A Movement In Mourning

A MOVEMENT IN MOURNING

By Dawn M. Sanders

My heart is crying, my head awash – is integrity and all
that is good in society broken?

One week on from the general election where Labour, the
party I have chosen based on its values, hemorrhaged
what we should have gained.

On election night, I stocked up on wine and cooked a good
enough dinner to get me through the night.
Every election night, I tend to stay up listening to the results roll in
amid the commentary on social media and whatever crackpot TV is being dealt
those of us awaiting results in heightened anticipation, rather than resolving
to wait until it all comes out in the wash in the morning.  .

When the exit
polls
came in and they seemingly were burying the thing before it hatched I
thought, ‘this is outrageous they’ve hardly have had a first actual result yet.

I soon nodded off and came to about 3-somethinga.m.  Twitter seemed to dry up – I didn’t make
heads or tales in my half slumbered
state, as I sank back into an induced fog not wanting to really make heads or tales of what I suspected to be unravelling.

6o’clock came and I fully woke up, what was happening?

All I heard was “Labour is finished” from my TV and then it
dawned on me.

I knew it was going to be bad all the next day, but not as
bad as it eventually came to light.

I slept most of that next day, giving my new volunteer
pursuit a miss.

Shellshocked

Everyone but everyone at the very least expected a hung
parliament.  The campaign had been one
big mud bath of lies and heated debates with Corbyn shining through and Johnson
stammering and BS-ing his way through, yet when
people still dubbed him as ‘more prime ministerial’ it was jaw dropping, so
something was wrong, really wrong!

On the surface, Corbyn seemed to draw the largest crowds, as
he did in the 2017 election.

Like Theresa May, Boris Johnson did the whole repetitive
mantra of “Get Brexit done” which, not only quickly lost it’s luster, it was clear he was concerned with little else – in
denial on the NHS
, blatantly showing the world he couldn’t care less about
the climate crisis
, never mind flood
victims
or children
in poverty
.

His efforts during the campaign were minimalist, lazy and
almost of a ‘can’t be bothered’ mentality, yet the polls were biased even
before disastrous debates.

The now all-too-familiar cycle of vilifying Jeremy Corbyn
continued, but so did Corbyn’s failure to hit back or defend himself.

Throughout his 4 year tenure as leader of the Labour party,
not once did he seek legal action against the BBC or right-wing tabloids for
their continuing smear campaign – had he done so even once, his life might have
been that bit easier, he might have commanded more respect among his
adversaries, but it is sadly too little too late for all the could have beens or if onlys.

In the immediate days following the shocking result, as
truths came flying out of pent up frustrations and anguish following the
campaign with a hit list of shortcomings, Corbyn had been on
the edge of stepping down and giving up
.

Where was the focus, the real zeal and opportunities
abandoned to simply take the government down or expose them?

The façade of enthusiasm, overly-ambitious
manifesto and lack of clarity, was enough to be the beginning of the end for a
leader so much of us have been so proud of.

So I have spent most of this week
dwelling in my poorly heated home, walking to and fro
or just sitting in utter disbelief.

How, why, why, why?

Because: too many people ‘just didn’t like Corbyn’ yet
couldn’t say why or see beyond the slow deliberate brainwashing of the media;

Because Brexit isn’t some black and white thing the
electorate can just neatly put into a box of either remain or leave;

Because Corbyn is just too soft, wet or nice, but mainly
just trying to help the poor and make the top percent more accountable;

Because Johnson is a known and outright liar who can’t
string together a sentence, but that’s okay?

Because the ruling elite will clasp their jaws on anything
to discredit an imperfect yet decent man and feed on the media-magnified issue
of
anti-semitism
, ignoring their own racist and xenophobic sentiment and
hostilities paraded in plain view for all to see?

The injustices, the dirty tactics abound.  One man could not only assume the position of
under dog,
but
endure being beaten back for so long – Corbyn has done his time.

The blame game keeps revisiting the notion that the north
has been neglected for far too long, yet not only is this a cliché, it is one
that completely ignores the fact that, the Tories have been in power nearly a
decade and have perpetuated that neglect.

Has the
HS2 project
come to fruition?  Have
post-industrial towns and former mining villages
truly recovered?

No of course they haven’t, but the right-wing agenda has
successfully steered away the Labour heartlands from all of these issues, maybe
they have become immuned, but Brexit has been the
eclipsing factor in a polarised society as the rest of Europe looks on in
bemusement toward the island of eejits.

The Russia Report and Voter rigging

When it came to light that a report based on external
interference by Russia
into British elections
was being withheld by Boris Johnson I became
worried, because of what was at stake pre-election, the high hopes we all had
on the left and how close we well, could have been to victory.

It has already been public knowledge how Russia allegedly
interfered into
the 2016 US election
or highly plausible how there was Russian interference
in the Brexit result of that same year.

So, once the
Russia Report
had stuck its head just far enough out of the ground to make
itself known, I felt compelled to do something.
Despite Corbyn and other opposition leaders asking what Johnson had to
hide, the demands lacked continuity and the same rigor as
Corbyn drew on leaked documents
surrounding the NHS and secret talks
between Trump and Johnson regarding
trade deals which would see the NHS sold off to American private
companies.

