts between Kate/Will and Meghan/Harry, follow our teams/fashion icons/celebrities/rock bands and munch our takeaways as if nothing could possibly go wrong. The alternative is just too scary to admit,
This of course suits a lot of people – most notably those who own and control most of the world’s wealth. Look at what’s happening at the 2018 Climate Change conference in Katowice. We already have the U.S., Saudi Arabia, Russia and Kuwait objecting to the conference ‘welcoming’ the recent Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change report, even in the watered down form it inevitably took. Insane as it seems, among the wealthy across the world there is a powerful desire to protect the status quo (and fossil fuel industry) right up to the end. And it is not necessarily because they are genuine denialists or believers that technology will get us out of this. Preparations are being made, bolt-holes and bunkers are being prepared for what, I’m told, they refer to as ‘the event’. Meanwhile the media collude with the illusion, maintaining an increasingly dodgy concept of ‘balance’, afraid to upset anyone unduly and perhaps lose ratings as a result.
It is so easy to feel helpless, to sit around and say ‘we’re fucked, there’s nothing we can do about it’. I’ve done a lot of that myself. The value of Extinction Rebellion for me personally is not because I think it has a chance of succeeding. It’s because I don’t want to die thinking I didn’t lift a finger, didn’t at least try to do something about what is so plain to see but so hard to accept.
Does it have a chance of succeeding? This is what I’ve been wondering. The feeling on Lambeth Bridge back on the 17th was powerful and good, but even there I found myself unsure about some aspects of what I was observing. I can’t be one hundred percent certain but I suspect the majority of those who were on that bridge were well educated and middle class. Certainly I saw very few non-white faces indeed. Okay, there was a racial equality march in London on the same day, and that was important. And there were four other bridges where the racial mix might have been less one-sided. I hope so. But my general feeling is that ‘Rising Up/Extinction Rebellion’ has been carefully thought out and prepared by a group of people who are academics in the main and that it is being embraced so far by people with the same leanings. Its goal is mass civil action, powerful enough to make governments reconsider their apparent folly, but it has a long, long way to go before it can consider itself a mass movement. To manage that, it has to break through social barriers, to sweep up people who have not yet grasped that anything out of the ordinary is going on. That is one big ask.
And of course it’s not the only movement in the world that is seeking to sweep people up. We have, as tends to be the case in times of deep insecurity, a resurgence of the right wing, of fascism and worse, as its leaders and rabble rousers offer simplistic pie-in-the-sky. Over here we have the Brexiteers and the far right, Trump as figurehead for those who run the show in the US, and the likes of Bolsonaro in Brazil doing much the same. And when it comes to ‘mass’ action, it seems the ‘yellow vest’ protestors in Paris are showing XR a thing or two (though perhaps not a purely right wing movement – don’t know enough to decide). But I’m finding this paragraph too depressing to continue, so I hope you get the picture. There is strong competition for hearts and minds here.
So the odds are stacked against XR. But then I’m pretty sure that at one time or another in our history the odds seemed stacked against the abolition of slavery, women’s emancipation and more. XR’s organisers make some play of quoting these events, and drawing in Martin Luther King and the civil disobedience that challenged racism in the US, along with Ghandi in India, as examples of how their strategy might work. I want to believe them. I really do. They have my support, but building any confidence in their hope of success will be hard work indeed.
Photographs © Neil Baird | www.neilbaird.photography
Monday, November 19, 2018
Extinction Rebellion day of action 17-11-18 - first hand account
My partner alerted me to the Rising Up organisation a month or two back, as plans for the events which commenced with a road-blocking by Parliament Square on 31st October were already under way. They were offering talks on climate change and the need for immediate action to combat the near inertia of our government (and others) on this urgent issue. Also the failure of the media to present both climate change and biodiversity loss as the threat to humanity’s continuing existence in the increasingly near future that it clearly is. The chosen method by which they hoped to highlight this issue was non-violent direct action in acts of civil disobedience, and they also offered training sessions on how to do this. First thoughts were, this looks interesting but do they have the nouse to pull off something that the Green Party et al have yet to achieve? We decided to ‘watch this space’ and pick up on it if it looked like it was going to go somewhere.
