Jamie Bevan, a Welsh language campaigner from Merthyr Tydfil, has been sentenced to 35 days behind bars for failing to pay £1,021 in damages after breaking into a Conservative Party Office in protest over S4C spending cuts. He was originally jailed last August to 7 days imprisonment for breaking into the office of Conservative MP Jonathan Evans and painting a slogan on a wall calling for a genuine television service for the Welsh speaking communitiies and citizens of Wales. According to Wales Online http://walesonline.co.uk/news/2012/08/13/welsh-langiage-activist-jailed-over-refusal-to-pay-english-only-fine-91466-31614597 he said he had complained to the Court Service three times but still recieved an English-only order after breaking into Tory MP Jonathan Evans office in North Cardiff in March last year.
He told Merthyr magistrates he had no " intention" of paying the fine despite having the means to do so and that it was a "privelege" to accept his punishment.
Rapturous applause from fellow campaigners swiftly turned to heckles as Bevan was jailed.
Presiding magistrate Owen Jenkins said he had no choice but to send Bevan to Jail and was then confronted by screams of injustice from the public gallery.
In a dramatic finish, Bevan, who had previously jailed for seven days for breaking a curfew, raised a fist high above him as he was escorted away.
Bethan Williams, chairwoman for Cymdeithas yr Iaith Gymraeg - the Welsh Language Society - then shouted " The system is oppressive- this court is oppressive" before being dragged from the court room.
Cymdeithas yr Iath Cymrag carries a report and the satement to the court by Jamie here:http://cymdeithas.org/cat_news.html:
" Over the last year and a half I have followed completely constitutional means in complaining about the patchy and fragmented Welsh language service from the courts and justice system. I have recieved apology after apology with assurances that the systems are being put in place to make sure that these so-called mistakes don't happen again. But the monoliigual letters continue, the phone service with a Welsh language option which leads nowhere, and the sneering and disrespect from the courts staff, the police and the security staff.
According to your language scheme, there is no right for a Welsh person to get a hearing in front of a Welsh language court. It says that you will try to get a hearing in front of a Welsh language court. It says that tou will try to provide a Welsh Language court, but if tou can't do that you will provide a translator.
Welsh speakers are under an enormous disadvantage when recieving a court hearing through the medium of a translator as a translator cannot enable the individual to communicate directly with the judge or magistrate. Actually, many lawyers advise their clients not to choose a Welsh language court case because they recognise that disadvantage. It's a disgraceful situation in the Wales of today.
Your language schemes also set out an employment strategy based on the area's language profile. So employing Welsh language speakers to enable to provide a Welsh language service depends on the percentage of local speakers and the whim of the court manager. How can you justify the fact that a Welsh person from Merthyr gets a deficient service while someone else in another part of the country recieves a better service? Welsh people in every part of Wales have a moral right to use Welsh to its fullest extent.
I have no intention of conforming. I have no intention of paying a single penny of the fine although I can do so easily finacially. Do as you please with me. I accept any result gladly."
Welsh transcript here
http://cymdeithas.org/2012/08/13/carchar_am_35_diwrnod_i_jamie_bevan.html
Let us also remember that before the General election, the Torys had promised that S4C would be safe in their hands, but is now facing a cut of 40%. What Mr Bevan was originally doin, was making a stand too against the Tory's savage austerity cuts.No one got hurt, he was carrying on a long tradition of non-violent protest. He has become an inspiration to many people here in Wales.
You could send a message of support and solidarity in the post to
Jamie Bevan
A9459CFBEVAN A459CFBEVAN
Carchar Caerdydd Cardiff Jail
HMP Caerdydd HMP Cardiff
1 Ffordd Knox 1 Knox Road
Supporters of Mr Bevan outside courthouse
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
Free Pussy Riot - Jamie Reid
It is our moral right to draw, play, shout, jump up and down, and speak freely and share with the world moral injustices.
See earlier post here
http://teifidancer-teifidancer.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/pussy-riot-in-prison-take-action-to.html
Petition in support of Pussy Riot
http://www.causes.com/causes/787323-free-pussy-riot-now-pussy-riot/actions/1670648
and from Amnesty International
http://takeaction.amnestyusa.org/siteapps/advocacy/ActionItem.aspx?c=6oJCLQPAJiJUG&b=6645049&aid=517749
Tolokonnikova, wearing T shirt with the famous slogan of the Spanish Civil War " No Pasaran" (They shall not Pass) emblazoned across it, arriving at recent court appearance.
