Another surreal year, not popped to local record shops as much as I've wanted too, due to partner and fathers illness, nevertheless, here are a few musical highlights that have managed to pick me up throughout the last year. In no particular order.
1; Leonard Cohen - You Want it darker
2;Radiohead - Moon shaped pool
3;Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - Skeleton Tree
4; David Bowie - Blackstar
5; Shirley Collins - lodestar
6;Cate le bon - Crab Day
7; Afro Celt Sound System - The Source
8;Yorkstone -Thorne - Khan- Everything Sacred
9; P J Harvey - Hope 6 Demolition Project
10;Rory McLeod and the Familiar Strangers - The Glee and the Spark
Tonight we surrender to silence
celebrate the joy and essence of life,
the radical act of giving
fabrics of truth released, fragile beauty lingering revealing the depths of reason,
cushioning and protecting
in simple acts of believing.
Mother nature we thank for giving touch and eyes to see,
the wonder of every sound magnified
the safety of companionship, as the breeze gently touches cheek and shadows play hide and seek, wide eyes cruising with intent passing tideless waves of time, in touch with the flames allows fingers to burn.
From sky above and adjoining stream mystic rovers journey on, touch the world with smiles beyond despair and hours forlorn, pour forth spirits of peace,sparks of reality pass rivers, lakes and mountains,
offer gifts of rejuvenation
carried on rainbow wings.
United in the ritual of believing across the clouds we ride,
in the morning to rise again
reconstruct roots, supplement need, clasping hands in devotion woven like tapestry a New Year sings,
love continues to be born
repetitive but so necessary,
contains all the infinite wonder we need
allows the touch of magic to haunt eternity. .
So sad to hear hat Lionel Blue has passed away aged 86. He made people more open and less fearful of
their sexuality. Taught us to ignore the haters, Lionel Blue, was the UK’s first openly gay rabbi who appeared on BBC
Radio 4 for 30 years during the Today show’s Thought for the Day
segment, died yesterday morning.
Lionel Blue was born in London's East End on 6 January 1930, the son of a
master tailor of Russian descent.He
was evacuated to a variety of places during the war and later went to
grammar school in north London and then to Balliol College, Oxford,
where he gained a degree in history.He abandoned an early
interest in theology for communism after hearing horrific stories from
fellow Jews who had fled Hitler's persecution.While at
university, the realisation that he was homosexual drove him to a
nervous breakdown, during which he tried to take his own life. He became
attached to the idea of becoming an Anglican monk but rediscovered his
own faith at a service in 1950.After much agonising , he decided to
become a rabbi, promptinge his mother to remark hat she had spent all
her time trying to ge him out of the ghetto and he was now jumping back
in.
Rabbi Lionel Blue was different, he was not a proselytiser for his own
religion, or even for religion in general, he talked about his doubts
and failures with warmth, humanity and gentle, self-deprecating humour.
He said, more than once, that his only aim when he broadcast, was to
make life more bearable for people getting out of bed on a Monday
morning and facing the everyday worries and problems of life, am glad that he for me managed to achieve this aim.Thank you Lionel Blue for sharing his humour, honesty and wisdom and his simple gentle home-spun faith who at last managed to take the pompousness out of religious broadcasting.
The London synagoge Beit Klal Yisrael announced Blue’s death on Facebook yesterday:
"It is with great sadness that we announce the death of Rabbi Lionel Blue OBE, who died in the early hours of this morning.
Lionel was a wonderful &
inspirational man, who spoke with such wisdom and humour and whose words
reached out far beyond the Jewish Community.He was a friend and mentor to many and his courage in coming out as gay
in the 1970s paved the way for many other Jews, including many Rabbis.
Miguel Piñero was born in Gurabo, Puerto Rico on this day December 19th 1946.
With his parents he arrived in New York at the age of 4 and following
the desertion of his father in 1954, Manuel and his mother moved into a
basement and had to live off welfare. At school, Piñero was a troubled child. He was transferred to three
different schools because of truancy. He learned how to survive in the
tough streets as the hip youth, “Mickey.”