So I decided to embark on a change.org petition to help
demand the release of the dossier, but it was futile in the face of a frenzied,
chaotic campaign .

Post-election and Johnson has to his convenience, agreed to
release the report, so I’m baffled, not only with the result of this election,
but by the outright blatant interference which has without a doubt just
cemented a huge Tory majority, yet no one is questioning?

The writing was on the wall, but no one was looking…

Broken

As parliament reconvened and a reinvigorated, swaggering,
smirking Johnson reaffirmed the mantras of the last 5 weeks to his new and
existing power base, a broken Jeremy Corbyn, as the final slaying was laid bear
with angry unseated MPs, a demoralised membership and stunned survivors of the
election, sauntered to the front of the chamber to apologise to those who lost
their seats and congratulated his opponent in true humility.  I was heart broken
for him, for us and for the millions of kids that will still live in poverty.

I ache for those sleeping out on the streets, because their
lives collectively will be overlooked and trashed as they have been for the
last 9 years.

A Personal Blow

Naturally, I look inward and to my own private hell and how
my family has suffered the ‘other racism’ under the Tory’s hostile environment.

Where those of us who are ‘different’ disenfranchised or
marginalised with visible/invisible challenges, face systemic injustice and are
treated like the under-class in the last bastion of social prejudice.

My hopes and dreams of being able to experience the lifting
of the hostile environment, so I could approach applying for full citizenship, enableing me to run for public office, have now been dashed
– at least for another 5 long years.

What’s To Come?

Well, if like me, you have been terrified for the
environment in lack of decisive action by particularly right-wing governments
of developed countries who favour big corporation over the planet or human
wellbeing, guess what – it’s not going to change.

If you have experienced the right  to a free health service, enjoy it
while we still have it, because it is probably the beginning of its demise.

If your child has had a shortage of supplies at school or
you are having trouble putting food on the table – get used to it, because with
all of these things and many other social and economic failings of the last
near decade, it seemingly is what those who voted the Tories back with a
vengeance thrive upon.

As the uncertainty of a hard Brexit looms and facing
whatever repercussions it brings will test our endurance – for those who switch
to the other side, it will be ‘there tern’ to do the reflecting and
soul-searching!

No politician is perfect.
At the end of the day politicians are human, influenced to the tune of
different ideologies or flags.

People often complain of the corruption of those elected to
power, yet when one comes along who, truly wants to make a difference, cares
about the poor or stands up for his convictions against the grain as Corbyn has,
people become intoxicated with a loathing which was cultivated out of hate and
spite.

Corbyn was never a match for the vicious venom-spewing
snakes and vipers in parliament or their external influencers.

He was routinely vilified, hounded and harassed by the
media, opposing figures within the Labour party and finally crucified by an
ideology that kills, considers people by the colour of their skin or within the
class hierarchy of the pecking order.

We are a movement in mourning, but already there are those
seeking Solis through a new beginning, a kind of ‘try again’ or which new
leader will bring us victory and a brighter future

I still feel bereaved.

My heart is crying, my head awash – is integrity and all
that is good in society broken along with Jeremy and our movement?

Corbyn has been the embodiment of integrity and all that is
good in society, which is why thousands have joined Labour under his guidance.

Will Labour lurch like a reactionary pendulum in the
opposite direction, just to gain power?

Keir
Starmer
, Shadow Brexit Secretary, is right in his
voice of reason, ‘we need to stand proud of our values, stop the in-fighting
and just be who we are again’.

POST LOCAL ELECTIONS FALLOUT

By Dawn M. Sanders

With all the botched handlings of Brexit and trying to get a bad deal through that would never satisfy pro-leave or pro-remain supporters when it comes to exiting the EU, not to mention the shabby way this government has handled domestic issues such as benefits cuts, the amount of people now using food banks, the Grenfell Tower fire, cuts in public services, an ailing NHS and the list goes on.  Any opposition party should have capitalised on the failings of the Tories.

With the all-prevailing issue of Brexit over-stepping or more accurately, in tandem with domestic worries, it was naturally predicted to be an annihilation of Tories on council seats.  The annihilation happened, to the tune of them losing over 1,300 seats – amounting to losing control of 45 councils.

Despite defeats for both main political parties, the above article highlights the Foreign Secretary’s and Shadow Chancellor’s short sightedness in surmising the results were the voters simplistically saying, ‘sort Brexit’ but no it’s about democracy, stupid…

As a member of the Labour party, it was all too easy to think, ‘this is it, here’s our chance’ but hang on, Jeremy Corbyn kept ping-ponging on whether or not there should or could be a second referendum, which is the growing appetite of the party and large swathes of the country.

For those of us who know the realities of how the electorate mind works in black and white and how one is either for or against a certain key and defining set of policies, Brexit in this case – the most polarising dilemma in peace time British history, a leader cannot say: “We’ll implement this, but only if that or the other happens.”

So, the bloody nose delivered to Labour in the local elections can only amount to an ‘I told you so’ sigh of utter frustration.

It is only those of us who can be bothered to analyse Corbyn’s logic and clumsy strategy, who might be willing to grant him patience against a backdrop of growing dissatisfaction of his leadership.

