Gagged, But Only for Now in Not Complying with the Class Pecking Order

By Dawn M. Sanders

How can one begin the healing process after ten plus years of being demonised and shackled by a system which treats single mothers or families from marginalised communities with heavy-handed control and the distain one would expect as a criminal or pariah, just for daring to stand up for our human rights and the truth?

Just in writing this piece alone is where I start, but there is anything but closure…

When I published this long-form piece in Barriers to Bridges – the online magazine I previously founded, not only did it fail to get the exposure it needed to draw attention to something rarely reported by mainstream or even alternative outlets, following on it has only been half the story.

As the above piece is long-form, I will just summarise – it provides a snapshot into the life I built raising my son as a single mum. His additional needs became more complex as he grew with diagnoses and intervention, but we had love and support in the early years.

He thrived at his special school, had a rich and alternative childhood and formative years, but then the tidal wave of change which caged a young bird just as his wings were about to spread has scarred us both for life.

When I wrote the piece in 2023 it had already dragged on for seven agonising years – the face-to-face lies which became courtroom lies; the demonising and framing me, a mother with a visual impairment; as an ogre, the disproportionate and blatant bias of a judge who had already made his decision before the hearings. The opposing parties  barely played the charade of courtroom pleasantries, as their job was and always is, to smear the accused, the defendant, by reducing them to mere scapegoats for a system which fundamentally failed my son, but remember this was not a criminal case of abuse. If anyone has been abused in this scenario it has been my son and I. It was and still is, a game I refused to play so my son and I have paid the price.

I just hope anyone reading this synopsis of the whole ordeal, will take time to read the above article. Since that piece was published, there were several episodes of my son protesting for hours before getting in the car to be driven back up to his life of misery after weekends of visiting me, by the next year I refused to allow him to be taken back, a court order mandated him staying here and he now is living with me, as I recently found us a larger accommodation so his support workers have a bedroom and everyone has plenty of space. Oh, but you can better believe the vultures, as I’ve dubbed them for many years, didn’t like it.

Suffice to know, the hearings have continued and the new local authority where we reside are just as corrupt if not worse as the first where we moved to in 2010 and finally pulled my son from their authoritarian clutches.

As the current local authority spent several hearings blundering, spitting out half-baked mudballs at me – making things up and changing their position as they went along, they had opportunity after opportunity in hearing after hearing. Yet, – they brought nothing to the table, as they wanted to move my son again against his will – even after I had just found us our new rented house. At the final hearing, for now according to the court, when the local authority seemed to come to some kind of coherence, the judge halted further hearings – preventing me from giving evidence to confirm and set the record straight on false allegations set against me. So busy were the other parties hellbent on painting me as a difficult monster, not a single word was spoken on further efforts I had just made in addition to the lengthy battle, to improve our living situation.

In fact, if ever there was a blatant example of a spokesman for the judicial system spelling out how single mums on low incomes should ‘know their place’ – it came when, in the closing spoken statement, ‘so, Ms. Sanders has found a property, a necessary move, calling the shots’…

A’hum, no I’m not supposed to “call the shots” or be proactive as an educated and conscientious mother, I’m supposed to keep my head down and do what I’m told and let the ‘big people’ make all the decisions.

It was beyond nauseating and finally reached the point I couldn’t take anymore, so I left the remote hearing before it ended.

I’m not filling in all the gaps here, as I’ve at last reached the point where I need to move on, get myself back, ensure my son’s healing, wellbeing and recovery from his lost years are compensated for, with love, attention and self-fulfilment, but the process is slow.

I’ve decided to do what I have always intended, especially the longer the saga has dragged on and the more hurt and pain we have endured – I’m writing a book to chronical absolutely everything…

I have just this week reached out to Facebook groups for advice on starting the whole process. I’m returning to my journalism and authoring the book which already has a title and the same talented friend who designed the magazine covers of Barriers to Bridges, has agreed to design the book cover.

