Tottenham in Flames

August 7, 2011
Broadwater Farm, London N17, viewed from Glouc...

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Twenty six years after PC Keith Blakelock was murdered on the Broadwater Farm estate, riots have erupted in the same area after a man was shot dead by police.

Tonight there are buildings and vehicles burning and looting has taken place in the centre of Tottenham with reports of around three hundred people involved in disorder.

We do not yet know if the man who was apparently killed by a police bullet on Thursday was himself armed, but there are reliable reports that a police officer was struck by a bullet in that incident and he only escaped injury because it was his radio that was hit.

We are already being told that this is an area of ‘deprivation’ and a friend of the dead man’s family is reported as saying:

“They’re making their presence known because people are not happy,….this guy was not violent. Yes, he was involved in things but he was not an aggressive person.”

When she says ‘he was involved in things’ she means he was a criminal. There will be an enquiry to establish whether the police acted properly when they shot Mr Duggan. It may be no surprise that his friends and relatives do not have confidence in that, but it is very telling that some of them think it is OK that a person was involved in crime and that they are justified in taking to the streets before they know whether he shot at a policeman.

The people who are attacking police, destroying property and looting shops are not doing that because they are starving, oppressed or suffering from discrimination. They are doing it because they habitually hold their communities in fear and they think they can get away with intimidating anybody who tries to establish order and safety on the streets.

The sad truth is that a quarter of a century after Keith Blakelock’s murder, the police have made no progress in breaking the grip of violent crime infesting the estates of north London. It is impossible to stop the drug dealing, prostitution, unlicensed drinking and intimidation that is controlled by criminals. There are two main reasons for this.

The first is that people will always pay for sex when they want to and people will always get high. Trying to stop these things by making them illegal has no more effect than telling the tide not to come in and outlawing activity that cannot be stopped just passes that trade over to very nasty crooks instead of it being conducted with reasonable safety. The second problem in this specific area is the failure of the police and the local authorities to deal with black criminals. This is partly due to fear of the political consequences of doing it and largely because there are too few black people in policing and running the community.

We will be bombarded with requests for enquiries into poverty and deprivation in the area. Rather than producing masses of hot air and wasting time and money on post mortems of the riot, the real need is to immediately establish zero tolerance of the real crime which destroys residents tranquility and peace of mind.

Get in hard and fast on every mugging, burglary, assault and theft. Stop graffiti and littering. Ensure that habitual offenders are prevented from damaging this community any more. Do that well enough and people will stop being afraid to speak out about crime. They will become more interested in keeping their area nice and they will want to have careers in the police, fire service and other jobs that some are seeing as enemies at the moment.

Criminal gangs are not born out of poverty or deprivation, they come from fear and alienation. Fear must be driven from the streets so that decent citizens can safely build communities.


The Seventh Commandment

July 2, 2011
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You shall not commit adultery

First of all we need to be clear about what adultery is. You might think that is easy, but the commandments were written about three thousand years ago and things didn’t mean the same then.

People today tend define it as any act of sexual intercourse outside of marriage or, perhaps a bit more narrowly, any act of sexual intercourse between a married person and someone who is not their spouse.

The ancient Hebrews had a different understanding and limited it to just sexual intercourse between a man and a woman who was married or betrothed. The marital status of the man was irrelevant. A married man was not guilty of “adultery” for having sex with an unmarried woman.

This is because at that time women were little more than property — a slightly higher status than slaves but not full citizens like men. Because women were like property, having sex with a married or betrothed woman was regarded as misuse of someone else’s property. A married man having sex with an unmarried woman was not guilty of such a crime and thus was not committing adultery. If she also wasn’t a virgin, then the man wasn’t guilty of any crime. A man could have sex with slaves any time he liked.

Because adultery was about married or betrothed women, gay sex didn’t count. It was against other laws of Moses, but not the commandments.

Christians now tend to define adultery much more broadly, and as a consequence almost all extramarital sex acts are treated as violations of the Seventh Commandment. Many claim that adultery should include lustful thoughts, lustful words, polygamy, etc. This is justified by the words of Jesus: “You have heard that it was said by them of old time, You shall not commit adultery: But I say to you, That whoever looks on a woman to lust after her has committed adultery with her already in his heart.“ (Matthew 5:27-28). That makes life tough for a bloke and makes it fairly certain that nearly half the human race breaks the rules most days of their life.

Some Abrahamic religions still accept polygamy, so many Moslem men can have up to four wives. Much less need to commit adultery in that situation. Some parts of Shia Islam have the even more convenient concept of mutah or temporary marriage.  The temporary marriage contract is as follows: The woman says: ” I marry myself to you for the specified dowry (mention the amount) and for the specified time period (mention the time period)”. Then the man says: “I accept”.” That’ll be fifty bucks for your half hour luv. OK thanks.