Piñero’s early influences included his mother who was a novice fiction
writer and like his father, loved to tell stories. Piñero also wrote
small pieces of fiction during his youth. However, his passion for
fiction did not keep him from crime and drugs. He gained the first of what would be many
criminal convictions for theft. This was at the age of eleven. He was
sent to the Juvenile Detention Center in the Bronx. Subsequently Piñero
joined a street gang called "The Dragons" and by the time he was 14 he
was hustling in the streets. Piñero was a drug addict before he reached
his 20s and had a long criminal record.
By 1972 when Piñero was 25 he was incarcerated in the notorious Sing
Sing Prison. This was for armed robbery. Ir was while serving time in
prison that he wrote the powerful play Short Eyes as part of a
playwriting workshop for inmates. The play is based on his experiences
in prison and portrays life and death among prison inmates.Two years later, this play would catapult him into literary fame with it winning the New York Critics Circle Award and was subsequently made into a film.
Piñero continued to write after he
left prison and he also began to act with small film roles.Piñero turned his attention to mentoring young Puerto Rican youth. He
turned his apartment into an informal outreach center for at-risk
youths. He mentored them in writing and was determined to increase their
self-confidence as “Nuyoricans,” or Puerto Ricans living as racialized
and impoverished minorities in New York. In the 1970s, Piñero co-founded the Nuyorican ("New York-Puerto Rican")
Poets Cafe with a group of artists including Miguel Algarin, who became
one of his best friends. The Poets Cafe is a place for performance of
poetry based on the experience of being a Puerto Rican in New York, where poets who recited their fierce,
streetwise verses from the tiny stage of the Nuyorican cafe on the lower
East Side in a gritty, urban style that is said to have been a
precursor to rap and hip hop.
Pinero was by now considered a talented writer who could describe the
evils of society. This was despite his continued drug addiction.A poet as well as a playwright, his influence as a pioneering voice for Latino artistic expression ran parallel to his unrepentent relish for narcotics, impulsive crime, transgressive sex and other forms of bad behaviour.
He stood his marginalised ground to unmask the hypocricy of mainstream society to attack the basis of Capitalism and American imperialism.His poems were composed and performed for his people, his neighbours, often to educate and connect the dots from capitalism, to racism and labor exploitation. For the irreverent Piñero, God created all that is ugly in the world. God is the greatest Capitalist of them all, and arch hypocrite.
He also wrote a bunch of TV scripts, and had supporting roles in a number of films, most notably the must-see Fort Apache, The Bronx (1981), alongside Paul Newman. He also played the part of drug lord Esteban Calderone in several episodes of TV series Miami Vice in 1984, as well as writing the episode “Smuggler’s Blues” in the same year, for a time embraced and welcomed by the American establishment. But through it all, Miquel remained a junky, and continuously trolled the
streets of the Lower East Side on an endless search for dope.
Unable to fit in and labelled a criminal, in his life and art he lashed back as an outlaw. It was from this stance that he embarked on attacking and protesting injustice, racial and economic oppression and hypocricy as an outlaw poet situated outside of societal norm. He was before his time, and his work has a special quality because he
wrote about real people that other writers can only imagine, because of his
knowledge of the street, he was able to get within the human psyche and
bring that information to the page. A poet who was a product of this real cruel world, who
blessed us with an insider view of a life that many people could only imagine.
Piñero died on 16th June 1988 in New York City aged 41 of cirrhosis of the liver, still seeking his cause and his ashes were
scattered across the Lower East Side of Manhattan. His life was made
into a movie (Pinero) in 2001 and the part of Miguel Piñero was portrayed by
Benjamin Bratt. The film was directed by Leon Ichaso.To many, the film commemorated the lifelong accomplishments of one of most important of Puerto Rican American writers.
