Sunday Morning Fury

I honestly think I ought to just stay away from politics – it really isn’t good for me. I was just watching Sunday with Laura Kuenssberg, and probably nearly gave myself a heart attack. She was interviewing Kemi Badenoch, and she was lying so much and being so arrogant that I simply lost it: I started yelling at the screen and everything. How she or any Tory can have the sheer gall to lecture anyone about economics, or to accuse anyone of lying or deception, put them far beyond redemption. Through their black female puppet*, this set of white male aristocrats speak as if they have done nothing wrong, or only they can be trusted to run the country when they are the runs who ruined it. On Wednesday she stood in Parliament hurling insults at the chancellor like a playground bully, making utterly baseless accusations and even calling for her resignation, but this morning Badenoch acted as if she had nothing to answer for.

The spectacle was too perverse for me to handle; in fact it made me so furious that it became rather frightening. I was shouting so loudly that Dom came to ask what the problem was. In such moments I seem to loose all control: all I feel is anger and rage. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest, and all I want to do is annihilate the object of my fury. Such feelings only last a few minutes – even seconds – but they are petrifying. I’ve known they are connected to my CP for some time now, but the concerning thing is, everyone else seems to be growing just as furious: such anger seems to be becoming widespread, especially when it comes to politics. It’s as if we have forgotten how to live together and see each other as mortal enemies. Yet whereas I usually calm myself down by tapping out a blog entry and/or going for a trundle in my powerchair, more widely, such anger seems to be being funnelled into something far darker and more dangerous.

*It should be blatantly obvious that the Tories are just using Badenoch to give them selves the veneer of multiculturalism and inclusivity, while still being a party whose very raison d’etre is essentially to conserve the sociopolitical dominance of wealthy white men. It’s a scam every bit as perverse and insulting as the one I noted Reform pulling a few weeks ago.

Ignorance and Hate

Today I think I ought to go back to something I wrote in this entry a couple of days ago. My dad called me up on it when we were speaking the day after, and as usual he had a good point: I shouldn’t have dismissed everyone who attended the protest on Saturday as morons or idiots. Many would have understood full well what they were doing – which, if anything, makes things even more frightening. At the same time, it’s frankly difficult for me not to suspect that most of the people I encountered on Saturday would have had a considerably lower education than those who watched it aghast from the sidelines.

Perhaps I should try to qualify that. I grew up going to a special school, and have done voluntary work at one. Over the years I have met numerous people with learning difficulties, often quite profound, as well as people with severe autism. Obviously, there is no correlation between such people and the people I encountered on Saturday. To equate one group with the other is as erroneous as it is lazy. People with LD can be as kind, gentle and open-minded as anyone else; what we witnessed on the streets of central London on Saturday boiled down to pure thuggery and hooliganism born of anger. Nonetheless, while I do not want to make baseless assumptions or lean too heavily on stereotypes, it was quite clear simply from the vocabulary and sentence structures I was hearing those around me using, as well as the content of the conversations I overheard, that these were people that the education system had to a large extent bypassed.

Yet that leaves an obvious question: how can we account for such behaviour and the wider feeling of discontent we’re currently seeing, not just here but in America? It seems to be being channeled more and more into a kind of vehement nationalism, with people being drawn towards simplistic ‘us and them’ mentalities. People seem to be feeling disenfranchised and left behind by an increasingly articulate, educated, technologically-astute society: perhaps those left by the wayside amid the ‘dash for degrees’ fifteen or twenty years ago now feel a need to strike back at those they see as ‘elites’. They do not have the vocabulary – the cultural capital – to participate in public discourse at the same level as those they see around them, and channel such alienation into a heady mixture of fury and pride. At the same time, I also think their frustrations are being deliberately mischannelled by social leaders such as Farage or Yaxley-Lennon who use such anger for their own political gain. Such charlatans have not only pinned the blame for people’s woes on members of other socioeconomic minorities, but have now managed to make it look like being openly discriminatory towards such minorities is an act of strength, independence and courage. We have seen such usurpation countless times throughout history, and it has seldom ended well.