Working From Home

August 12, 2008

 

Working From Home

 

She leisurely rose at 11am.

No custom is ever around before then.

Strong coffee and chats

with mates on the phone.

A couple of fags, some toast

and a line.

An hour or two more

and she’ll feel just fine.

 

First job of the day,

get the ironing out.

Some slap on the face,

the right bra and pants.

Back from the window

she finds the right place.

 

Just after two, the telephone rings.

A time waster asking

the wrong sort of things.

An hour goes by

and a car slowly passes.

She irons again

the same pair of panties.

 

The car passes once more.

It parks and the bell rings.

Strong bargaining follows,

the product won’t fit.

The client requires a thing

that he can’t have.

Some late price adjustment

might clinch the deal.

No, she just cannot meet

the specialist need.

 

Four-o-clock turns.

Her regular weekly.

Bang on time,

a predictable job.

A routine half hour,

tediously easy.

Reliably bringing

a needed few quid.

 

At last the phone ringing.

A chance to earn something

“Yes I ‘m free.

Just come on round.”

Another quick line

for a bit of a boost.

The doorbell rings.

Time to earn a crust.

 

This guy, never seen before,

sent by a friend.

Wants a lot

for what he pays.

She can’t afford

to turn him down.

Must do her best

to please him.

 

Another quick line

to sharpen up.

It’s time when things get busy.

A packet of crisps

for the gnaw in her guts.

Can’t risk going out

to the shop.

 

Back at the iron,

the light set right,

a trickle of clients

comes by.

By one in the morning,

all movement is done.

She draws deep on a late cigarette.

Her boyfriend arrives

with much needed coke

and takes her,

so rough,

by the throat.

 

She hands him the cash,

which isn’t enough,

and he’s gone again

into the night.

 

The curtains are closed,

she drops on the couch.

Stinging from

the slap on her face

that he gave as he left

through the door.

An order was barked

to earn some more.

Stop wasting time on herself.

End of a home working day.


Decriminalise the Sex Industry

February 16, 2008

Bobbing and Peering

January 27, 2008

 

The street is lined with pretty girls,

in micro skirts and cheeky curls.

They look at every passing car.

Bobbing and peering.

 

Behind them lurk their pimping men.

Waiting ’til they’ve scored, and then,

seizing all their paltry gains.

Far from endearing.

 

Suited men in lavish cars,

cruise around by seedy bars.

Eying up each girl in turn.

Drooling and leering.

 

He cranes his head in semi dark.

Selecting one before the park.

Clipping kerb as he pulls up.

Rocking the steering.

 

They talk about the business deal.

What she’ll do, and how he’ll feel.

Happily they set the price.

Laughing and cheering.

 

Short journey to a lonely plot.

He pays, and strips her on the spot.

She rapidly begins the job.

Bucking and rearing.

 

It’s over, in a sudden flash.

He’s angry at his waste of cash,

and grabs her by the throat.

Cringing and fearing.

 

Blind with rage, he grabs his knife.

He screams that she wil lose her life,

and lunges viciously.

Cutting and searing.

 

In pain and choking, dripping blood,

he kicks her out onto the mud,

then drives away as she cries out.

Fading from hearing.

 

She’s found and then identified.

A few regret that she has died.

They come to say their last farewell.

Sadly revering.

 

The punter has his day in court,

regretting only that he’s caught.

Claims he’s blameless, not his fault.

Lying and sneering.

 

The judge who sends him down for life,

expresses sadness for his wife.

As crowds outside, bay for his blood.

Taunting and jeering.

 

The girls are still along the street,

standing at their usual beat.

Working as they always did.

Bobbing and peering.


Adventure

January 4, 2008

There was a girl from Camden Town

came down to Leicester Square.

She set herself a target to

find her fortune there.

A sleazy chap moved up to her

and this is what he said.

“A girl like you could do real well

down here in the West End.”

The girl replied “you slimy creepI did not come for hire

I set myself to find a life

away from slum land mire.”

“A very sound and worthy chap

is all that I expect.

You naughty man to treat me so

and bring me disrespect.”

“Oh no.” He said. “I did not seekfor you to go astray.

I want to see you do real well

and get a guy some day.”

“But first, you need to hook him

to take him down the aisle.

So work for me just once or twice

to earn some cash, then play.”

“You see this lovely fifty note.

I’ll roll it nice and tight.

Just sniff the line of powder.

Life will be alright.”

“Good evening Miss. Who is this man

whose car you’e leaning in?

You’re the lady in the court last week

soliciting again.”

“He’s just a friend.” she slurs

and cries. “A friend that’s all. I swear.”

“You’ll know his name then won’t you luv.

And know his wife as well.”

“OK, OK. Just take me in.

As you will always do.

Take my money and send me back

to pay for gear, my pimp and you.”


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