Author Archives: Natalie Bennett

Whoo-oo Camden Greens in the national media …

Today’s Guardian diary:

It comes to something, we think you’ll agree, when elections are decided by plastic bags. But such seems to be the case in Camden, where the council’s ruling Labour group is so scared of losing overall control in May’s poll that it has sent redoubtable ex-leader Dame Jane Roberts (who isn’t even standing this time) out to do battle with the Greens in the Ham & High over this important policy issue. Oddly, our old friend Cllr John Thane, who will be hard-pressed to hang on to his Highgate ward, was passed over for the key task of defending the council’s outstanding record on reusables, even though he chairs its environment subcommittee. From such seemingly slight and inconsequential scraps of evidence, reader, do we conclude that Labour is bricking it.

A country depending on a single heartbeat

Thaksin Shinawatra has declared that he will not remain as Thai Prime Minister. The decision is said to have come after “a word in his ear from the country’s 78-year-old King Bhumibol Adulyadej”. Huge protests on the streets of Bangkok, and a very strong “none of the above” vote in an election boycotted by the opposition had earlier failed to achieve this result.

Once again, as he has many times in the past, the King, through a mixture of moral, religious and traditional authority, has brought Thailand back from the brink. But he is, of course, the 78-year-old king, and although his mother lived to 99, he’s not going to go on forever.

And the recent political turmoil has once again illustrated the huge gap in Thailand between Bangkok and the rest. The geographers tell us it is the most absolutely primate city in the world (meaning wealth, education etc is most concentrated there). Bangkok was resolutely anti-Thaksin – responsible for both hideous human rights abuses such as the killing of “drug dealers” in custody and for some distinctly dodgy financial deals – but the rest of the country, where political opinion is controlled almost entirely by local “big men”, and which benefited from largess flung to farmers, was resolutely for him.

There is, in Thailand, the kind of division that existed in Cambodia before Pol Pot, and the same culture, that insists on public decorum and a jai yen [a cool heart] – no display of emotion or feeling. (It is no accident that the word beserker amok (amuck) comes into the English language from this part of the world.) When such repressed feelings finally emerge, they tend to do so explosively.

I wouldn’t be making any longterm investments in Thailand.
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Elsewhere, an example of what the hysterical beating up of “terrorist threats” has done in the UK:

A MAN was “frog-marched” off a plane on suspicion of being a terrorist – because he’d played the Clash song London Calling on his MP3 player.
A taxi driver called the cops after Harraj Mann, 24, played him the punk anthem, which includes the lyrics “now war is declared and battle come down”.
He also played Nowhere Man by the Beatles and Led Zeppelin’s Immigrant Song, which includes the line: “The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, to fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!”

He was inconvenienced, and no doubt a bit scared, but for where this sort of thing really leads, three men, subjected to the American “rendition” procedure have spoken about their 18-month ordeal.

The three men, none of whom was ever charged with any terrorism-related offence, were seized in 2003 and then held in four secret locations by “black-masked ninja” US operatives who made considerable efforts to ensure the prisoners did not know where they were being held. They were eventually released about a month ago.

A great week to be born…

A short list of birth dates:

  • March 30: Anna Sewell (1820-1878) – author of Black Beauty – yes, pure melodrama, but like many, many seven-year-olds before me, I was entranced. (And the book hasn’t been out of print in 130 years.)
  • April 2: Maria Sibylla Merian (1647-1717) – she took what we might call a mid-life gap year, or otherwise an astonishing adventure, and made it pay with her art. (Some of the images here. Or you can see some of the originals in the Enlightenment Gallery at the British Museum – I admire them regularly.)
  • April 3: Jane Digby (1807-1881) – more full-on adventure – this English aristocrat eloped with the Greek count, then ran off with an Albanian general, then finally finished up with a desert sheik about 20 years her junior. But really, what she loved, I reckon, was adventure.

    (I know these dates thanks to the excellent Born On This Day Yahoo group, which has a daily email on a woman subject, complete with a links and references collection.)

  • Fanny Burney versus Maria Edgeworth

    Miss Frances Williams Wynn is returning from a break today (sorry – the Green Party has taken precedence), and being rather nasty about the author we know as Fanny Burney, while defending – obviously against some challenge – her right to be known as the author of Evelina.

    I cannot endure her excessive personal vanity, her nauseous repetition of all the compliments made to her under the shallow pretence of telling the world how much pleasure the paternal heart of Dr. Burney derived from them.

    But we can’t accuse Miss Williams Wynn of being prejudiced against women writers, for she sings the praises of Maria Edgeworth, of whom, I confess, I had not previously heard.

    A Monday morning inspiration

    The New York Times has just run a long portrait of Mukhtar Mai, the Pakistani woman who, having spoken out against her own gang rape, has become a magnet for similar victims, who she is trying to help, while also running a girls’ school and campaigning to change the position of women within her tribal society.

    Every day, poor and desperate women and girls with tear-smudged cheeks arrive in this remote and impoverished village, seeking sanctuary. Every night, up to a dozen of them sleep on the floor in Mukhtar’s bedroom beside her. (She has given her bed to the principal of the girls’ elementary school she started here.)
    One visitor is a lovely 7-year-old girl who breaks down in huge, heartbreaking sobs as she tells how the servant of a rich family raped her, and how the rich family then threatened to kill her and her family unless she recanted her accusation.
    Then there’s Fauzia Bibi, a 30-year-old who was raped and tortured by eight men for two days to punish her family because her uncle supposedly had an affair with a woman from their clan. The attackers are threatening to kill her entire
    family unless she recants.
    Inspired by Mukhtar, these women are standing their ground. They are risking their lives — and, in anguish, those of their loved ones — to prosecute their attackers. It’s a lesson in courage and civics I’ll never forget.

    OK – it is a bit heavy on the melodrama, but there is a wonderful story to tell. The NYT has hidden the story behind a paywall but it is interesting that it has been picked up by the Pakistani Daily Times. A demonstration of how Western journalists can sometimes make a difference.
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    An interesting piece about the environment which suggests that greens should stop talking about saving the planet and start talking about saving the human race. We might manage to wipe out most of the vertebrates, but the microbes and the insects are pretty much human-proof, and no matter how much of a mess we make, they’ll carry on.

    Final call for nominations for the Carnival of Feminists

    The carnival will be on Written World on Wednesday … so hurry, hurry, hurry and get your nominations in today, to ragnellthefoul AT gmail DOT com, or via this nomination form.

    Do click on the link to Written World above, where you’ll find Katma Tui – who’ll indicate to you this will be a carnival unlike any that have come before. So don’t miss out on the chance to take your place, or to nominate another worthy feminist blogger….