Of course I am only speculating here. I would like to go much deeper into these issues though, into what is causing the social unrest and stratification we are currently witnessing. It is far too simplistic to dismiss those currently sliding to the right, shouting their heads off about immigrants as just stupid or misguided. Yet to ignore them is equally dangerous. They are clearly extremely angry, but their anger is being misdirected into something abhorrent. History teaches us that if we don’t do something about the root causes of such feelings soon, something utterly sickening can only follow.

Paradise City Indeed

There are times, every now and then, when my jaw drops in astonishment of how truly lucky I am: moments when one of my dreams has come true, or a crazy far-fetched fantasy has been somehow brought to life. Last night saw another of those amazing moments.

When I got wind that Guns and Roses were going to play Wembley Stadium this summer a few months ago, of course I automatically thought that watching them would be great, and contacted mum to get tickets. These days, it seems that my mum is still the best person to ask when I want to arrange such things. Mum duly obliged, and I was soon counting down the months to last night. I have been into Guns and Roses since school: aged about ten or eleven, a couple of my classmates were into them, and I was struck by their mixture of rebelliousness and jaw-dropping electric guitar riffs. In the thirty years since, whenever I wanted to let off a bit of steam or the world got too frustrating, I always put on a Guns and Roses song: the music seemed to be able to do the screaming and shouting for me.

To have at last watched them perform live, then, at London’s greatest stadium alongside a crowd of tens of thousands, was utterly incredible. The atmosphere there last night was phenomenal, like nothing I had ever experienced before. Of course, I can compare it to things like going to watch Greenday or The Cat Empire, but in a way this was on another level. The volume was almost deafening, so much so that I could barely make out the lyrics being sung. I couldn’t even make out what John was saying, sat right next to me. Yet as the sun went down and the sky grew darker, and the lights in the stadium came on, there seemed to be a wonderful aura about the place: the audience in front of me all turned small lights on, so it looked like a reflection of the night’s sky above us. As the band went through their back catalogue*, often getting up and dancing to my favourite songs, it struck me how truly lucky I was. And when they finished the evening with Paradise City, probably one of my favourite pieces of music ever, I was absolutely euphoric.

*Mind you, I was slightly disappointed that we must have arrived slightly too late to hear them play Live And Let Die.

Trouble With Teenagers

I’m afraid to say that I’m really, really starting to dislike kids. By kids I mean teenagers, aged between about thirteen and seventeen. It might just be my perspective, but they all seem to have developed an arrogant, cocksure, undeserved worldliness that is completely misplaced: they are still essentially children, but they seem to think they’re adults. For instance, I was in Starbucks in Kidbrooke earlier enjoying a  cuppaccino, when three youngsters from the nearby school came and sat at the table next to me. At first I thought little of it, but when they began to talk about American history I began to become interested. They were discussing the origins of Thanksgiving, so I thought I would intercede by pointing out that it was just part of the American self-justifying, self-aggandising mythos.

As usual I tapped what I wanted to say into my Ipad and then tried to play it to them. However, to my horror and frustration, they ignored me completely, acting as if I didn’t exist. I tried again and got the same response. Now, I know I was a stranger and that perhaps I should have just let them be, but I find that introducing myself in this way is a good way of helping young people get to know people like myself, and showing them that, at the end of the day, we’re just like anyone else. The way they ignored me, however, struck me as downright rude: they seemed to have a sneering, contemptuous attitude, as if they thought themselves better than me and everyone else in the room. The least they could have done was note my presence and show me some respect.

Perhaps I’m just getting old; perhaps I’m just turning into a cranky old man who thinks young people should know how to behave. Yet the attitude those kids seemed to have this morning stunned me, and it seems to be becoming more and more widespread. I was just trying to introduce myself, but all I got in return was arrogance.