The plan is in the early stages as I consider appealing the case as well as, in a final attempt at autonomy in regaining responsibility of my son’s finances from the hands of the state vultures who took it from me some years ago.

Susan Hotin Renard wrote profound words of encouragement on the

Facebook group where I hinted at what the book would be addressing:

     “I’m so sorry for what you’ve experienced. What you describe is something that frustrates me to no end here in the US as well.

The systematic dismantling of families by every means possible — through money, housing, food, medical care, and most of all, instability. It feels bound to become the very thing that erodes a culture’s humanity.

And you’re holding that story in your hands.”

Please visit this link and consider donating to the crowd-funder I’ve set up for obtaining legal aid funds for appointee-ship of my son’s finances in releasing the chokehold in this crucial area of his basic rights.

Division and the Solidarity of Pushback Politics in an Age of Bewilderment

By Dawn M. Sanders

Nearly 60 years provides just a snapshot into how the US war machine was challenged, the tightening of the noose on the throat of dissent and the gags on peaceful protest as the war machine has multiplied and gathered strength across regions, trickling down to communities everywhere.

On the 28th March, 2026 half a million marched against fascism in London – I was there at the Together Alliance demonstration, while bombs were flying across borders in the Middle East. So, with the current stand-off between the US, Israel and Iran, I can’t help reflecting how after 9/11, twenty-five years on and, no lesson learnt is paving the way for disaster.

Standing in Solidarity
Standing in Solidarity

Sitting at Whitehall at the Together Alliance march, the pushback against fascism was repeatedly recounted – from the Battle of Cable Street in London’s east end against the blackshirts and every successive incarnation of fascist/racist groups decade after decade in the UK alone –  right up to today’s toxic brand.

Migrants are not the problem
Refugees are not the problem

So when I read this slice of history from the eastern side of the US, how a network of draft resisters, AKA the Buffalo Raiders, mainly Catholics, it stuck in my washing machine mind. Being of Catholic backgrounds wasn’t what grabbed me upon reading the story, it was simply during another time when the war machine of the US was raging under Lyndon B. Johnson, I came into being in ‘67 and at a time when resistance was not a risk or as intimidating as it now is.

Not only did a handful of activists pull off a carefully planned heist to destroy draft files for recruits, the operation was to slow the war machine and draft programme at the time of the Vietnam war, they did it in their underwear.  These times of ubiquitous surveillance and peaceful protest being stomped out by an ever-increasing fascist all-encompassing regime, the kind of resistance seen back-in-the-day and the way it eventually succeeded, just would not happen now.

Not only has the  American war machine multiplied across borders in a desperate bid for international hegemony (inevitably backed by the UK) the fascism and double standards haven’t waned, in fact they’re as gleaming as the metal of the bombs which fall on both Gaza and Tehran.

After World War II and the rise of the Cold War and involvement in several hot wars and scandals, the US Neutrality Act was constantly over-ridden by almost every successive president but at the very least it provided an element of reprimand and accountability for interfering in foreign wars – nowadays reprimand and accountability is little more than posturing.             

At the time of starting this piece, being waylaid with the aftermath of a court hearing, a second one and the anguish which resonated, I can just about look at a broader political picture outside my micro-hell. The three-sided war of the US and Israel on Iran was fully underway and now we’re witnessing a lull, but to find out bewildering news, such as the pro-Israeli leader of Lebanon permitting the pounding of that battered, unfortunate neighbour to the north of Israel, was simply jaw dropping, as Hezbollah single-handedly struggles to defend its people and homeland, but very little makes sense in the political arena in the twenty-first century.

The longer the majority of ordinary citizens openly demonstrate dissatisfaction with encroaching fascism and control from the billionaire minority, the stronger solidarity is cemented in a kind of tug-of-war within communities at local level in a trickle-down kind of way – especially when, in any given town or city a ladder to put up a Union Jack, as a hallmark of the far-right’s campaign of division is a common sight.