It certainly does have that appearance now. Only a couple of weeks ago some enterprising locals got a couple of speakers to come to our town and give a talk on what was by then going out as the ‘Extinction Rebellion’. Over a hundred people showed up, which for a rural north Dorset town is impressive. The speakers were a former anti-road-campaigner and a young woman from an alternative community who had only been drawn into the movement herself a couple of weeks before. They spoke with passion and good humour. Regarding the recent IPCC report and the muted response it received, they pointed out that since the breakdown of our climatic systems is occurring with exponential rapidity its findings were already way out of date, not to mention the degree to which they were compromised by political input.
What impressed me was the careful thought that had clearly gone into this initiative. The speakers emphasised the requirement to approach non-violent direct action ‘respectfully’ and of a ‘regenerative culture’ within their movement. This included a recognition that some of us are prepared to face arrest etc. and some aren’t, but that all support is valued at whatever level. And also that the organisation has a commitment to giving legal and other support its activists. There’s a lot more to it than I’m including here – the info is out there on the web. If you care about the situation, google Extinction Rebellion and take a look.
Following the talk, things moved fast. A local ‘affinity group’ was set up and one of the speakers returned the following week to give us some basic NVDA training. A number of us were available to go to London for the ‘rebellion day’ on the 17th. A minibus was hired, and on a chilly Saturday morning at 7am, set off with thirteen of us on board to join the rebellion. Up until a day or two before we though we would be heading for Parliament Square but then the news came through that Lambeth, Westminster, Waterloo, Blackfriars and Soutwark bridges were to be blocked. We were asked to go to Lambeth, and headed on foot from our transport to the bridge, passing Roger Hallam – one of the organisers – being interviewed by the media on the way there.
The first part of the action was both tense and kind of bizarre. We felt like extras in ‘The Third Man’ as we gathered on and around the bridge, in pairs and separate clusters, trying not to look as if we were preparing for what it was clear that almost everyone present knew we were going to do. This included several police officers, waiting on the pavements. There was a helicopter overhead and police vans constantly crossing the bridge, with sirens blaring more often than not. We knew roughly what to do when the signal came, but not exactly when that would be. At one point a youngish, lightly bearded gent approached us and informed us it would all be happening between 11 and 11.15am, and where best to position ourselves. It turned out that he was Rupert Read, another of the organisers.
When the time came, it all happened pretty quickly. I assume that some of the more seasoned ER activists took the necessary action at each end of the bridge, and those of us who were on it became aware that suddenly the road was clear of traffic. We swarmed over the barriers onto the roadway, and sat ourselves down. I was not aware of the police taking any action to try to stop us. We knew they had been informed of what was to take place. I’d guess that with five bridges to monitor, and the fact that there was also a big racial equality march taking place in London that day, they were simply too stretched to do anything preventive.
For a while after that it was like a good many demos I’ve participated in in my younger days. There was a sound system set up and after the organisers who were assigned to this bridge – including Mr Read – had said a few words, people were invited to take the microphone and say their piece, as were musicians and readers of poetry. Preaching to the converted, of course, but all enhancing the sense of common purpose and being given plentiful support whatever the quality of their output. I was particularly impressed by a woman from Cumbria who spoke articulately and at some length about the effect of climate change and biodiversity loss that she has been observing and experiencing in recent years. She was filmed – hopefully that clip will show up in due course. When there weren’t folk speaking, singing or leading chants, there was a fairly funky playlist of music on the go, and a generally festive atmosphere. Lots of banners and flags with the hourglass ER logo – a couple of banners that caught my eye were the ‘There is no Planet B’ one and the brutally EJ Thribb-ian ‘Roses are red, violets are blue… unless they’re all dead’. I spent most of the event holding up one end of a colourful painted one by an artist in our group, thus necessitating photographing and eating/drinking to be a largely one-handed affair.
