Let’s give it up for the strong women in this world

Let’s give it up for the strong women in this world

I was going to make this blog about what Eisenhower called the ‘military-industrial complex’ and the control / damage it has done to the body politic.  

‘In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes.’

He said this on leaving office in January 1961.  Still resonates today doesn’t it?  

However I received some news from the wife of a long time friend of mine that he had to go into hospital to ‘have some shit scooped out of his head.’  (She’s a nurse so she’s allowed.)  The operation was a success and the love of her life came home within 48 hours.  Within minutes of arriving home, his head, out of which he’d had ‘some shit scooped’, was under the bonnet of their daughter’s car aiming to change the thermostat.  ‘Dumb shit’ was one comment from the love of his life, (she’s a nurse so she’s allowed), before she marched him back inside.  A woman with attitude.  A strong woman.  

Then there’s another woman whom I admire.  A ‘softer’ version of the one above but equally strong in her beliefs.  This is a woman who went on a one day course to learn about what’s involved in feeding homeless people so that she could become active in a local initiative; spending time in contributing to the social cohesion of the area in which she lives; making many lives that bit better.  A deeply caring woman.  A strong woman.  

Then there’s the woman with whom I live.  The love of my life.  The one who was strong enough to make me realise there was a better me; who contributed to the development of others in her professional life; and who now contributes to the enjoyment of others via her art.  An articulate, wickedly funny woman.  A strong woman.  

Then there are the strong women who stand up to those in power whom they feel are usurping the democracy that elected them to office.  These are the four Congress women, also known as The Squad, who are facing up to the bullying of what I now call the Teflon Don.  They’re not blinking.  Strong women all.  

None of the women I have mentioned and admire blink.  They stand up for what they believe in.  We are blessed by having such women in our lives, and life.  

So, let me repeat, let’s give it up for the strong women in this world.  We are better people because of them.  Our world(s) are better because of them. 

J J Mitchell

‘No one left behind’ 

 

Just one person – how music can be an ‘instrument that heals’.

Just one person – how music can be an ‘instrument that heals’.

Short one this.  

I came across this via ‘Acoustic Guitar’, a magazine to which I subscribe.  In it was a letter describing the work of Duncan Africa Guitars.  Interesting story the genesis of which began in 1983 when a then 13 year old Canadian called Jay Duncan watched television about the millions dying through famine in Ethiopia.  This is the famine which generated the creation of the 1985 Live Aid Concert.  The images from that time remained with him but it wasn’t until 2005 that Jay, now a well known luthier, was able to do something about it.  Africa, and the images, had stayed with him.  He’d spent some time selling seven of his guitars to fund his first trip and, working with the Elders of Mpigi village in Uganda, recruited a number of young people to train as luthiers.  As he says himself, it took time, sometimes it worked well and at other times it didn’t.  Students learn about marketing, management, communication and finance which enables them to move on if they wish to other roles.  The profit made from the sale of the guitars is theirs.  

Perfect.  

Wonderful what just one person can do for good, isn’t it?  

The DuncanAfrica Society’s web site is here:  https://duncanafrica.com  and their guitars sound pretty fabulous.  

J J Mitchell

‘No one left behind’ 

Let’s give it up for chaos!!!

Let’s give it up for chaos!!!

Let’s admit it, we are living in ‘interesting’ times, aka chaos. 

We have just had 45 come over to the UK for a state visit hosted by the Windsors and the outgoing Prime Minister, (she left the role of Leader of the Conservative and Unionist Party on Friday, 7 June the day after D-Day – somewhat poetic);  we have the Brexit party winning seats for the European Parliament, (that’s going to be interesting especially as the EU follows up on its investigations into that organisation’s finances); and we have a known liar and hypocrite as, potentially, the next leader of the Conservative and Unionist Party and thus Prime Minister.  This man, aka ’let’s put the £350 million a week that we pay into the EU,’ (we never did), ‘back into the NHS.’  (He won’t).  Like the leader of the Brexit Party, this ignorant buffoon continues to lie and obfuscate.  So, chaos then.  

