Corona purifies

Bare bones. That’s what we’re down to. The joints and marrow…

Stripped of image, distraction, routine. I’m left with me and you with you.

Is this some sick Darwinian trick of nature- leaving a burning hot ember to kick start society once again?

Is Mother Nature finally getting her own back and ruthlessly dismantling our putrid consumerism…giving humans back the time (we were so poor of) to simply kick back and get lost in the perennially pure azure skies …

The clean skies that have suddenly and miraculously returned. Like- now you see her, now you don’t.

The boundless skies robbed by flight companies and Our insatiable appetite for more and cheaper travel ‘experiences’.

Isn’t it shocking how little we need to survive? How things we don’t normally see, now take on seismic proportion in our day: a strangers smile, a bursting blossom, the gasping coldness of tap water, the closeness of 2 breathing bodies side by side-

Human touch

Now Heroic and Sacrificial

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Exams Kill.

I have some beautiful students.

Beautiful souls. Eager, delicate, in need of gentle guidance.

We debate, we reveal parts of our personalities, we experience time together…growing older together. Appreciating genius words, colliding with notions, crashing into history and showering us with emotion.

Don’t think for a second that my classroom is idyllic- it’s far from it. I get seriously wound up and so do they. I admit I’m a smothering Matriarch.

But it’s safe. I really work hard to make it emotionally safe.

Until we had to do out first assessment today configured loosely around GCSE exams.

Some of them literally crumbled before my eyes. They wilted. The stress was palpable and they’re 2 years off the real thing!

As teachers we act as a conduit for the extreme expectations of the management. The kids feel our intense burden of how do their books look, are they making adequate progress, are they engaging enough…how that makes Us look.

The current education system makes us care about our career and professional prowess over forming young minds.

It’s agonising to watch. Supremely painful to watch their bravado, their insight, their brilliant inference meld into a quivering wreck.

My bouncy, intuitive student couldn’t find a word to put to paper: despite my empathetic nudges, she had to leave the room, cry and tell me how much she cant cope with getting it wrong. I told her to chill and read a book.

Another boy, spent the whole lesson in sick bay after some sorry attempts of mine to prompt him.

So many students couldn’t remember their quotes and were flummoxed. Any hurdle tripped them up.

Others needed constant reminding sentence by sentence after weeks of prep.

We talk about building robust future citizens. I think this new exam heavy curriculum is creating a massive chasm of the haves and have nots.

The few who can do tests and the many who find the order too tall.

Yes I learnt some important pointers today about their low self esteem and the need to practise the complex requirements of exams in tiny swallowable chunks.

But this kind of pressure definitely takes the joy out of Learning.

Jeremy Corbyn is anti semitic so don’t vote Labour. RIGHT.

Boris Johnson called Muslim women letter boxes. So don’t vote Conservative.

This is the logic the anti Corbynite-Semetic movement are applying.

Jews don’t feel safe and it makes headline news to the point of impacting on an election mmmmmmmm

How safe do Muslim women feel? Their well being in the UK doesn’t make the front of the BBC news over and over and over.

In fact how safe do I feel as a Black woman? Completely vulnerable actually, not that anyone cares.

The difference between me, the Mulsim women Boris Johnson massacred and the Jews is We don’t have an equivalent of the Jewish Chronicle to voice the racism we endure at the hands of Jews and others in the establishment.

Another ‘spot the difference’ between me, my Muslim sister versus my Jewish compatriots, is we don’t have the economic power to get heard quick, destroy careers of genuine do gooders like Ken Livingstone (who gave me a Cambridge education for free) and JC (who unlike all politicians who we see sprawled over our screens campaigned for evil empires like Apartheid), or fill the obsequious boots of the establishment with trembling fear at the notion of us leaving the UK if the political party we abhor wins.

Money talks.

In fact, I think a lot of people in this country would say ‘good riddence’ if the racial likes of me and my Muskim sister departed from these British shores.

We suffer in silence. We are invisible. While anti semitism makes the headlines.

I won’t explain this one away as ‘Jews own the media’. Something we are all now banned from saying incase you lose your job, become ostracized by bullying and peer pressure that is being aggressively used in this election.

Political correctness controlled by the few, not the many.

What I will share is a story a lovely Jewish woman secretely told me when our teachers union were being squashed for being anti semetic, by Jewish teachers for supporting Palestenian schools; when the black teachers didn’t even turn up for these motions cause their cause and unfair treatment is irrelevant and unimportant, of course!!!!!