The Records of Time
Two hundred fifty million years ago, long before the recorded history
of man, someone sat down and recorded it; And this man's name was
Time, and so it was only right that he should call his writings
"records" and add his name to history.Time, a young and ambitious
energy, lived in the summer hills of the Antarctic. He lived near a wise
old gentleman named His Story and his wife Truth, and their two sons
Hypocricy and Reality. Truth was a very blunt woman who always
tried her best to please all her family and friends, and being such a
pleasing woman, she always ended up on the bottom of the list and
was chosen by His Story to be in the kitchen doing dirty dishes.At
places she would try to get away from the kichen cand take Reality
for a day at the amusement center. Though she loved her family
equally, she had a certain affection for Reality, because everyone
in the community was afraid of him ( for reasons known only to
Unknown, a distant uncle) and she always tried her most to be with
him to comfort his loneliness. But that was only once in three
lifecycles that she would enjoy taking Reality in hand and walk on
the beaches of the North Lifeantic ocean and the earth would shake
with pleasure, as well as pain for both of them - Pain was there only
because Earth had some wildnotion that ther's a pain in pleasure and
so on, Once Truth and Reality were abot to leave the house to
buy a new set of garments of the spring. His Story caught them at
the door with faithfull Hypocricy at his right side ( they were more like
brothers under the skin than like Father and son). They began to
accuse them of not loving them enough, and to give foundation
to their argumented, they enlisted the aid of the poker-playing buddies,
Shame, Guilt, and Complexes. Reality ran out of the door, and Truth
stayed behind after much verbal abuse. She succumbed to their will
and hid the dirty laundry.That night, feeling very relieved of a
heavy burden, His Story and Hypocricy spent the night at Coward's
Bar and Grill where they celebrated their chained freedom, drinking lies
and making passionate love to the whore Cheat. This is where His
Story met Time. With the fumes of lies in their head, Time and His
Story became pretty good companions. They all sat around listening
to Hypocricy tell tales. Greed and Opportunity, two men who shared
the work of the lower forty's had stepped through the door and,
picking up the good vibes surrounding the table of His Story,
bought a round of lies for the group and stood drugged at the words
of Hypocrisy, a heavy rapper-in fact his nickname was Quibber with
the Jibbers. Opportunity hit upon an idea on how to become immortal
and ran it to Greed, who told His Story and Hypocricy, and Time was
jotting it all down for his records. Simultaneously they saw Reality
passing by the front of Coward's window dispay and fought among
each other for the richness of it all. His Story, having the most
intelligence and just plain goog old game, told them that he had the
secret of immortality and that their was only room for one more in
the zone of immortality. Being a fair man, he declared that whoever
came to his house with the largest number of followers would share
the bed with the secret of immortalit, his wife Truth. Greed,
Opportunity, and Hypocricy jumped out of their chairs and raced out
the door in a mad dash for followes, circling the globr a million ways
in charades. Hypocricy crawled, Greed took to the winds, Opportunity
sailed the seas, while His Story laughed at the tears his wife Truth
would shed, and time- well Time, he just stood still...
La Bodega Sold Dreams
dreamt i was a poet
and
writin' silver sailin' songs
words
strong and powerful crashin' thru
walls of steel and concrete
erected in minds weak
and
those asleep
replacin' a hobby of paper candy
wrappin', collectin'
potent to ' pregnate sterile young
thoughts
i dreamt i was this poet
words glitterin' brite and bold
strikin' a new rush for god
in las bodegas
wher our poets' words and songs
are sung
but
sunlite stealin' thru venetian
blinds
eyes hatin', workin' off time
clock
sweatin'
and swearin'
and
slavin'
for the final dime
runnin' a maze
a token ride
perspiration insultin' poets'
pride
words stoppin' on red
goin' on green
poets' dreams
endin' in a factory as one
in a million
unseen
buyin' bodega sold dreams ...
Seekin' The Cause
he was Dead
he never Lived
died
died
he died seekin' a Cause
seekin' the Cause
because
he said
he never saw the cause
but he heard
the cause
heard the cryin' of hungry ghetto children
heard the warnin' from Malcolm
heard the tractors pave new routes to new prisons
died seekin' the Cause
seekin' a Cause
he was dead on arrival
he never really Lived
uptown . . . downtown . . . crosstown
body was round all over town
seekin' the Cause
thinkin' the Cause was 75 dollars & gator shoes
thinkin' the Cause was sellin' the white lady to black
children
thinkin' the cause is to be found in gypsy rose or j. b.
or dealin' wacky weed
and singin' du-wops in the park after some chi-chiba
he died seekin' the Cause
died seekin' a Cause
and the Cause was dyin' seekin' him
and the Cause was dyin' seekin' him
and the Cause was dyin' seekin' him
he wanted a color t. v.
wanted a silk on silk suit
Seeking the cause (2001)
A Lower Eastside Poem
Just once before I die
I want to climb up on a
tenement sky
to dream my lungs out till
I cry
then scatter my ashes thru
the Lower East Side.