Link to Jamie Reid's site
Monday, 13 August 2012
DEAR ATOS - Send us your messages for atos
On Wednesday 29th August, as part of the Atos Gameshttp://www.dpac.uk.net/2012/07/our-atos-games/, Disabled People Against Cuts will deliver a coffin full of your messages to the Atos headquarters in central London. Why? Because over 1,000 people have died after being found 'fit for work' by Atos.
Marking the fourth anniversary, the coffin will be delivered as a memorial. A minutes silence will also be held on the day.
More here
http://www.dpac.uk.net/2012/08/dear-atos-send-us-your-messages-for-atos/
This will all be happening at the same time as the Paralymics will be commencing, which David Cameron will use as a propoganda tool... cheering it on, while robbing many other disabled people of their benefits, in a festivity that is actually sponsored by, of all people Atos.
Personally speaking, the fear that Atos has inflicted on my friends and associates on a daily basis has been terryfying. I know of people who are simply trying to survive, I like to refer to them as survivors instead of victims. But some of these people who have been steadily making progress with their lives, are then set back because of Atos's sheer lack of compassion and empathy, no caring feeling is expressed by their daily actions. Simply doin the governments rotten work. Ordinary people are being made to suffer, because of Atos's thirst for profit, and people are dying. The actual assesments bear no resemblance to real life. And it is the most vulnerable members of our society,that are singled out and targeted, this I feel is unjust.
Atos because of the way they carry out their procedures, have been responsible for causing added misery, stress and anxiety to peoples daily lives. Some people I know who have been on incapacity Benefit, when making a new claim for one of the new benefits it has replaced, have not even had an assessment by an actual real person, their claim form simply processed by a computer in a dehumanising way... their G.Ps opinions tossed aside.
Atos assesments are simply not fit for purpose. we need a fair sytem that protects the sick and disabled that offers them dignity.
Their are a number of petitions on line addressing these issues, two of which you can find links to below
Ian Duncan Smith, Maria Miller, David Cameron: Stop Supporting Atos origin http://www.change.org/en-GB/petitions/ian-duncan-smith-maria-miller-david-cameron-stop-supporting-atos-origin
Stop and review the cuts to benefits and services which are falling disproportianately on disabled people, their carers and families
http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/20968
REMEMBER
Marking the fourth anniversary, the coffin will be delivered as a memorial. A minutes silence will also be held on the day.
More here
http://www.dpac.uk.net/2012/08/dear-atos-send-us-your-messages-for-atos/
This will all be happening at the same time as the Paralymics will be commencing, which David Cameron will use as a propoganda tool... cheering it on, while robbing many other disabled people of their benefits, in a festivity that is actually sponsored by, of all people Atos.
Personally speaking, the fear that Atos has inflicted on my friends and associates on a daily basis has been terryfying. I know of people who are simply trying to survive, I like to refer to them as survivors instead of victims. But some of these people who have been steadily making progress with their lives, are then set back because of Atos's sheer lack of compassion and empathy, no caring feeling is expressed by their daily actions. Simply doin the governments rotten work. Ordinary people are being made to suffer, because of Atos's thirst for profit, and people are dying. The actual assesments bear no resemblance to real life. And it is the most vulnerable members of our society,that are singled out and targeted, this I feel is unjust.
Atos because of the way they carry out their procedures, have been responsible for causing added misery, stress and anxiety to peoples daily lives. Some people I know who have been on incapacity Benefit, when making a new claim for one of the new benefits it has replaced, have not even had an assessment by an actual real person, their claim form simply processed by a computer in a dehumanising way... their G.Ps opinions tossed aside.
Atos assesments are simply not fit for purpose. we need a fair sytem that protects the sick and disabled that offers them dignity.
Their are a number of petitions on line addressing these issues, two of which you can find links to below
Ian Duncan Smith, Maria Miller, David Cameron: Stop Supporting Atos origin http://www.change.org/en-GB/petitions/ian-duncan-smith-maria-miller-david-cameron-stop-supporting-atos-origin
Stop and review the cuts to benefits and services which are falling disproportianately on disabled people, their carers and families
http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/20968
REMEMBER
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Bob Kaufman (18/4/25 - 12/1/81) - Believe,Believe
I couldn't resist mentioning William Blake today, today marks the anniversary of the death of this great poet and visionary. Today also marks my beloved dad's 80th birthday celebrations, apart from a tumble down the stairs recently he's doing fine. Both still continue to inspire me. I guess it was my dad, that taught me to question everything.... I don't think he thought I'd take it quite so literally though. I think he would have preferred if I had not spent so much time living on the margins.