Then let’s add 45’s comment about the NHS being ‘on the table’ for any deal that we try to make with the US.  Commercial healthcare has worked out well in America hasn’t it?  Interestingly, having been informed about the stupidity of this observation, 45 rowed back.  Of course we believe him when he says, (tweets) ‘big Trade Deal is possible once U.K. gets rid of the shackles.  Already starting to talk!’  To repeat, of course we believe him.  When has he ever told a fib?  Okay, okay, apart from the 10,000 plus that the Washington Post identified in the first two years of this ‘Presidency’.  

By the way, here’s a quick side-bar regarding trade deals with the US.  Food hygiene.  Chlorinated chicken anyone? A few facts for those who may not yet know:  12 hours maximum transportation time for live birds in the UK.  In the US – 28 hours;  Food poisoning – 1.5% chance in the UK.  In the US – 11.4%.   That’s why the American food industry washes the chicken carcass in chlorine dioxide.  Ho hum.  I won’t mention GM crops – banned in the UK, allowed in the US.  

Of course, the UK will be able to negotiate from a position of strength, won’t it?  Especially so due to our ‘special relationship’ (coined, by the way, by Winston Churchill in 1946.)  We shall ignore the fact that Barack Obama considered Germany to be his ‘closest international partner’;  Suez? Ahem.  Er, Lyndon Johnson trying to involve the UK in the Vietnam War;  the US invasion of Grenada;  Reagan’s pressure on Thatcher not to react to Argentina’s invasion of the Falkland Islands.  Definitely, a ‘special relationship.’    

Think of it, 45 and Johnson…  

So, to repeat, chaos then.  

J J Mitchell

‘No one left behind’ 

‘You came into their temple,’ he said. ‘And shat on their altar.’

‘You came into their temple,’ he said. ‘And shat on their altar.’

As all my readers will know, (okay, both of you) 😊  I left Twitter and Facebook some time ago.  I’d grown tired of their lies, amoral behaviour and the damage they have done to our world, our heritage, our common humanity.  Both monetise information they are given for nothing by those who use their publications, (remember, they’re not platforms), and allow people who don’t have the courage to say things to your face to spew out their vitriol.  Without penalty.  

(Oh, by the way, can we stop using the term ‘social media’.  Social media seems so much more legitimate don’t you think?  Let’s call them what they really are,  instant media’.)

One of instant media’s most informed critics is Carole Cadwalladr.  In her article she writes about her TED talk and ‘how I took on the tech titans in their lair.’  Excellent article, well written and researched.  As it says at the top of the article, ‘For more than a year, the Observer writer has been probing a darkness at the heart of Silicon Valley.  And, oh, what a dark heart it has.  

(A summary on YouTube of what she said can be seen here:  ‘Your technology is a crime scene’)

This particularly resonated, ‘I did tell them that they had facilitated multiple crimes in the EU referendum. That as things stood, I didn’t think it was possible to have free and fair elections ever again. That liberal democracy was broken. And they had broke it.  They were called to account for the first time in their lives in the Temple of TED.  As one attendee put it, ‘you came into their temple and shat on their altar.’  Quite so. 

Cadwalladr also named the people enabling this vitriol.  She named them, these Gods of Silicon Valley:  Mark Zuckerberg, Sheryl Sandberg, Larry Page, Sergey Brin and Jack Dorsey.  Look ‘em up.  They and their instant media organisations remain what they really are – amoral and irresponsible.  All were offered the right of reply – none took it up.  One can only wonder why…  

If you want to read more about her work and the likes of Facebook and Twitter, have a look at her report on Cambridge Analytica.  Sublime.

Cadwalladr also spoke about Parliament’s comments on Facebook during an LBC interview.  Again, insightful.  Talking of Government, Parliament is discussing sanctions against these publishers as is the EU.  

Pushback is also coming from directions you wouldn’t necessarily expect.  In a recent op-ed in the New York Times, one of the co-founders of Facebook, Chris Hughes, argues that Facebook should be broken up.  It is a ‘monopoly without oversight.’   Mark Zuckerberg cannot fix Facebook, but our government can…’ 

(Btw, Zuckerberg owns Facebook, Instagram and WhatsApp.  Think about it, all that power in the hands of one individual.  Without responsibility.  Hmmm.)  

That pushback is happening is not before time.  That instant media is now a danger to our democracy is becoming manifest.  That something needs to be done is clear.  That we need to treat these publishers like every other publisher, i.e. make them responsible for the content posted, is beyond doubt.  

