So….It’s been a good long while since last there was a post
from this very rusty guerrilla news agency. I apologise of course but I’m still
hoping my reader(s) understand. Training has been intensity in ten cities and
in the middle of that madness, the world kept turning and spinning in a kind
of out-of-control gyre that Yeats wouldn’t have made much poetry out of if he was
being completely honest….
So, what’s happened since last I put pen to paper?
Well, nothing I hadn’t predicted in my darkest days. The
coup continues. Brexit was never anything other than an attempt by the selfish
right to take control of the sections of public life that hadn’t already
been sweated and rendered down to private control.
In that scenario, the human stories don’t matter. It doesn’t
matter that I'm Irish and about to complete paramedic training and that my partner is French and my daughter is German. It doesn’t matter
that I grew up experiencing my first bombing in Ireland at the hands of the
British Government at age 4 (Dublin-Monaghan, May 17, 1974).
It doesn’t matter that alienated EU citizens make up a huge proportion of the NHS staff who don’t seek UK payment for their training and education.
It doesn’t matter that people of colour who spent their lives
in this questionable country are now being sent home because they can’t prove
how their parents came here in the 40s, 50s and 60s….
It doesn’t matter that children die in refugee camps because
a British Home Secretary felt there was more political mileage in denying a
radicalised mother her child’s birthright than saving the life of an infant.
None of this matters…apparently.
Well…actually it does and if you don’t like that, you can
kiss the back end of my coin purse. We (Black and Irish) rebuilt this country post-war and showed tremendous dignity even when your small-minded populous were happy
to put out signs that said “No Blacks, No Dogs, No Irish”.
And we (Blacks, dogs, Europeans and Irish) remain here: maintaining the health and transport infrastructure
of a country which is still chronically and pathologically unable to
acknowledge the significance of our contribution.
It’s not my country but I do care about it and I wish it wasn’t
going down the fucking toilet.
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