At the Together Alliance demo last month, all the usual hype was there to whip up what turned out to be an electrically-charged, pulsating movement through the arteries of London right to the heart of power itself.

A lot of the speakers cited the same thing and speeches were almost identical, only that veteran trail-blazer, Diane Abbott, pointed out how the Labour party needed to stop mimicking Reform’s fascism and challenge it.

Thing is, so perplexing are the times we’re living in – there isn’t just division between right and left with the fence-sitting centrists somewhere in between, there are distinct divisions just on the left alone as we’ve witnessed, well, for those paying attention, with the formation of Your Party and the age-old factionalism that has tripped up what many of us have craved and waited for, for years – naturally, the right-wing-dominated media lapped it up.

Yes, there are distinguished and decades-old divisions on the left which has mostly crippled British left-wing politics more than has been seen in other parts of the world, but the simplistic right vs left playground politics we see playing out within the main parties, on our streets and villages is challenged by the blurred lines of pluralism and a more nuanced snapshot into the British electorate.

Divisions on the right of politics never attract the kind of smug lip-licking or scrutiny, as the right-wing-dominated media love to see the left fall all over themselves. 

With home raids surging for people making a stand who have never been especially political; from pro-Palestine supporters to an awakening of anti-fascism, is there more to stand in solidarity for than divides us? I would have to say both, because someone experiencing the housing crisis or any of the multiple social ills in the west in particular, doesn’t mean they will fit neatly into any carved out category or stand dutifully on either side of the chalk line in the playground. This is most evident with poor, uneducated white Westerners who blame migrants for job losses or housing shortages, yet pander to billionaire politicians influencing their thinking.           

There’s no straightforward answers here, but I do think the world has changed so rapidly from those heady days of protest against the Vietnam war to an encroaching dictatorship in the west that – solidarity is almost essential when realising the importance of fighting for that crucial cornerstone of democracy, which is protest itself.

In non-democratic nations a journalist can be killed for doing their job or asking the wrong questions and what we’re witnessing before our eyes is a darkening world where the only light is solidarity and pushback of the masses.

There was a lot of effort put forth by the Together Alliance campaign to keep it lit and for things not to fizzle out in the way it does when the crowds have gone and the streets of London have cleared. It has gotten to the point, with so many campaigns springing up pretty much weekly, replacing fizzled out ones or an answer to our rights and freedoms being ebbed away as the war machine and state apparatus clutching at desperate straws, clutches at our hard-won freedoms.  It’s impossible to keep up with, or get involved in, the clamour to save our democracy and everything generations before us have fought long and hard for.

With so much shouting from so many platforms, making sense of the noise around us is exhausting and takes dedicated energy not all of us have, but we do need solid foundations to stay afloat, as AI threatens the fundamental need for human interdependence – the most solid foundation is solidarity itself.

The crowd with signs
The crowd with signs

STOP DISSING AND START EMPOWERING

By Dawn M. Sanders

Last week witnessed the unleashing of, not only a budget and economic pledges or predictions we all feared, it was laced with the all-too-familiar ideologies embraced by the Tories.

Dawn Sanders at home
Dawn Sanders at home

We have a complex housing bill not yet understood by many, the rush to make every school (primary or secondary) an academy and most noteworthy, the further cuts to welfare benefits – adding to the despair of austerity.

So, focusing on the ‘dis-ability cuts as they are inevitably coined, I’m taking this opportunity to turn it all on its head by trumpeting my passions for equality, empowerment and true dignity…

Take note: I won’t be placing that all-prevailing, crippling label the main stay in this country insist on preceding before us as ‘people first’!

I have argued this point of contention time and again – mostly with ‘people’ with additional needs themselves and, I’m sticking to my guns!

My visual impairment is of course an integral part of my identity, but certainly not the first among equals in being a woman, mother or journalist…

A ‘dis-abled computer mouse is one that doesn’t work, ditto for toilets, cars etc.