So let me sing my song tonight
let me feel out of sight
and let all eyes be dry
when they scatter my ashes thru
the Lower East Side.
From Houston to 14th Street
from Second Avenue to the mighty D
here the hustlers & suckers meet
the ****s & freaks will all get
high
on the ashes that have been scattered
thru the Lower East Side.
There's no other place for me to be
there's no other place that I can see
there's no other town around that
brings you up or keeps you down
no food little heat sweeps by
fancy cars & pimps' bars & juke saloons
& greasy spoons make my spirits fly
with my ashes scattered thru the
Lower East Side . . .
A thief, a junkie I've been
committed every known sin
Jews and Gentiles . . . Bums & Men
of style . . . run away child
police shooting wild . . .
mother's futile wails . . . pushers
making sales . . . dope wheelers
& cocaine dealers . . . smoking pot
streets are hot & feed off those who bleed to death . . .
all that's true
all that's true
all that is true
but this ain't no lie
when I ask that my ashes be scattered thru
the Lower East Side.
So here I am, look at me
I stand proud as you can see
pleased to be from the Lower East
a street fighting man
a problem of this land
I am the Philosopher of the Criminal Mind
a dweller of prison time
a cancer of Rockefeller's ghettocide
this concrete tomb is my home
to belong to survive you gotta be strong
you can't be shy less without request
someone will scatter your ashes thru
the Lower East Side.
I don't wanna be buried in Puerto Rico
I don't wanna rest in Long Island Cemetery
I wanna be near the stabbing shooting
gambling fighting & unnatural dying
& new birth crying
so please when I die . . .
don't take me far away
keep me near by
take my ashes and scatter them thru out
the Lower East Side . . .
The Book of Genesis According to St. Miguelito
Before the beginning
God created God
In the beginning
God created the ghettos & slums
and God saw this was good.
So God said,
"Let there be more ghettos & slums"
and there were more ghettos & slums.
But God saw this was plain
so
to decorate it
God created leadbase paint and then
God commanded the rivers of garbage & filth
to flow gracefully through the ghettos.
On the third day
because on the second day God was out of town
On the third day
God's nose was running
& his jones was coming down and God
in his all knowing wisdom
knew he was sick
he needed a fix
so God
created the backyards of the ghettos
& the alleys of the slums
in heroin & cocaine
and
with his divine wisdom & grace
God created hepatitis
who begat lockjaw
who begat malaria
who begat degradation
who begat
GENOCIDE
and God knew this was good
in fact God knew things couldn't git better
but he decided to try anyway
On the fourth day
God was riding around Harlem in a gypsy cab
when he created the people
and he created these beings in ethnic proportion
but he saw the people lonely & hungry
and from his eminent rectum
he created a companion for these people
and he called this companion
capitalism
who begat racism
who begat exploitation
who begat male chauvinism
who begat machismo
who begat imperialism
who begat colonialism
who begat wall street
who begat foreign wars
and God knew
and God saw
and God felt this was extra good
and God said
VAYAAAAAAA
On the fifth day
the people kneeled
the people prayed
the people begged
and this manifested itself in a petition
a letter to the editor
to know why? WHY? WHY? qué pasa babyyyyy?????
and God said,
"My fellow subjects
let me make one thing perfectly clear
by saying this about that:
NO . . .. . .. . ..COMMENT!"
but on the sixth day God spoke to the people
he said . . . "PEOPLE!!!
the ghettos & the slums
& all the other great things I've created
will have dominion over thee
and then
he commanded the ghettos & slums
and all the other great things he created
to multiply
and they multiplied
On the seventh day God was tired
so he called in sick
collected his overtime pay
a paid vacation included
But before God got on that t. w. a.
for the sunny beaches of Puerto Rico
He noticed his main man Satan
planting the learning trees of consciousness
around his ghetto edens
so God called a news conference
on a state of the heavens address
on a coast to coast national t. v. hook up
and God told the people
to be
COOL
and the people were cool
and the people kept cool
and the people are cool
and the people stay cool
and God said
Vaya . .…
"In 1945 Aneurin Bevan said: ‘We have been the dreamers, we have been
the sufferers, and now, we are the builders.’ And my God, how they
built. And what they built. Every bit as much a wonder of the world as
any architectural marvel, or any natural miracle … The National Health
Service. A truly monumental vision. The result of true representation.