Whereas, other more outright pro-remain parties have just said, ‘yes, lets have another people’s vote and get on with it – because these smaller often more pragmatic parties know people just want it kept simple, clear and decisive.

The lack of clarity and hope to please both brexiteers and Remainers has severely bruised Labours chances of success in a general election.

As it was rightfully pointed out the other day by a news commentator – if it was a general election, it would have been hung, yes in several directions.

For all of my support and respect of Corbyn, I now am losing patience and think he is obstructing the opportunity to make real headway and the change that is so desperately needed.

Okay, so Labour didn’t lose as many seats or councils as the Tories i.e. 63 seats amounting to 4 councils (according to the Guardian article above) but the party is losing members and credibility.

It’s getting harder to justify or argue his position, when actually it’s becoming down right embarrassing.

The EU elections are another kettle of fish, but could still result in a patchwork of agendas and ideologies.

The Tories will be annihilated there again, because they don’t want to stand members of European Parliament (MEP’s) in the first place.

I am much less clued up on the European elections, so I won’t elaborate here, but from what I have gathered on my close monitoring of the whole heaving mess, is the Conservative possibles for MEP will be hardcore Brexiteers who would seek to create as much disruption as they can muster along with Nigel Farage’ creation,  the Brexit party.

The coming weeks could be seismic, but because the British don’t do Greek-style revolts or even French-style rebellions, it will be a slow but deliberate earthquake on the landscape of British politics.

 

© 2019

Post local elections fallout

POST LOCAL ELECTIONS FALLOUT

By Dawn M. Sanders

With all the botched handlings of Brexit and trying to get a bad deal through that would never satisfy pro-leave or pro-remain supporters when it comes to exiting the EU, not to mention the shabby way this government has handled domestic issues such as benefits cuts, the amount of people now using food banks, the Grenfell Tower fire, cuts in public services, an ailing NHS and the list goes on. Any opposition party should have capitalised on the failings of the Tories.
With the all-prevailing issue of Brexit over-stepping or more accurately, in tandem with domestic worries, it was naturally predicted to be an annihilation of Tories on council seats. The annihilation happened, to the tune of them losing over 1,300 seats – amounting to losing control of 45 councils.

Despite defeats for both main political parties, the above article highlights the Foreign Secretary and Shadow Chancellor short sightedness in surmising the results were the voters simplistically saying, ‘sort Brexit’ but no it’s about democracy, stupid…

As a member of the Labour party, it was all too easy to think, ‘this is it, here’s our chance’ but hang on, Jeremy Corbyn kept ping-ponging on whether or not there should or could be a second referendum, which is the growing appetite of the party and large swathes of the country.
For those of us who know the realities of how the electorate mind works in black and white and how one is either for or against a certain key and defining set of policies, Brexit in this case – the most polarising dilemma in peace time British history, a leader cannot say: “We’ll implement this, but only if that or the other happens.”
So, the bloody nose delivered to Labour in the local elections can only amount to an ‘I told you so’ sigh of utter frustration.
It is only those of us who can be bothered to analyse Corbyn’s logic and clumsy strategy, who might be willing to grant him patience against a backdrop of growing dissatisfaction of his leadership.
Whereas, other more outright pro-remain parties have just said, ‘yes, lets have another people’s vote and get on with it – because these smaller often more pragmatic parties know people just want it kept simple, clear and decisive.
The lack of clarity and hope to please both brexiteers and Remainers has severely bruised Labours chances of success in a general election.
As it was rightfully pointed out the other day by a news commentator – if it was a general election, it would have been hung, yes in several directions.

For all of my support and respect of Corbyn, I now am losing patience and think he is obstructing the opportunity to make real headway and the change that is so desperately needed.
Okay, so Labour didn’t lose as many seats or councils as the Tories i.e. 63 seats amounting to 4 councils (according to the Guardian article above) but the party is losing members and credibility.
It’s getting harder to justify or argue his position, when actually it’s becoming down right embarrassing.

The EU elections are another kettle of fish, but could still result in a patchwork of agendas and ideologies.
The Tories will be annihilated there again, because they don’t want to stand members of European Parliament (MEP’s) in the first place.
I am much less clued up on the European elections, so I won’t elaborate here, but from what I have gathered on my close monitoring of the whole heaving mess, is the Conservative possibles for MEP will be hardcore Brexiteers who would seek to create as much disruption as they can muster along with Nigel Farage’ creation, the Brexit party.

The coming weeks could be seismic, but because the British don’t do Greek-style revolts or even French-style rebellions, it will be a slow but deliberate earthquake on the landscape of British politics.

 

© 2020

The labour party conference 2019: Just in case you missed it

LABOUR PARTY CONFERENCE 2019: Just in Case You Missed It

By Dawn M. Sanders

“The cause of Labour is the hope of the world.” Shadow Chancellor John McDonnell

As I discovered last year at my first Labour Party Conference, it is a hot bed of passion, opinions (often clashing) and over all a beacon of hope in the dark times we live in.

So, as conference was taking place in my old hometown of Brighton, where my son was born, pagan and political seeds were sewn, I jumped at the chance to attend this year despite financial constraints.