If you think I’m being melodramatic about the dangers of instant media, read The dangers of digital politics.’  ’Twitter usage is positively correlated to narcissism and Machiavelliansim.  This is not where the commons should live. 

‘This is not where the commons should live.’  What a lovely phrase, I couldn’t have put it better myself.  The commons in which we live should reflect our social values, our common humanity, not the ‘world’ these ‘Gods of Silicon Valley’ have created – all in the name of making profit.  No matter what the cost to the rest of us.  

No matter what the cost.  To the rest of us…  

J J Mitchell

‘No one left behind’ 

The power of words

The power of words

This is a blog about the power of words.  

The reason?  The loss of someone close to one of our dearest friends.  It was with humour and incredible bravery that he stuck two fingers up at Death as it approached.  He just didn’t blink.  He used words to make people laugh, he used words to let folk know that they should celebrate who he was with him.  Pity and sadness were not allowed, especially the former.  The latter could, and would, come later as it has now.   

As Love Of My Life, LOML, and I discussed this delightful and loved human being it brought to mind the poem that was spoken at the funerals of LOML’s father and mother.  

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep 

I am not there. I do not sleep. 

I am a thousand winds that blow. 

I am the diamond glints on snow. 

I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 

I am the gentle autumn rain. 

When you awaken in the morning’s hush 

I am the swift uplifting rush 

Of quiet birds in circled flight. 

I am the soft stars that shine at night. 

Do not stand at my grave and cry; 

I am not there. I did not die. 

Mary Elizabeth Frye

An example of how beautiful words can be.  How moving.  How inspiring.  

A quick search on Wikipedia provides some background.  Mary Elizabeth Fry was an American born in November, 1905 and died September, 2004.  The genesis of the poem, written in 1934, was inspired by the story of a young Jewish girl, Margaret Schwarzkopf, who had stayed with the Frye household.  She was unable to visit her dying mother in Germany due to anti-Semitic unrest.  

Anti-semitic unrest.  A horrible phrase, created by an obscene philosophy that pilloried a discrete religious / racial group and, in the end, exterminated in excess of six million of them.  

An example of how words can stir up hate.  

An example of how words can result in the death of millions.  

You will have your own examples of these promoters of hate and populist manipulation.  They tweet, they (mis-)use Facebook, (that dreadful, irresponsible publisher with no moral compass at all), they lie in the press and on television.  Without any sense of guilt or responsibility.  

And yet, and yet, we know that words can inspire and bring people together.  So, let’s use words that counter the hate and vilification espoused by others;  let’s use words that create laughter;  let’s use words that move us to a higher level of our humanity.  

Just like the man I have written about at the beginning of this blog.  

J J Mitchell

‘No one left behind’ 

Isn’t nuance an interesting word?

Isn’t nuance an interesting word?

The dictionary definition is:  characterised by subtle shades of meaning or expression.  

Using a thesaurus, one comes up with :  fine distinction, subtle, shade, shading, gradation, variation, modulation, degree; subtlety, nicety, refinement, overtone. 

Okay, that works for me.  As an inkster who writes fantasy, I need to use language that, while still making a point, has shades to it so that it becomes believable.  To go extreme will merely turn the reader off and make the writer appear ridiculous.  

That’s what I was going to blog about.  

Then the attack in Christchurch, New Zealand happened.  

At the time of writing, fifty are known to have been murdered.  An almost equal number are in hospital, many of whom are suffering life changing injuries.  Let’s not mention those who love them and are equally traumatised.  Let’s not mention that this happened whilst the murdered and wounded were at prayer in their mosque.  Let’s not mention the hate speech that Twitter and Facebook enable.  Let’s not mention the legitimacy felt by members of the extreme right to feel it is ‘righteous’ to kill others due to the language of hate and division espoused by the populist leaders of this world whom they follow.  Let’s not mention the current occupant in the White House;  Steve Bannon;  Viktor Orbán in Hungary; Jair Bolsonaro in Brazil;  Italy’s far-right Interior Minister Matteo Salvini, (‘the only extremism that deserves attention is Islamic’).  Let’s not mention that, eh?  

Well, dear reader, fuck that.  (Yes, I am angry.)  Let us mention it.  

Let us mention that their utterances have made opponents into enemies, (you kill your enemies).  Let us mention that their utterances have delegitimised civilised debate and called it weakness.  Let us mention that their ill-defined populist utterances have stoked fear where there should be trust.  