Of real advocacy. A symbol of equality, of fairness, and of compassion. The nation that swept the postwar Labour government into power was made up of people who had faced the horrors
and the hardships of the second world war. And had bound together as one
community to overcome them. They had been sustained and inspired by
their feeling of comradeship, and their sense of responsibility for
their fellow man and woman. Compelled to help those in need and those
struggling in the face of hardship. These were the experiences that shaped them, and this was the vision
of life that the welfare state was born out of. Faced with an enemy that
sought only to divide, the National Health Service strove for unity.
Where they traded in fear-mongering, and blame, and exploitation of the
vulnerable, the NHS represented compassion, and generosity, and
acceptance. Where they slavered with voracious self-interest, the NHS symbolised courageous self-sacrifice for the good of all. In his book In Place of Fear, Bevan said: ‘The collective principle
asserts that no society can legitimately call itself civilised if a sick
person is denied medical aid because of lack of means.’ ‘No society can legitimately call itself civilised’: now that begs
the question, what sort of society do we want to be? What is our vision
for ourselves? What are the qualities and the principles that we aspire
towards, and choose to defend? Because it is a choice. Do we want to be a society that is fractured,
divided, disconnected? Do we want to be a society that is suspicious
and mistrustful of its own people? A society that is exploitative, that
sees people as commodities, as numbers. Mere instruments of profit, to
be used while they have use, drained of whatever they can offer, and
when they are seen as no longer useful, just abandoned, cut adrift.
Preferably unseen and never again heard from.
Or … or … do we want to be a society where each person is recognised?
Where all are equal in worth and value. And where that value is not
purely a monetary one. A society that is supportive, that is inclusive
and compassionate. Where it is acknowledged that not all can prosper.
Where those who are most vulnerable, most in need of help, are not seen
as lazy, or scrounging, or robbing the rest of us for whatever they can
get. Where we … we do not turn our backs on those facing hard times. We
do not abandon them or exploit their weakness. Because they are us. If
not now, then at some point, and inevitably, they are us. We are not afraid to acknowledge that we can be ailing, that we can
find ourselves weak, that we can be infirm, and that we all at some
point need help. We don’t shy away from this hard truth, we embrace it.
Because in that way, together, we are always strong. We leave no one
behind. We only say we’ve crossed the finish line when the last of us
does. Because no one is alone. And there is such a thing as society. This is what I believe to be Aneurin Bevan’s vision of a living tapestry of a mixed community, as he said. At a time now, when people mistrust politicians as being too
professional, too disconnected, no longer representing the voice of the
people they have been elected to serve but more likely to represent the
voice of wherever the money is. No longer standing for anything
meaningful, or inspired by strongly held beliefs. At a time like this a man like Aneurin Bevan seems like a mythical
creature. Like a unicorn perhaps. Or perhaps more fittingly, a dragon.
He didn’t care what the polls were saying. He didn’t worry about his PR,
or what the current popular trends might be. His vision was long term.
It was far-reaching, visionary in its scope and revolutionary in its
effects. He had cast iron integrity and a raging passion. This was a man who had no fear in standing up for what he believed
in. And he made no bones about how he felt. This was a man who publicly
stated: ‘No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical, or social
seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep, burning hatred for the
Tory party.’ In today’s political climate, where politicians are careful,
tentative, scared of saying what they feel for fear of alienating a part
of the electorate; where under the excuse of trying to appear
electable, all parties drift into a morass of bland neutrality; and the
real deals, the real values we suspect, are kept behind closed doors –
is it any wonder that people feel there is very little to choose
between? Bevan said: ‘We know what happens to people who stay in the
middle of the road. They get run down.’ So when people are too scared to say what they really mean, when
they’re too careful to speak from their hearts, when integrity is too
much of a risk, it’s no surprise that people feel disengaged with
politics. There is never an excuse to not speak up for what you think is right.