But because of a healthy defiance of some of his thoughts too, long ago became attracted to other outsiders and outsiders who did not follow the straightened path, who's tokes of breath inhaled from unity's breath, whilst embracing the dislocations of the world's hypocricy, whilst retaining a thirst for dream. Who longed for social justice, another world.
I guess too I discovered a love of poetry too, as an act of defiance, my dad see has never really shared this enthusiam. Nevetheless it is because of him, I found a sort of identity, an anchorage, and for that I am always grateful.
Moving on, a poet who owes much debt to William Blake, is Mr Bob Kaufman, one of the hidden masters of the beats, who's words too continue to ignite my passions.
Born of a German Jewish father and a Native American Martinique Black Roman Catholic mother in New Orleans, April 18, 1925, Kaufman grew up speaking Cajun as well as English. His maternal grandmother, who'd come to America on a slave ship fom Africa, used to take him on long early morning walks. These early experiences and influences constantly appear in his work informing it with a deep personal empathy with minor cultures as well as with a wider rang of voice that is evident in most American poetry. He spent his life committed to a visionary echoe, never doing anything halfway, committed to wild abandon. His work owes a debt to Blake to , his words still provoking, so today happy birthday dad, hello William Blake...... here's to deepness and the delights of raw vision. Raging against conformity.
Believe, Believe
Believe in this, Young apple seeds,
In blue skies, radiating young breast,
Not in blue-suited insects
Infesting society's garments.
Believe in the swinging sounds of jazz,
Tearing the night into intricate shreds,
Putting it back together again,
In cool logical patterns,
Not in the sick controllers,
Who created only the Bomb.
Let the voices of dead poets
Ring louder in your ears
Than the screechings mouthed
In mildewed editorials.
Listen to the music of centuries,
Rising above the mushroom time.
William Blake - Angel of Revelation
See
The Ancient Rain: Poems 1956 - 1978 - Bob Kaufman
New Directions Press
1981
But because of a healthy defiance of some of his thoughts too, long ago became attracted to other outsiders and outsiders who did not follow the straightened path, who's tokes of breath inhaled from unity's breath, whilst embracing the dislocations of the world's hypocricy, whilst retaining a thirst for dream. Who longed for social justice, another world.
I guess too I discovered a love of poetry too, as an act of defiance, my dad see has never really shared this enthusiam. Nevetheless it is because of him, I found a sort of identity, an anchorage, and for that I am always grateful.
Moving on, a poet who owes much debt to William Blake, is Mr Bob Kaufman, one of the hidden masters of the beats, who's words too continue to ignite my passions.
Born of a German Jewish father and a Native American Martinique Black Roman Catholic mother in New Orleans, April 18, 1925, Kaufman grew up speaking Cajun as well as English. His maternal grandmother, who'd come to America on a slave ship fom Africa, used to take him on long early morning walks. These early experiences and influences constantly appear in his work informing it with a deep personal empathy with minor cultures as well as with a wider rang of voice that is evident in most American poetry. He spent his life committed to a visionary echoe, never doing anything halfway, committed to wild abandon. His work owes a debt to Blake to , his words still provoking, so today happy birthday dad, hello William Blake...... here's to deepness and the delights of raw vision. Raging against conformity.
Believe, Believe
Believe in this, Young apple seeds,
In blue skies, radiating young breast,
Not in blue-suited insects
Infesting society's garments.
Believe in the swinging sounds of jazz,
Tearing the night into intricate shreds,
Putting it back together again,
In cool logical patterns,
Not in the sick controllers,
Who created only the Bomb.
Let the voices of dead poets
Ring louder in your ears
Than the screechings mouthed
In mildewed editorials.
Listen to the music of centuries,
Rising above the mushroom time.
William Blake - Angel of Revelation
See
The Ancient Rain: Poems 1956 - 1978 - Bob Kaufman
New Directions Press
1981
Saturday, 11 August 2012
Olympic legacy London 2012 and some sweet Comedy Gold from seminal comedy duo Skint Video
Former Skint Video ( remember them, back in the day I thought they were absolutely fantastic, like a Left Wing Barren Knights, only personally speaking much better) member Gerry Mulligan on the Olympic Legacy. Remember Skint Video, I thought they were hilarious, still do in fact, tried looking for a tape of them I used to have, sadly lost, thank goodness to youtube. Saw them playing at many a benefit back in the day, supporting the likes of Billy Bragg, Redskins, and er Red Wedge.... Then I grew up , well for a little bit, thought I'd post a few favourites. Still find them hilarious.
