Saturday, 28 November 2015

A cold Saturday afternoon in a British city

    A Saturday afternoon in late November, in a British city. A square off the main shopping drag. It's blowing a freezing cold wind, and a slight drizzle. A hundred people are standing in the rain, some are holding placards. They're chanting anti-war slogans to the indifference of the passing shoppers. The usual crowd of random political fringe members are trying to push their pamphlets, newspapers, and petitions. It's all pretty harmless, for a movement that likes to think of itself as shaking democracy to the core they don't merit the attention of a single member of the constabulary. A very British protest.
    That was my lunchtime, for what good it'll do. The Great and the Good want to bomb some foreigners again, because last time they did it it didn't quite work. This time they'll do it differently you see, but they'd better hurry up or they will miss the chance to get in with their bigger mates on all the fun. We and a host of others in cities across the country were standing in the rain in the forlorn hope that it would influence the choice of our MPs on Monday - whether to walk into the "No" lobby or the "War criminal" lobby. Not a chance with my MP, she's a member of her party's faithful and she'll do as she's told.
     I would have never thought thirty years ago that I'd attend an anti-war demonstration. But back then the only war my country had involved itself in my lifetime was the Falklands, and that was a lot more cut and dried than the succession of messes we've seen in the last 15 years. The justification is probably less shaky than it was for Tony Blair, but the aftermath this time is likely to be no less messy. My fifteen year old self should have had a chat with some of those WW2 veteran teachers I mentioned in my last post, had I thought of it.
    I have a host of friends who are working with different organisations trying to provide aid to "The Jungle", a patch of heavily polluted and foetid waste ground near Calais, France, that has become home to six thousand people over the last few months. They want to stow away illegally on trucks and trains to the UK, the UK doesn't want them and the French REALLY don't want them. Some people call them migrants, some call them refugees. Nobody wants them to be there, least of all them.
    The awkward trouble is though that they are there. Walking through raw sewage, sleeping through the Northern European winter in festival tents and dodging CRS tear-gas canisters lobbed into the camp from the nearby overpass. You won't see the truth on the news, coverage so far has been either all about jolly refugee life charging mobile phones from generators and buying curry from improvised shops or else living in the lap of luxury pampered by Government handouts and gullible charities. The truth is one of a nascent shanty town straight from the worst slums of a developing country, in a corner of a prosperous Northern European country in the grip of winter. There will be disease epidemics redolent of the Middle Ages, there will be Mafia bad guys running the camp as a no-go area, and eventually there will be a media blackout as the French send in the troops to wipe away what will have become a national embarrassment.
    The people in the foetid hell of the Jungle come from many countries. Most of them come from the countries we have spent so much time bombing over the last fifteen years or so. We didn't fix their countries, we made them worse.
     And now our idiot leaders and their idiot Opposition want to do it all again. Really?

    It sounds awfully hollow to say "Not in my name!" But somebody has to.

4 comments:

  1. Respect for standing up in an anti-war demo! I've been doing what I can to try and cool the ardour of people round my way for more war and revenge - using my influence to try and influence others.

    Of course, both local MPs (for where I work and where I live) are dyed in the wool Party faithful without any inclination to come to any of their own decisions. My local MP rejected a petition about tax-credit cuts from 19,000 people as "not serious" and "anyway, no one in the local area will be in the least bit affected by any cuts" which is... well, scary in its lack of reality.

    Point is: respect is due to you.

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  2. The way to fix this is to take in the refugees. Treat them and the rest of the Muslim population like human beings. Don't discriminate. Give them jobs. Make them want to live in the UK, France, etc., and enjoy a life of freedom. Bombing their homeland is short term thinking. It costs lives and money and makes them hate us even more.

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  3. Yes, yes and yes. If I think too much about the way we are governed and those that we elect to do the governing I can become incandescent with range matched only by my incoherent incredulity of the stupidity of those who do the electing!

    We need leaders who will make up their own minds, and lead on the basis of what is right rather than follow on teh basis of what may get them re-elected. ~ There, rant over.

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  4. Well, it didn't work, did it. Off go the (very small numbers of) bombers. It's hardly as though we're area bombing civilians, but I can't help significant discomfort at our involving ourselves yet again in another Middle Eastern mess.

    Refugees? Poor sods, caught in the middle. An increasingly hostile Europe and a crap Northern winter. I agree with our politicians that the best we can do for them is to fix the conflict that brought them here. Sadly I differ on the expectation that their efforts might work.

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