You must stand up for what you believe. But first of all – by God,
believe in something. Because there are plenty out there who believe in grabbing as much as
they can for themselves. "Constantly sniffing around for markets to
exploit, for weakness to expose. They won’t say it, of course – they’re
too smart for that. No one says they want to get rid of the NHS. Everyone praises it,
across all parties. It is about as powerful a symbol of goodness that we
have, so it would be too dangerous not to. But for decades now, there
has nevertheless been a systematic undermining of its core values. This is beyond party politics. The Labour government arguably did as much damage to the NHS as any Tory or coalition-led one. This is about who we want to be as a nation, and what we believe is
worth fighting for. Too many people have given too much, and fought too
hard, for us to give away what they achieved and to be left with so very
little. To those across the whole party political spectrum, and to anyone in
any position of power or authority, I ask you to search your heart, and
look at who and what you serve. To those who have discarded all principles, save that of profit
before all else; to those who have turned their backs on the very idea
of a truly democratic society, and aligned themselves to nothing but
self-interest; to those who have betrayed the vision of equality, and
justice, and compassion for all – that vision that provided the crucible
from which came forth the National Health Service – I say to you, as
Aneurin Bevan said in Trafalgar Square in 1956: you have besmirched the
name of Britain; you have made us ashamed of the things of which
formerly we were proud; you have offended against every principle of
decency and there is only way in which you can even begin to restore
your tarnished reputation. Get out. Get out! Get ... out! "
Tredegar, March 1, 2016
A brilliant passionate speech from Michael Sheen earlier this year,who has announced that he's to quit acting in favour of becoming a full-time activist. His decision was inspired by the disturbing rise of far-right
populism and will see him uproot his life in Los Angeles to combat the
wave of "demagogic, fascistic" politics he believes has engulfed the
West over the past decade.So good to hear someone actually standing up to be counted while our electoral representatives daily do nothing. "The collective principle asserts that no society can legitimately call
itself civilised if a sick person is denied medical aid because of lack
of means"
There is simply no answer to that. Pure unadalturated truth.
Happy birthday today to Chelsea Manning as she spends her 29th birthday and seventh year in prison in a row as Christmas fast approahes..
Manning is a trans woman, ex-military analyst, who leaked hundreds of thousands of documents to Wikileaks exposing the truth about US, UK and other governments’ war crimes and corruption in Afghanistan, Haiti, Iraq, Israel and the Palestinian Authority, Peru, Venezuela who received a 35 year prison
sentence in July 2013 for violations of the Espionage Act, after making
public, the largest set of classified documents ever leaked.
Chelsea's mother, Susan Fox, was from Haverfordwest and met his
American serviceman father while he was stationed at the nearby Cawdor
Barracks. Chelsea returned to Wales with his mother, after his parents
were divorced and attended the Tasker Millward secondary school in
Haverfordwest.
Chelsea needs our support urgently,she has twice tried to commit suicide in prison, the second time after
being thrown into solitary confinement for her first suicide
attempt. One of her lawyers, Chase Strangio said: “She has repeatedly been punished for trying to survive and now is being repeatedly punished for trying to die.”
We must send a strong message to the US military and Obama that their torture of Chelsea must stop. We must get her out. Chelsea is part pf a great movement of thousands of whistleblowers who have revealed abuses and demanded their rights. In the face of everything, Chelsea engages with the world, models
accountability, transparency and camaraderie, and imagines a more just
future. Even as she is punished when she fights to live or chooses to
try to die — Chelsea dares to claim her truth. She does not give up or
give in and we are all better for it.From prison Chelsea has written against police killing young people of colour in the US and in support of immigrants and refugess, including queer and trans people.