The group grew considerably in number over the next hour or so, several hundred though I couldn’t be sure how many. Police were a constant but unobtrusive presence throughout this period, mostly at the periphery of the group, occasionally walking through the crowd and/or conversing with individuals therein. But then came a warning that they were planning to start making arrests. Having decided that this time round I didn’t feel ready to go through the arrest experience, I moved to the pavement to be an onlooker, as did some others. But those who chose to risk arrest were plentiful, bless ‘em, and the bridge remained fully occupied by seated people and some who chose to lie down. In due course small groups of police came amongst them and seemingly at random made arrests, carrying people off where necessary. At each one a cheer rose from the crowd, in support of the arrestees.
It was rather obvious that there were not enough police to have a hope of clearing the bridge. I assume that this was also the case on the other four bridges. At various points we were told that they had run short of vans also. My, hasn’t austerity bitten hard? But in keeping with the ‘respectful’ ethos, a lot of sympathy was expressed, and the vibe was pretty much ‘we know you people have just got to do your job here, and it’s a shitty one at that.’ As mentioned earlier there was an odd feeling too. The police, with vans and signs were doing the actual blocking of the road at either end, protecting us from irate motorists. There was a token feeling about the arrests – a sense that a show of law enforcement had to be made.
They did eventually return in somewhat larger numbers, and several of them formed a line across the bridge to the south of the assembled group. The purpose of this was never entirely clear, other than to stop people exiting or entering that way. At the north end roadblock, people were allowed to leave but not to re-enter. The police came in amongst the crowd on the roadway small groups to make a second wave of arrests. I think I heard an estimate that there were around forty, out of the eighty to ninety people in total across the span of the action, arrested on Lambeth Bridge. It was rumoured that we were mainly targeted being the shortest bridge and potentially the easiest to clear, but I don’t know how authoritative that one was. Two of our group were amongst them – processed and released later on the same day, with the possibility but no certainty of some prosecution pending.
But then, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, the police left. The roadblocks remained but with fewer vehicles. Just a few community police officers stayed hanging around at the edge of the crowd. Perhaps there was trouble elsewhere, affecting the racial equality march. Though I’m happy that the event got a certain amount of press coverage (those amongst us with smartphones were monitoring it by the end of the day), it is one of my regrets that the other marchers seemed to have got no coverage at all.
And that’s about it. I’m not sure how long people remained on the bridge after we left at around 3.30 to 4pm. There didn’t seem much point in prolonging it – the statement had been made. We had a deadline for getting back to our minibus so were unable to join the subsequent action in Parliament Square (where, I later read, trees were planted). It was clear that we had played our part in a well-planned and effective piece of political action. The campaign is ongoing and escalating, as it must be if it has any hope to have an impact that will reach our cloth-eared legislators. I expect to be participating in more such actions, though have too many commitments to take part in those that will take place over the next week or two in this the first major phase of the ‘rebellion’. I applaud everyone involved. My hopes for the future of humanity, larger wild-life and the future of the planet are not strong, but I cannot not have some part in this initiative, despite the odds against it.
Here are Extinction Rebellion’s three demands:
1. The Government must tell the truth about the climate and wider ecological emergency, reverse inconsistent policies and work alongside the media to communicate with citizens.
2. The Government must enact legally binding policy measures to reduce carbon emissions to net zero by 2025 and to reduce consumption levels.
3. A national Citizen’s Assembly to oversee the changes, as part of creating a democracy fit for purpose.
It’s drastic stuff, but – as they say – we are facing an unprecedented global emergency. Let’s not quibble over what is and isn’t possible by 2025, let’s just go for it.
Monday, November 5, 2018
24 Hours: A Breaking News Breakdown
unfolding stories cross this stretch of time
selective recognition
from banner headline mongers
regarding violent death
attention channelled to order
at a word from the elite
deals concealed, re-framed in gilt
young men with neat haircuts and sharp suits
tell yarns with an air of authority
old men clog the future
grab the crotch of hope and squeeze
preaching ‘growth’
distributing the clutter of suffering
while science speaks of end-times
fair warning swept aside
by tides of tattle
celebrity shared vicariously
as the cute-brigade spin
turning like clockwork
to dazzle the eye, plug the ear
and scent away the stink
twenty four more hours of scratch-my-back
and dosey-dosey-doe
written: 23.10.18
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