Dawn Sanders outside Labour Party Conference

My assistant and I checked into a cosy, friendly Airbnb and got a local train straight to The World Transformed (TWT) HQ which was a tent that had been erected in Brighton’s Old Stein Gardens. We arrived to find a crowd anticipating the opening speech by a young woman who had experienced the gig economy in the form of poor pay, stressful long hours and poor working conditions, yet with fierce campaigning her situation improved. Her speech crediting the Labour party of its stance on zero hours contracts was followed by a speech delivered at breakneck speed by Jeremy Corbyn and the whole place was buzzing.

Under Currents

Despite the external festival-like vibe, internal conflict had arisen within the Labour party during a motion passed by Momentum’s John Lansman, on the eve of conference. The motion sought to oust the post of Deputy Leader Tom Watson as his position as staunchly remain which was felt to potentially threaten the careful positioning on Brexit by Jeremy Corbyn and senior shadow cabinet members. After 2 votes the motion fell, seemingly achieving little apart from a storm of media sensationalism.

Highlights

Fringe events at the conference are always the meat and muscle of the programme, as workshops are thought-provoking, generate healthy debate and inform members and supporters on policy. There are always simply too many things going on at once to see it all.

There was a workshop on special education, a ‘what to expect’ exclusive for first-time conference goers, an abundance of workshops on climate change (including what was scheduled from the main hall on Labour’s Green New Deal) – likewise as one would expect, with Brexit and its many debates. I attended a complex workshop on the issue of left-wing parties throughout Europe and whether they did or did not align. The meeting on transport, long distance and local, was an opportunity to engage and share ideas as we were put into groups. David Lammy MP led an educated perspective on the legalisation of cannabis and how Labour would take a measured and regulated approach.

One of the best highlights for me was seeing the previewed showing of ‘Sorry, We Missed You’ a Ken Loach produced, page out of every day life and one family’s struggle with the casualization of work and its cruel exploitation.

There were rallies, key motions voted upon (such as the plight of migrant women as addressed at the Labour Women’s conference in February) manifesting in emotional mini-speeches from the floor. There were ambitious key speeches, such as John McDonnell, setting out a clear agenda for a Labour government and reiterating Labour’s stance on Brexit. McDonnell ended his speech with the Socialist sentiment: “The cause of Labour is the hope of the world.”

Fractious

Like any politically-charged atmosphere, the conference was laden with tension and opposing opinions. Walking along the crowded pavement outside the Brighton Centre, was some times argumentative, ‘Don’t point in my face’ someone said. Another day walking past and a young man shouted, ‘the EU is scum!’ For the most part though, people seemingly kept their cool.

By Tuesday, when the anticipated news broke that the Prime Minister acted unlawfully by proroguing parliament, as handed down by the supreme court – reaction was swift, with Jeremy Corbyn moving his final speech forward to that afternoon as parliament would reconvene the next day.

Jeremy Corbyn’s final speech at Conference

With such a big development announced during the last full day of Labour party conference, ensuing energies heightened and everyone was possibly reminded why we were there and what we stood for.

One week on from the conference and events are moving by the hour. As the Tories FINISH   their conference in Manchester – the strongest remain vote in the north, the nation must brace itself for the inevitable – whatever that might be.

 

© 2019

THE PERILS OF VISUAL IMPAIRMENT: The School of Hard Knee Knocks

THE PERILS OF VISUAL IMPAIRMENT: The School of Hard Knee Knocks

By Dawn M. Sanders

I hope you don’t read this and think, ‘awe you poor thing’, – never! It has to be said though, the perils of visual impairment can be lethal and usually when you least expect it.

Last night I was going out to my local One-Stop shop and booked a taxi to go down and come straight back up to where I live.
I know where the shop is and walk there all the time, but as a woman I don’t do walking on my own at night, even in my neighbourhood, which is really safe.

So, I was rushing to get the taxi, because the shop was going to shut in half an hour, but it takes 2 minutes in a cab, 2 to be in the shop and no time to get back – so I wasn’t worried about the time.
However, in my haste, I went crashing into the new flower bed they put in on my estate, which is in an awkward corner where I used to just follow the grass line to either stand and wait for a taxi at the top of the steep hill I live on or walk down to the bus stop.
I stopped to look at the geraniums and pretty purple flowered plants they put into the new flowerbed after filling it with bags of soil the other day, so I knew the sodding thing was there and in fact I slowed a tad to negotiate it, but it was too late.
I met the flowerbed with both knees and fell flat on my butt!
It’s okay if you wonna laugh – I’m laughing now writing this…
Last night though, it wasn’t funny and I sat there on the ground glad that no one was around.

Where I live on the edge of my small city, next to fields in suburbia on the edge of Exeter is so quiet at night especially, you can hear the grass grow, so I was the only living being stirring at the time.
I could feel the pain welling up in my left knee and I had grazed my right one and there was a new small whole in my leggings.
I slowly got up and walked to the top of the hill where I always wait for the taxi.
I stood there in the chilly night air in the silence, as the time ticked on.
The shop shut at 11 and at a quarter to 11 I thought, ‘this is a joke why aren’t they here yet’?
5 minutes later my cab turned up, just before I was going to walk back to the flat and give up.