These ‘leaders’, (I use the term so very, very loosely), must be held to account.  There must be no nuance in placing the responsibility at their feet, their mouths and their sorry excuse for a brain.  

No nuance here.  They are responsible.  Hold them and those of their ilk responsible for creating the environment where this can happen.  Let us watch them try to scramble away from having any responsibility for what has been done in their name, their beliefs, their utterances.  (It’s already happening.)  

Finally, I’ll end with mention of an article by Frans de Waal, a Dutch primatologist and ethnologist.  In other words, he studies animal behaviour and is pretty good at it.  Makes for interesting reading.  

In his article, ‘What animals can teach us about politics’, (herehe wrote about the link between our biology and culture, ‘no humans ever existed without biology, nor any without culture.’  

He also made numerous points about leadership, bullying and using fear as a coercive leadership tool.  Leaders that use the latter tend to reign for short periods of time.  Those using more enabling approaches tend to last longer.  It is within us all to wish for peace, to be able to get on with our lives without causing harm to others.  However, when people feel disenfranchised, powerless, they tend to respond to those who promise to deal with the society that caused that disengagement.  

Civilisation is not some outside force: it is us.  Social life is very much part of our primate background, as are cooperation, bonding and empathy. This is because group living is our main survival strategy.  

Primates are made to be social, made to care about one another and made to get along, and the same applies to us. Civilisation does all sorts of great things for us, but does so by co-opting natural abilities. It works with what we have to offer, including an age-old capacity for peaceful coexistence.

Peaceful coexistence.  Lovely phrase that.   

Couldn’t be clearer.  No nuance there.  

J J Mitchell

‘Never leave anyone behind’ 

Groan joke alert

Groan joke alert

Just finished re-editing The Kold Kronicles Book 1: Discovery.  It’s interesting to go back over what was written three years ago after you’ve completed your second book.  You tend to notice differences in style in the first compared to the second.  For example, I’m a tad descriptive with the gore in the first but, having in the interim read the Icelandic Sagas and  other similar Sagas, have changed slightly to replicate their style, e.g.  ‘he was stabbed and he died’, in the second.  

Made me think, language, descriptive language, how it changes over time, its uses and how it can make people smile, laugh, thoughtful or angry.   

For example, I really enjoy telling what I call ‘groan’ jokes. Here’s one,  ’What do you call a man who lives under leaves?’  Answer:  ‘Russell.’  I know, I know, dreadful.  I used that in the first book as a code.  It also made me smile.  

I have others, so be warned.  Here’s another, (you were warned).  ‘The past and the present walked into a bar.  It was tense.’  That might appeal to the writers amongst you.  

Now that, hopefully, may make some folk smile, or at least groan.  What I’m trying to say here is that words help us communicate.  Communicate bad jokes to make us groan;  Communicate our hopes;  Communicate our concerns.  

Yet many in positions of authority use words to build walls; to tear down community;  to undermine our common humanity.  All of it to satisfy their own ego or political / economic aims.  In sum, they lie to create a world that is only in their interest.  

They can be stopped.  First, treat those online publishers, Twitter and Facebook, (they’re not platforms as they would have you believe), as the mechanisms for telling lies that they are.  Let us talk face to face, share our hopes and fears and see the common understanding that binds us in our humanity.  Let us mock these individuals for their cant and hypocrisy to undermine their ego since, invariably, it is a very fragile thing.   

Some may argue this to be naive, fine, let them, their loss, their cynicism, their limitation.  

Finally, let’s threaten them with bad jokes.  ‘I used to be a freelance journalist but I wasn’t very good at it.  Lance is still in prison.’  (You might have to think about that a bit.)

I’ll be re-editing ‘The Kold Kronicles Book 2: Defiance’ next.  I haven’t any jokes in that you’ll be pleased to hear.  

J J Mitchell

‘Never leave anyone behind’ 

It is this, this humanity that makes me retain hope.

It is this, this humanity that makes me retain hope.

Last week, the love of my life, LOML, and I were watching a television programme about the Lockerbie disaster.  Thirty years ago, on 21 December, 1998, Pan Am Flight 103 was blown out of the sky killing 270 people, (243 passengers, 16 crew, 11 on the ground.)  As was said in the programme, it was the largest number of people killed in a terrorist incident ever experienced by the UK.  