Skint Video - about Thatcher Health Service Cuts
still somewhat topical
Skint Video - Billy Bragg, tribudy, half tribute, half parody
Skint Video- Bono pay your taxes, glastonbury 2011
Skint Video - Smiths parody glastonbury 84
I was in the audience smewhere high as a kite
my first glastonbury experience
Skint Video - Police Demo March, cops on 45
Friday, 10 August 2012
for some freedom of fairness
We are heading towards a transition
and we're supporting ourselves to go
w'ere not wasting our lives by tradition
cause we'll finally end up this show
Thursday, 9 August 2012
My Beloved Olive: Palestinian Farmers On their Land
This film, produced by the Union of Agricultural Work Committees in Palestine, explores the role of the olive in Palestinian farmers lives, and in the Palestinian economy, and the struggles of farmers to remain on their land and continue to harvest their olives in the face of the construction of the Apartheid wall, military occupation, settlement building, and land confiscation at the hands of yhe Israeli occupation, includes numerous interviews with Palestinian farmers.
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
Albert Camus (7/11/1893 -4/1/60) -Humanity's last Chance: Between hell and reason
Following Hiroshima Memorial Day, thought it would be fitting to publish this famous essay from Albert Camus originally published in the French Resistance Paper Combat 67 years ago on August 8th, 1945. At the time not as many people spoke with such clarity, it still to has much relevance. A warning that we should never forget.
' The world is what it is, which is to say, nothing much. That is what we all learned yesterday, thanks to the formidable chorus that radio, newspapers, and infomation agencies have just unleashed, regarding the atomic bomb. We are told, that in the midst of hundreds of enthusiastic commentaries, that any average sized city can be wiped out by a bomb the size of a football. American, English, and French newspapers are filled with elegant essays on the future, the past, the inventors, the cost, the peaceful incentives, even the military advantages, and the bombs independent character.
Our technical civilisation has just reached its greatest level of savagery. We will have to choose, soon, between collective suicide or the intelligent use of our scientific conquests.
Meanwhile we think there is something indecent in celebrating a discovery in this way, whose use has caused the most destruction that humanity has ever known. What will it bring to a world already given over to all the convulsions of violence, incapable of any control, indifferent to justice and simple human happiness, to a world where science devotes itself to organised murder?
These discoveries must be recorded, commented upon for what they surely are, announced to the world so that humanity may have a truthful idea of its desitiny. We cannot allow these terrible revelations to be surrounded by humourous or picturesque writings.
It was already hard to breathe in a tortured world. Here now is is new source of anquish being offered, without reservation, its last chance. And that could, after all, be the pretext for a special edition. But should be an occassion for a few reflections and a lot of silence.......
Lets be clear. If the Japanese capitulate after the destruction of Hiroshima due to intimidation, we will be glad of it. But we refuse to draw from such grave news anything other than the determination to plead even more energetically for a real international society in ,which great powers will not have rights superior to small or mid-sized ones, in which war, a scourge that has become definite through human intelligence alone; will not depend on the appetites or doctrines of this or that State.
Before the terryfying prospects now available to humanity, we see even more clearly that peace is the only fight worth struggling for. This is no longer a plea, but a demand to be made by all the people to their governments - a demand to choose definitely between hell and reason.'
Thanks to Jane
Further Reading
Camus at Combat
1944 -1947
Albert Camus, Jacqueline Levi Valensi,
David Carrol, Arthur Goldhammer
2007.
' The world is what it is, which is to say, nothing much. That is what we all learned yesterday, thanks to the formidable chorus that radio, newspapers, and infomation agencies have just unleashed, regarding the atomic bomb. We are told, that in the midst of hundreds of enthusiastic commentaries, that any average sized city can be wiped out by a bomb the size of a football. American, English, and French newspapers are filled with elegant essays on the future, the past, the inventors, the cost, the peaceful incentives, even the military advantages, and the bombs independent character.
Our technical civilisation has just reached its greatest level of savagery. We will have to choose, soon, between collective suicide or the intelligent use of our scientific conquests.
Meanwhile we think there is something indecent in celebrating a discovery in this way, whose use has caused the most destruction that humanity has ever known. What will it bring to a world already given over to all the convulsions of violence, incapable of any control, indifferent to justice and simple human happiness, to a world where science devotes itself to organised murder?
These discoveries must be recorded, commented upon for what they surely are, announced to the world so that humanity may have a truthful idea of its desitiny. We cannot allow these terrible revelations to be surrounded by humourous or picturesque writings.
It was already hard to breathe in a tortured world. Here now is is new source of anquish being offered, without reservation, its last chance. And that could, after all, be the pretext for a special edition. But should be an occassion for a few reflections and a lot of silence.......