The driver was apologetic, but by the time I just got in the door before closing, it was too late to get what I wanted.
So, my last fiver went down the toilet on a flaming taxi along with banged up knees – not my idea of an enjoyable evening.

Should I have ventured out?
Life is full of should’ve, could’ve, would haves.
Should I have bothered?
Absolutely but, if I could have set out earlier, I would have avoided rushing to get a taxi, probably avoiding clobbering myself on a damn flowerbed and the whole bloody mission ‘would have been accomplished’.

Awe well, what the hell – not much keeps me down without getting right back up again in true defiance of life’s hard knocks – even at the knees!
😊

TRAVELLING OUTSIDE COMFORT ZONES: 2 Fingers Up to the Conventional and Systems

TRAVELLING OUTSIDE COMFORT ZONES: 2 Fingers Up to The Predictable And Systems

By Dawn M. Sanders

16/4/2019

Last autumn I met a rare kindred spirit in a place I would never have expected to.

I was at the Royal National College for the Blind to try an sharpen up some specialist IT skills I would need as a journalist who uses a screen reader, but nothing came to fruition.

In my wealth of life experience, when I have met or been around other people with a visual impairment (and this is a generalisation) due to lack of good vision, VIP’s tend to play things safe, stay within comfort zones or are just by in large conservative in many respects.
When I have met someone more flamboyant or daring who happens to be visually impaired, well they tend to stand out, especially if they happen to be adventurous, such as climbing Mount Everest or going sailing solo, in exceptionally high-profile cases that is, suffice to say they’re almost certainly held up as over-achievers or particularly ‘brave’.

For myself I never have seen immigrating on my own to the UK at twenty-four, especially brave, maybe a little stupid with hindsight, as I made little or know plans, just did it.

So, when I met Harmony Neil at the college and she told me how she went travelling on her own – not really knowing where she was going, bus routes etc. I was quietly pleased to have met her.
She also often lives of no fixed abode, not because of any misfortune or getting out of a bad situation, just because, and tends to float between visiting friends and family – I knew we would get on and we just started to, but then I left the college, yet her and I have kept in regular contact, which is great.
So right now she is travelling from visiting Finland for the second time and I wanted to do her blog more justice than the usual sharing on social media, so you can read her blog here as I don’t yet have a blogging newsletter to sign post.

Thing is, she doesn’t make a big deal of the fact she’s completely blind, in fact she doesn’t mention it at all apart from mentioning the way people some times grab at someone with a white cane.
So why not thrust it forward in the way others might expect? ‘So what’ as I can say on good allegiance, it’s really not a big deal.
Of course we all have to, as visually impaired people, get help with crossing unfamiliar roads, buses or taxis in maybe a foreign country, but it’s getting out and ‘doing it’ that usually brings about the all-prevailing awe factor.

I myself have lived off-grid in an eco-village and went travelling on my own as a single mum with a severe visual impairment – with my child in tow who has what would now be described as complex additional needs.
At the time in the late 90s, I was escaping professional types who were banging on about, ‘why can’t he do this yet or that yet’ as he was going on 2 and not quite walking or talking.
It was a time when I wasn’t writing or doing much apart from being a mum and navigating the often intimidating ‘system’ of special needs surrounding my son and quickly getting board and sick of it all, but will save that story for another time.

The over-riding theme here, is yes, it really is possible to live more adventurously, less conventionally and on one’s own terms without good vision – it’s often what I dub having ‘inner vision’ or heightened intuition.
There is this in-grained notion that, just because someone has an additional need of any kind, they must either wrap themselves in cotton wool or be wrapped up by others who make presumptions or assumptions without a second thought.
For example, I was in a meeting the other day and someone asked me what I enjoyed doing. When I replied that I love going walking, someone else chimed in that, he knew of a walking group for people with various types of ‘dis-abilities, as he described – some in wheelchairs and some not.
I immediately said to the affect of, ‘why should I need to be in a segregated group’?
I don’t need level ground; I climb stiles and in fact prefer the challenge of rugged terrain. All due respect to those in wheelchairs, but I’m not…
He caught my irritation and said he knew of someone with my own outlook and flair for adventure.
I have written passionately of this in my blog Discrimination to Walk.

I remember a conversation Harmony and I had while at the college. She spoke of going to a favourite spot in the middle of nowhere and just getting off the train, finding her way with her cane and exploring the ground with her feet.
So I only partially agree with Ashley Nemeth, who says: “Before hiking can be possible for someone with vision loss, safety needs to be the first thing to think about.”
Not only does this sound utterly restrictive and lacks in any notion that spontaneity can be possible in someone’s life with a visual impairment or other additional needs, it capitalises on the ever-present health and safety excuse used as smokescreen to take away from anyone’s need for adventure or just ‘living a little’.
Of course we need to be safe and I or anyone for that matter would never usually deliberately put themselves at risk, but statements like Nemeth’s leave the floodgates wide open for too much control over those who need more assistance in doing what most people take for granted.
For those who have no concept of danger and need possibly more help and support – they should get it from people who will help them to have the best experience possible and live life to the full.