Now, this blog is not about who did this or who did that, (there’s still debate as to who was responsible), no, this is about the people of Lockerbie and what they did.  How they opened their doors and hearts to those affected by this dreadful incident.  

The programme had softly spoken people talking about what had happened, what they had seen.  All said in an understated way that made what they were saying even more powerful.  No emotion apart from some once or twice having to stop talking as grief washed over them yet again.  You could sense their anguish and regret.  

The people of Lockerbie went further.  Once there was no further need for the clothing found scattered around the countryside to be retained for forensic purposes, everything was washed, ironed, packaged, and sent to those still grieving relatives.  It was all about respect and compassion.  

It is this, this humanity that makes me retain hope.  

Then there were the people who queued for hours to donate blood after the attack on the Twin Towers, September 11, 2001.  Their wish to show they cared, were involved.  

It is this, this humanity that makes me retain hope.  

The reaction of people after the two bomb attacks in London.  How people risked their own lives to save others.

It is this, this humanity that makes me retain hope.  

The response of those in London in 2017 doing their best to save lives, even if it meant risk to themselves, when a van deliberately drove onto the pavement, killing and maiming people.

It is this, this humanity that makes me retain hope.  

There are so many other examples since that dreadful event on 21 December, 1998.  Where people have given their own lives to save others.  Where people have done so without thought of their own survival.  Many have died unsung.  Unknown.  

It is their humanity, and those of us who care, that makes me retain hope in these troubling times.  

We must never, never, ever, allow those who wish to capitalise on our differences, (race, gender, belief systems, colour, whatever), for their own purposes to succeed.  We must needs see through the lies and fabrications used on those two irresponsible, immoral and shameless publishers, Twitter and Facebook, for what they are.  A mechanism for control.  A mechanism for creation of hate and discord.  We must needs see through all of this misdirection to the humanity that connects us all.  

Once we have done that, then my belief in the humanity of those around us will no longer just be a hope, it will be a reality.  

Continuing to show, to share, our common humanity is my (retained) hope for 2019 for you and yours.  

J J Mitchell

‘Never leave anyone behind’ 

Mixed feelings

Mixed feelings

I started writing this on 11 November, the day the Armistice was signed which brought the end to the First World War.  After millions of human beings, note the term, human beings, were killed, maimed, disfigured and mentally scarred.  For what?  A home fit for heroes?  Most went back to the same poverty they’d left when they’d joined up to protect their country from the enemies they’d been told they had.  

However, this isn’t about politics, this is about mixed feelings felt by the individual.  

The mixed feelings people have when they remember those who have died in war.  The First World War, the Second World War, Vietnam, Iraq, Israel, Egypt, Yemen, the list could go on.  And on.  And on.  The mixed feelings people have when they think about why people went to war and died.  The relief that people feel when they heard the loved one had died quickly.  The regret.  The anger at the waste.  The loss of someone you loved, knew, cared about.  All of that.  The relief when that person comes back apparently unharmed.  It needs to be remembered that the wounds might be hidden, sometimes for years.  We call it PTSD…

Then you have people having mixed feelings at a personal level.  When their Mum dies, or their Dad dies.  Or a friend you cared about lost a battle against an unwelcome ‘guest’ – liver cancer <here>  (Semper Fidelis, Bill.)  I find it with everyone I know, the mixed feelings they have when someone they love, or have known for what might be decades, is dying or suffering a lingering illness.  They love, care, respect them to the extent that they don’t want them to suffer.  They love, care, respect them to the extent that they want them to stay.  To remain and make them laugh.  To allow them to care.  To remain and continue to make them whole.  To complete, maintain the balance of their world.  

Then the person dies.  

It leaves those left behind feeling guilty that they wanted them to go and go quickly, with no pain, because although the body was there, the soul, the essence as it were, is no longer present.  And that’s where the mixed feelings come in.  Relief that the suffering is over;  anger at the person dying before you were ready to let them go;  guilt at wanting them to go because them staying was causing them physical and mental pain.  

Mixed feelings, eh?  Such a pain.  Such a load of confusion.  Such a maelstrom of emotions.  Good.  Bad.  Never indifferent.  

So very human.  

J J Mitchell

‘Never leave anyone behind’