Is it overly PC nit-picking? I think not…

As a journalist and writer, words, the connotations behind them and what they represent are hugely meaningful – especially when you’re on the receiving end of those negative connotations, such as lesser than, subordinate, weak – I could go on, but you get the gist.

The point is, just because I and others are visually impaired (or otherwise) doesn’t mean I can’t raise my son single-handedly as I’ve done; I still cook clean and maintain my home; I still have relationships with people in the human way most would expect and, I even enjoy some of life’s more clandestine pleasures…

This all isn’t to say for a second, that I and others don’t get blatant discrimination, especially in looking for work, social environments or on an equal playing field in the game of meeting a possible partner – in fact, being visually impaired, hearing impaired, wheelchair user, with learning/cognitive  difficulties, is often an extremely isolating place to be.

However, the argument of the so-called “social model” which dictates all of these social/practical constraints should dub us as ‘dis-abled to the tune of how society sees myself and others is simply backwards.

It all hinges on, what one cannot do, rather than, what one can do…

Enough said, so when people go out in force – protesting their benefits are being taken away against a backdrop of: “Is This Any Way to Treat ‘dis-abled People” as the banner read, I’m insulted at being considered inherently vulnerable or fragile.

These people who, insist on milking an entrenched victim culture, one I have to fight against every day to “prove myself” a capable parent, employable or dare I say it, a sexual being, are ‘not doing me any favours’!

I’m forever infuriated at being lumped in a category of the “sick and ‘dis-abled” as people with long term illnesses have their own specific circumstances and anyone with severe/complex needs, is an individual – there’s never a one-size-fits-all…

Ultimately, do we not have the right ‘not to be impoverished’?

Why aren’t the likes of Dis-abled People Against the Cuts crying out for more equality in the workplace, employment or closing the loopholes within the so-called anti-discrimination act.

Yes, this government and its ideologies have handed us a double-edged cross to bear: on one hand, because we are rarely taken for our hard earned merits and qualifications when job hunting. For example,  when employers take one look at me I get: “’Uh, how would you manage the stairs, finding the toilets – all delivered with an uncomfortable demeanour…

On the other hand, we’re told we’re scroungers if we’re not working in an environment which doesn’t give us half a chance and, supposedly the government is trying to get us into work?

So, what are they, the ideologists, doing to close the gap of discrimination for those of us who want to use our skills?

Nothing!

The DPAC (‘Dis-abled People Against the Cuts) movement is a short-sighted reactionary group – not offering solutions to the poverty trap most people with additional needs find themselves in – clinging onto the benefits system like a life raft.

In milking the victim culture, they don’t place us on an equal footing when the perfectionist bandits – standing outside nightclubs refusing to let us in under the guise of, health & safety or, we just couldn’t cope with a rough & ready mosh crowd.

By insisting to maintain the lowered status within society’s pecking order, those protesting against benefit cuts really should be protesting on why we are sentenced to a life absent of the same opportunities, most people simply take for granted.

Yes, the benefits we rely on help with added expenses: such as increased taxi fares, holistic therapies managing specific conditions or mobility equipment; (all of which should be secured) but being on state benefits is not an independent or dignified path and one which leaves us wide open to the shenanigans of the state.

Granted, there are those who cannot work due to their conditions, be it mental or physical, yet that should never be the thrust of what is perceived to be living “dignified lives?”

No, in my book of cross-cultural experience, dignity hinges on what I ‘can do’ and making it possible!

I want an empowering campaign which says: yes, I have limitations and additional employment/educational/support needs, but can still contribute to society in a meaningful way.

I want a campaign which says, I have to work harder, so deserve EQUAL PAY, OPPORTUNITIES promoting me as a social/sexual being. Not a campaign/culture of downtrodden, institutionalised oppression…

GET IT?

http://www.theguardian.com/society/2016/mar/23/disability-campaigners-occupy-parliament-over-benefit-cuts