Of course we don’t live in an ideal world, but if those of us who need more adventure, less convention and thrive on living more on the fringes of what society considers ‘normal’ – additional needs or not, it should be a given that being free-spirited or of a more bohemian persuasion won’t necessarily mean with full vision, hearing, walking mental capacity and anything else under the sun. At the end of the day all of our hearts beat to different drums.

Opinion: The UK held to Ransom, an Erosion of Democracy

By Dawn M. Sanders

I’ve been holding off for as long as possible on writing this article, because like everyone else I’m sick to death of Brexit-related stories, news and speculation.

That said, a week and a half on from joining a million others in London to march in the biggest demonstration since the Iraq War and ‘I really feel’ its about so much more than leaving the European Union, what we are witnessing is a real eroding of democracy.

People and signs

“It means actually giving us a chance to decide on the truth and the real things that are going on and not going on misinformation.” Said Greta from South London who marched for a people’s vote on 23rd March.

So, we all now know the 2016 referendum was all about mud-slinging on both sides, especially the leave campaign, which has had to be investigated, as its donors and funders either have been under investigation for corrupt motives or exceeding the limits in accordance to campaign rules.

The other major miscarriage of trust and data violation was of course the Facebook debacle – leading to a complex interaction of players, resulting in the shutting down of AIQ (AggregateIQ) the Canadian firm involved in the Cambridge Analytica scandal.

Getting back to the 2016 referendum, as has been recently pointed out by some commentator, which or where I lose track in the menagerie of press coverage, that it simply was a choice of in or out – not ‘what kind of Brexit’ if you choose leave – presumably that would have been too complicated and an insult to the intelligence of the electorate to not have taken that approach.

Now, with the grave threat to trade with are biggest partner, the EU, looming; restrictions on freedom of movement; the border between Northern and Southern Ireland and anything in between thrown into chaotic uncertainty, people are either rightfully changing their minds or simply want the chance to make coherent sense of the mess the government has landed us in.

However, despite the march for a People’s Vote, it seemingly was hardly acknowledged or mentioned in last week’s chaos and mellow drama. As the bickering and mess carries on inside the Houses of Parliament, the growing unrest and anger at the utter shambles is more vocal all the time outside. Crazily though, the Tories plod on with ‘party first, people second’ manoeuvres.

It wasn’t enough to act on Theresa May’s deal to 2 decisive outcomes, as she pressed for a third vote in which the deal was cut in half out of blatant desperation, none of the  indicative votes resulted in anything decisive or definite, as none of them rendered a majority.  There are extreme Brexiteers who would rather see no deal at all than dream of any compromise and of course there are those dead against a second referendum under the guise of ‘it wouldn’t solve anything or cause further polarisation’.  Yet all of the obstructions to a much-needed democratic process, prevail because the government cannot manage it, amounting to what parliamentarians can’t or won’t face – bias toward their own ideology or party protection.

All of the above sentiments were voiced in speaking to people on the march.

Anyes, a French national who couldn’t vote on the referendum said: “I was actually very upset, I’ve been a resident for 20 years, paying my taxes, being married to a British national, as my children were born here – so it means everything.  Also I think after the speech from the Prime Minister has embolden me even more to come today, because she said she spoke ‘for the people’. No, she doesn’t – she has refused us a vote…”

When asked ‘what does it mean for you to be here today’ James said: “A lot because I doing it for my children.  I’ve lived abroad, worked abroad and went to university in Europe.”  He continued, saying why should his children not have a chance to go to a French school – it’s a shame, what are we doing leaving Europe?

Another woman from North Hampton said her husband’s company was on hold due to the uncertainty of Brexit.

One of the many speakers on the day belted out, ‘why should Theresa May have 3 votes – we have had 1!

As the original date for our departure from the EU has passed, anger and unrest inside and outside parliament grows.  With April upon us, a small extension of deadline from the EU and yet we witness another round of indicative votes for MP’s – not to mention another shameless attempt by May for a vote on a half-baked dead deal.  The chaos carries on amid continued austerity and all the other domestic issues, as the government fixates on Brexit.

For instance, in our quarterly regional forum, it was highlighted just how dyer schools are faring, due to under-funding.  Within the target-obsessed culture for schools – determining the deserving and undeserving, Devon had generally performed well, but has now fallen in line with some of the most deprived and demoralised with the threat of reduced numbers of qualified teachers or closures.

Someone in the forum piped up, with a deprived second referendum or the immediate affects of a no deal or bad Brexit, there could be civil disobedience – I think she might be right.

I have to agree with a good friend of mine who regularly muses: those in the ruling class as having the emotional intelligence of cockroaches.

© 2019

REFLECTIONS: A YEAR IN WAITING AND ANTICIPATION

REFLECTIONS: A YEAR IN WAITING AND ANTICIPATION

By Dawn M. Sanders

Well here we are again – that time of year when, not only is it fading fast before our eyes, we reflect on what could have been, what should have been and grasp for what actually did come to fruition in the last twelve months. That is, at least I do this tired old ritual every flaming old year ending/new year beginning.

