[This is taken from a blog I wrote from the Wesk Bank, Palestine in 2013]
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Category: Politics
Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll in British Mandate Palestine: The Wasif Jawhariyyeh Story
A while back I was trying to find out about what I could about Palestinian music. I was also scratching an itch in terms of my curiosity about the British Mandate period and the city of Jerusalem. The Mandate period was when the British Empire Continue reading “Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll in British Mandate Palestine: The Wasif Jawhariyyeh Story”
Confessions of a crap anarchist: how I stopped a riot.
I’ll never forget Sunday 11th October 2011. I took my mum down to a demo to help save the NHS. We joined a bunch of activists from UK Uncut and occupied Westminster Bridge in protest. I got to sing Strike! Occupy! Resist! in front of the Houses of Parliament. Shame we didn’t take it apart brick by brick and set up group to run the country with decisions made by jazz hands amongst the ruins. But anyway, what bliss to be alive and all that. Continue reading “Confessions of a crap anarchist: how I stopped a riot.”
A Gender-Questioning Millennial is having Polyamorous Sex on my Snowflake: A Message to the Youth.
Dear Millenials,
We christened you. But we’re not sure who you are. Are you the generation that was born since the year 2000? Or are you the generation that came of age in the 2000s, (meaning that you could have been born earlier)? Continue reading “A Gender-Questioning Millennial is having Polyamorous Sex on my Snowflake: A Message to the Youth.”
One Day Without Us: UK Immigrants Strike Back
I first came across the idea of an immigrant strike in 2006. That year, on May 1st – workers’ day – in the USA, immigrant communities mainly from Latinx countries staged a one-day boycott of businesses and schools. Continue reading “One Day Without Us: UK Immigrants Strike Back”
It must be time for a folk disco!
I realised wondering around the Green Gathering festival a few years ago that a certain type – shall we say – comes out the crowds to say hello. The place seems to be the refuge of choice for a load of us lot who were involved in the direct action scene in the 90s. Continue reading “It must be time for a folk disco!”