For the past 6 years , every times she has come under threat , people in many countries have come together and organised vigils and protests.Petitions have reached over 100,000 signatures in a matter of days. Chelsea is now appealing to Obama "to commute her sentence to time served." https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/commute-chelsea-mannings-sentence-time-served-1
A surge of tens of thousands of supporters pushed this WhiteHouse.gov
petition for Chelsea over the 100,000 finish line as the December 14th
deadline neared. Now, we're waiting for the White House to respond to
our petition. In just over a month, President Obama will leave office turning over the
government to a Trump administration. Before he does, he has a chance
to free Chelsea, to commute her sentence, and to,in her own words, give her “a first chance to live … life outside the USDB as the person [she] was born to be.”
Read Chelsea's moving statement and the letters of support from Daniel Ellberg, Glen Greenwald, and David Morris here:-
.https://www.documentcloud.org/documents/3217536-Chelsea-Manning-Commutation-Application.html
Chelsea E.Manning 89289
1300 North Warehouse Road
Fort Leavenworth,
Kansas
66027-2304
Her fight is ours, because she has helped us wake up to stand up for our rights and justice.Join me in wishing Chelsea a happy birthday and calling on President Obama to free her.
Ia Amazon the new scrooge? Am only asking after having read the shocking news this week that wage slaves at the mail order monopolist's distribution centre, workers in Fife, were seen camping in woods near to the gigantic warehouse who according to the Unite Trade Union were forced to camp there because of distances they had to travel to work and in order to save money on commuting.
Such a tragic image. After picking and packing useless consumer items, walking up and down the aisles ,slaving for hours at end of day have to face conditions like this." The safety and wellbeng of our permaneny and temporary associates is our number one prority," Amazon said,
The Fife warehouse workers allegedly have to pay £10 per day to take company-arranged buses to work,
and receive hourly pay of £7.35 ($9.33), according to an Amazon
spokesperson quoted by the Courier, with overtime of £11 ($13.95) an
hour. In an eight-hour shift without overtime, that means 17% of their
daily wages go to transportation.
Workers are also given only one break of 15 minutes and another of 20 minutes per
eight-hour shift and told they had to notify staff when going to the
toilet. Amazon said workers wanted the shorter breaks in exchange for
shorter shift.Workers have two lunch options though: Bring your own, or buy a meal from one
of dozens of vending machines stocked with mediocre microwavable meals
like burgers and hot dogs. And good luck heating up
the food. The warehouses are hot stuffy places,where it is also claimed that staff are made to wear digital terminals on their arms
which track their movements and there are no regular breaks combined with the low wages. This follows previous warnings by the GMB Union that Staff at Amazon’s UK operation have developed physical and mental
illnesses because of the “regimes” they work under, treating their employees like automatons in a pure thirst for profit driven basis.
Employees are braving sub-zero temperatures to save money on travel
costs so they can continue working for the company, which does not pay
staff a living wage.
Workers sleeping in woods near the warehouse
Have the lessons of a more Dickensian world not been learned. As amazon like to go on about its fairness, many of us increasingly recognise it as one of the biggest slave drivers of our time .
But in using their services, it makes us all complicit, and in the end only have ourselves to blame. We have helped it amass its enormous power, and havesimply sat by as it destroys bookshops, our language, in a morality-free zone.Because of the sake of so called convenience, all who use its services , support and help too with their continuing dubious moral practices.
The prices on Amazon’s website may seem amazingly cheap, but these
savings come primarily from publishers, who are squeezed for every
penny, as Amazon forces them to supply them at rates so low that it
leaves authors and publishers out of pocket – particularly damaging
smaller publishing houses. Amazon a long running tax avoider's dominance of the market means that
publishers have little choice but to comply with their demands.
Amazon are a company on a mission: to completely dominate the online
shopping marketplace. Not content with selling books, DVDs, music, DIY
tools, electronic equipment and clothes, Amazon have also recently
started selling groceries in bulk. But that’s not all - Amazon has also
taken on online payment companies such as PayPal with its ‘Amazon
Payments’ service, further extending its attempt to control all aspects
of online retail. Monopolies are always a dangerous thing – the more
power they have, the more they will use it get their own way at the
expense of workers rights. To continue its ruthless intention to undercut as much as possible, in order to protect its monopoly, as best as possible..
Can this new scrooge, ever be stopped in its tracks?