New Year’s resolutions? I can’t think of a bigger waste of energy as they inevitably vaporise the minute they hit the light of day…

No, for me and I know so many others – it’s literally down to ‘staying sane’ keeping our heads above water and keeping it together, whatever defines that anymore.

Sounds cynical? Maybe it is, but I’m a realist, sometimes a pragmatist, but forever a warrior of determination.

This last year saw me try and try again, to jump start my journalism escapades, but it was like trying to jump start a powerful motorcycle with not enough petrol or an unskilled driver.

All the little linking up of publications to my own writings; all the quick and crafty social media guru-ship demanded by employers who, get so many applications for particularly entry-level jobs – only to take so many and cast the rest of the applications aside.

Okay, so I had an interview in the summer up in Bristol.

It didn’t matter that, I not only got there on time – despite it being right across the city from Bristol Parkway in a tucked away little industrial estate, the employer seemed to take issue with the fact I came from Exeter.

Oh, and the 3 months wasted time, energy and bags of patience at the Royal National College (RNC) for the blind that is: a specialist college who, if I was going to have learned the specialist skills needed with being more social media savvy in tandem with using a screen reader – it should have been there, not the case and I walked away from it empty-handed and feeling cheated.

There has been the promise of a more localised programme to supposedly provide the bespoke training I didn’t get from the RNC, but again, that is yet to happen so, it’s been hurry up and try/wait, try/wait – leaving me more exasperated than when I started with any kind of initiative or ambition.

All that said, I’ve just started to gain footing with my local Labour party constituency and contributing even in the smallest way has been amazing.

I went to the party conference in September where, the air was full of opposing views, yet optimism and I was able to conduct a meaningful interview of one of our delegates.

As the momentum for change is building – almost by the day – so too is the desperate situation the UK is in, let alone the rest of the world.

The chorus of climate change denial has become deafening, the erosion of democracy has never been more visible and daily life is more and more life wading through quicksand.

But hey, I could sit here all damn night as an armchair activist – banging on about what’s wrong or messed up with the world on a political, social or personal level, but we’ve scoffed the Chinese take away and it’s time to get ready to go out and see in yet another new year.

What we all need is a huge injection of hope not hate; aligning ourselves in the fight for a better tomorrow, not alienation from the grim realities of what is happening around us.

I mean, if we can’t have hope, determination and staying power to see away the bad forces taking hold all around us, then its:

Mary Armageddon and jolly apocalypse…

So now off with my new partner (the one thing that I never saw coming out-of-the-blue) this year – like some peaceful bird flying over from the other side of life’s perspective – we’re off to the cheesy karaoke in a rough and ready neighbourhood pub.

Happy New Year!

DISCRIMINATION TO WALK

DISCRIMINATION TO WALK

By Dawn M. Sanders

Today I was greeted with yet another example of barefaced discrimination and prejudice by none other than a supposed life coach and organiser of a women’s wellbeing group here in Exeter.

When the walk was posted on Hello Spark the meet-up group

, I was of course immediately interested and up for it as a keen walker and lover of the outdoors.

I ‘never disclose’ my visual impairment – whether it’s applying for a job or even something as simple as joining a group for a Sunday walk, because I’ve had so many instances as the one I’ve just been confronted with, yet again.

Despite a policy of not disclosing my visual impairment, the walk is to take place in a small village I probably can’t get to easily by bus or train without it taking ages on a Sunday service or not being familiar with the bus route – as it’s automatically assumed people are going to drive there.

So, I put out a reasonable request for someone to meet me off the train in 2 different locations – according to what would be convenient and even posted my phone number for someone to get in touch.

Yet, what I got was no response for a day – then only to wake up to a message from one Catheryn Hope:

“Hi Dawn, Becky & I have talked about your request but we feel that the Sunday walk is not suitable for you if you have a sight impairment as the ground is very varied from hilly to stoney plus 7 miles plus in total & we could not be responsible for your safety especially as it’s quite a large group. There will be other walks happening that are more leisurely & flatter in the future. Apologies for any disappointment, but we are thinking about overall safety. Hope you have a good weekend. ”

My response to this was of course in the form of reminding her that being visually impaired does not affect my legs, it isn’t up to her and someone else to ‘decide for me’ on how far I’m able to walk or in fact whether or not I can handle rough Touraine, my opening statement was:

“Yet another example of barefaced discrimination under the guise of health and safety.”

As, people often insist that, to have a visual impairment not only means you can’t walk up steps, feel the undulating ground under your feet or need to be wrapped in cotton wool – taking the ‘easy way’.

I also reminded her why, I usually don’t disclose my visual impairment, due to this very reaction and prejudgement and decisions made by people who don’t even know me – all this despite the eloquent waffling on her website.

The astonishing prejudice that comes from someone who is supposedly a life coach, not only means she herself and others like her have a lot to learn in their limited mind-set, but a lack of willingness to understand people in different situations with a view to appreciating diversity.

This is not the first time I have been prevented from a simple walk in lovely nature, to the tune of people who create ‘issues’ that don’t exist.

The stinging clincher being – people like Ms. Hope just put out these unwelcoming, discriminating messages, yet she’ll not want any angry reaction from me, any repercussion or debate – it’s just: “Sorry for the disappointment, have a good weekend.” End of story, but ‘I’ think not!