Lets be clear. If the Japanese capitulate after the destruction of Hiroshima due to intimidation, we will be glad of it. But we refuse to draw from such grave news anything other than the determination to plead even more energetically for a real international society in ,which great powers will not have rights superior to small or mid-sized ones, in which war, a scourge that has become definite through human intelligence alone; will not depend on the appetites or doctrines of this or that State.
Before the terryfying prospects now available to humanity, we see even more clearly that peace is the only fight worth struggling for. This is no longer a plea, but a demand to be made by all the people to their governments - a demand to choose definitely between hell and reason.'
Further Reading
Camus at Combat
1944 -1947
Albert Camus, Jacqueline Levi Valensi,
David Carrol, Arthur Goldhammer
2007.
Monday, 6 August 2012
Denise Levertov (24/10/23 - 20/12/97) - Gathered at the River
Today marks the day that on August 6th , 1945, an atomic bomb was dropped on the Japanese City of Hiroshima, followed a few days later by another dropped on the city of Nagasaki. This effectively, ended World War II, but at such cost - the two cities were destroyed , about 2000,000 people were slaughtered, with many more people dying later from injuries and illnesses.
Today has now become a focus for anti-war and anti-nuclear discussions and demonstrations across the globe. We must never forget, and hope it never ever happens again.
As if the trees were not indifferent...
A breeze flutters the candles but the trees give off
a sense of listening, of hush.
The dust of August on their leaves.
But it grows dark. Their dark green
is something known about, not seen.
But summer twilight takes away
only color, not form. The tree-forms,
massive trunks and the great domed heads,
leaning in towards us, are visible,
a half-circle of attention.
They listen, because the war
we speak of , the human war with ourselves,
the war against earth
against nature,
is a war against them.
The wordsare spoken
of those who survived a while,
lying shadowgraphs, eyes fixed forever
on witnessed horror,
who survived to give
testimony, that no-ne
may plead ignorance.
Contra naturam. The trees,
the trees are not indifferent.
We intone together, Never again,
we stand in a circle,
singing, speaking, making vows,
remembering the dead
of Hiroshima,
of Nagasaki.
We are holding candles: we kneel to set them
afloat on the dark river
as they do there in Hiroshima. We are invoking
saints and prophets
heroes and heroines of justice and peace,
to be with us, to help us
stop the torment of our evil dreams. . .
*
Wind threathened flames bob on the current . . .
They don't get far from shore. But none capsizes
even in the swell of a boat's wake.
The waxy paper cups sheltering them
catch fire. But still the candles
sail their gold downstream.
And still the trees ponder our strange doings, as if
well aware that if we fail,
we fail also for them:
if our resolves and prayers are week and fail
there will be nothing left of their slow and innocent wisdom,
no roots
no bole nor branch,
no memory
of shade,
of leaf,
no pollen.
Today has now become a focus for anti-war and anti-nuclear discussions and demonstrations across the globe. We must never forget, and hope it never ever happens again.
As if the trees were not indifferent...
A breeze flutters the candles but the trees give off
a sense of listening, of hush.
The dust of August on their leaves.
But it grows dark. Their dark green
is something known about, not seen.
But summer twilight takes away
only color, not form. The tree-forms,
massive trunks and the great domed heads,
leaning in towards us, are visible,
a half-circle of attention.
They listen, because the war
we speak of , the human war with ourselves,
the war against earth
against nature,
is a war against them.
The wordsare spoken
of those who survived a while,
lying shadowgraphs, eyes fixed forever
on witnessed horror,
who survived to give
testimony, that no-ne
may plead ignorance.
Contra naturam. The trees,
the trees are not indifferent.
We intone together, Never again,
we stand in a circle,
singing, speaking, making vows,
remembering the dead
of Hiroshima,
of Nagasaki.
We are holding candles: we kneel to set them
afloat on the dark river
as they do there in Hiroshima. We are invoking
saints and prophets
heroes and heroines of justice and peace,
to be with us, to help us
stop the torment of our evil dreams. . .
*
Wind threathened flames bob on the current . . .
They don't get far from shore. But none capsizes
even in the swell of a boat's wake.
The waxy paper cups sheltering them
catch fire. But still the candles
sail their gold downstream.
And still the trees ponder our strange doings, as if
well aware that if we fail,
we fail also for them:
if our resolves and prayers are week and fail
there will be nothing left of their slow and innocent wisdom,
no roots
no bole nor branch,
no memory
of shade,
of leaf,
no pollen.
Link
to C.N.D
Cymru piece about
commemorations in Wales.
Poem reprinted from
Peace or Perish /A crisis Anthology
Poets for Peace, San Francisco, 1983
Friday, 3 August 2012
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