She said that she hated the way Jewish people go on and on and on about their suffering. It embarasses her and she violently opposes the way they go on and on in the media and the union.

She insisted I keep this quiet when with the Jewish teachers for fear of negative repercussions in her political life.

If a Jew said this, what hope have we got for a fair election?

New Report: Who Owns the UK Media in 2019?

https://www.forbes.com/sites/katevinton/2016/06/01/these-15-billionaires-own-americas-news-media-companies/

The Rugby Race

Go SA!

So excited for my people.

Unfortunately, unification as a people is a far from a sorted situ 😔

This video shows how much more needs to change but more interestingly poses essential questions about HOW

How do you redress imbalance. How do you say sorry. How do you acknowledge wrong doing. How do you challenge fundamental, ingrained prejudice. How do you up skill the deprived? Can sport and politics ever truly separate or are they conjoined twins?

Any answers?

The new and improved Africa land grab…

So the new imperialism starts again…circles are so frustrating and boring… this time Russia is the major player in carving up my Beloved Africa according to The New York Times.

Out with Western imperialism and in with Eastern style exploitation where they treat the colonised with ‘respect’ according to this article.

The responses to the NYT epitomise the greedy and sneaky attitude to Africa.. there’s an underlying assumption that we’re gonna be controlled… the question is who.

No.

I’m tired of being presented as a victim… coz that’s just not what Africans are. We’re beautiful, innovative and super nova clever.

Look at Botswana and their upward trajectory. The Africa Development Bank even states that a borderless Africa would make us more powerful on the global stage.

The way TNYT presents our plight reminds me of living in an abusive marriage where I’d lost so much confidence in my ability to be independent and so had those around me.

I had to forge new links, cut out the parasites, relate on my terms, to move forward and I am!!!I’m unrecognisable!!!! We need to stand on our own 2 feet and we can…

Grenfell… who will fall?

Failed. Those court findings fail.

They flail at putting the right people to resign, be publicly mocked, and punished.

The blame put on the Fire Brigade today makes me physically sick.

When all the money has been sucked out of public services in the name of Austerity,by the very idiots who call Brexit an effective use of public funds. mmmmm

When the fire brigade can only do what their funds dictate…. of course set by our government. Like the police, schools, hospitals how are they supposed to operate on no money?

The government are putting the working classes to death in this country through starving them of what they deserve because the only people who suffer in this public- service- starvation – are the penniless masses, not the decision makers, who probably have private health care and a skiing trip round the corner to look forward to.

It makes me sick that I volunteered at Grenfell for weeks and weeks and weeks helping in the community, wrote about it, yet none of the truth was leaked to our prestigious press…

Nothing was heard of the many more bodies that were seen by locals but not officially counted, of the mounds of victims who were illegally in the UK, of the weeks it took the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea to give the survivors food; my mates were doing it!!!!! Of the joke – public meetings where the top people at the council behaved like they were fresh out of a 1920s aristocratic film set.

They had no empathy, they were wooden, they didn’t know what they were talking about, their posh accents were just one of the painful reminders of the chasm between the Lord of the Manor and the Poor … How do such Etonites end up ‘representing’ those struggling and drowning in the poverty trap.

It’s a joke 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Me and Giselle…

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Dado Masilo’s production of Giselle is a force to be reckoned with.

What a privilege to see this beauty in action… It reminded me of home (being half South African) … hearing that distinct Zulu intonation and ascendent choral harmonies, seeing elements of the traditional dance and Kwaito, feeling the pain of Apartheid pulsating through the alcoholism depicted and exploitative family relationships, took me directly home to my own yard in Soweto.

The bold unison movement that punctuated Giselle’s personal tragedy reminded me and my Greek companion of the Ancient Chorus: powerful, hypnotic, overwhelmingly fatalistic …

Somehow, Dada’s characterisation spoke to me as a mixed race woman who’s never quite fitted in…searching desperately for somewhere to belong and being periodically abused by My Own along the way.

Most importantly, it reminded me that the revenge Giselle achieved in the spirit realm is a fantasy absolutely not worth chasing.

Giselle succeeded in seeking vengeance from her predators in the most potent, self – actualised, feministic fantasy – sort of way. But it just didn’t appeal to me as a path to go down. Giselle in the process lost her softness, her naivitie, her innocence which despite my own suffering, I hang into with all my Will. Bitterness is just not an option.

Let our abusers  hang themselves…. Life Will do the talking.