People of this mentality should never be organising a so-called wellbeing group if they think they yield the power to prevent the wellbeing of someone – based on their own prejudice or prejudgment.

So, I strongly suggest Ms. Hope tries a little practicing-what-she-preaches or walk her talk…

 

TRAINS AND BRAINS

TRAINS AND BRAINS

By Dawn M. Sanders

Something happened on the train journey I just took at the weekend and I felt compelled to write the story.

It was one of those ironic life lessons that leave you reeling from shock or dismay.

Trains: these days our trains are over-priced, over-crowded, fraught with delays or replacement bus services due to engineering work on the line or just awkward passengers.

I was travelling from Hereford to Sheffield via changing at Stockport

The first leg of my journey was crowded and they didn’t announce any of the stops.  In fact, the only announcement that was made was an apology for there not being any reserved seats on the train, but that was it.

I can never see the point of reserving a seat unless you have a particular need – to be near the toilet, wheelchair or pram access or a table to use a laptop.

On the whole though, we sit down and leave the train, so are on and gone, but people generally act as if sitting in a specific seat is their goddess-given right – no one pays more to reserve a seat, so what’s the big deal?

When I got out at Stockport I had this very conversation with my assistant.  He made comments on how selfish people can be about seats – making mums with babies move, taking the spot of a wheelchair user or just putting their bag on the adjacent seat.

So, when I borded the next train to Sheffield, the guy just helped me find a seat, but he didn’t tell me or realise it was reserved.

Sure enough, a woman came up and said something like, ‘is that where your sitting’ and I said yes.

“It’s mine” she said firmly, but then I told her I had just been assisted to that seat.

She then started to protest that she had reserved it.

“How was I supposed to know that – I’ve just been helped here.” I said.

I then told her if she had a problem with it, to take it up with the conductor.

The young-sounding woman sitting next to me said:

“She can’t see…”

I said: “Uh, thanks, but that’s not the point and not how I operate.”  In other words, it wasn’t or isn’t about having preferential treatment – just because I’m visually impaired.  I heard the woman demanding the seat going behind me and talking to someone who turned out to be the conductor.

I heard someone saying ‘she was put into that seat’.

“No, I was helped to it.” I said aloud, making the correction I’m not a piece of luggage.

The long and short of it is, she, the woman wanting the seat, insisted she couldn’t go backwards.

I was then asked ‘if I was able to move’ – just to the seat opposite.

Oh yes, amazingly, I got up of my own accord, visual impairment in tow and moved.

The woman sat down still insisting she ‘couldn’t go backwards.

By that time I was annoyed.

“You probably ‘can go backward’ you’re just being awkward.  You have your seat now, so chill out!”

As soon as those words fell from my mouth I regretted saying them.  My next thought would later definitely be a precursor to what would happen.

I thought hang on, there could be all sorts of reasons someone can’t travel backwards, maybe she really does have some phobia – people feel vertigo from heights, so the assumption is …   

The conductor then asked if we both were okay now and I told her I was fine and could care less as long as I had a seat.

Brains: We all have one, but they are the most complex organ in our bodies.

About ten minutes into the journey, the woman opposite me sank in her seat as I felt her legs come forward as she moaned and vocalised.

People started stirring, ‘oh hell’ I thought – something’s happening.

The conductor and someone else were summonsed – the woman was having a seizure.

I had never observed a seizure, so felt mildly traumatised by it happening right in front of me.

As the train staff tried to communicate with her, all she could do was try to speak in the form of moans.

When she could just about speak, the word she kept trying to say was ‘sorry’.

Even in someone’s worst moment that all-prevailing British overly apologetic trait comes beaming through…

Sitting there engulfed in having a seizure and she’s apologising?

During them trying to talk to her and keep her ‘with them’ epilepsy was mentioned as she had the medication in her bag.

When the conductor asked if she knew her name the woman said ‘no’ and struggled to tell the conductor to ring her daughter in law.

When she finally fully came to, the woman kept apologising, but refused water or taking a rest at Sheffield instead of going the length of her journey.

Fully regaining her awareness, she became awash with tears – saying: “If makes you feel so stupid – it makes you feel stupid when you can’t think…” – it was heart-breaking.

The train got to Sheffield and I disembarked, feeling utterly stricken with guilt and remorse at what I had said to her before the incident.

Maybe it was all chance – some synchronistic thing placed in front of me for not just getting off my own awkward butt from the start when she said that seat was reserved.

As someone helped with my suitcase I said:

“Are you a passenger?”  “No I’m the conductor.”

“Is that lady gonna be okay?” I asked feeling slightly perturbed.

“Yes, she’s going to be okay.”

I said: “I feel absolutely awful.”

The conductor said reassuringly:

“Don’t feel bad, she shouldn’t have gotten on the train.  We all say things when we’re annoyed.”

Maybe she was right, but I couldn’t help but feel like the greater deities in the universe were trying to show me something.

In her recent blog on assertiveness versus anger, Kirsty Major draws some parallels to this story.

So I walked to get a taxi from the front of the station – a bit jelly-legged

Suffice to say I was relieved to be getting to my son’s place for a much-needed visit and off that train.