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BLOODY MONDAY
Notting hill carnival deteriorated into an orgy of opportunistic chaos on Bank holiday Monday in a scene reminiscent of the 1980’s riots, with running battles between the police and missile throwing youths
Only this time there was no underlying flame of racial tensions . Black, white and across the colour board, akin in their own sub-culture, laced with pseudo Jamaican idioms hurled bottles at a squad of defenceless police on Ladbroke grove for a full fifteen minutes before the police were given an order to respond with inadequate , and fruitless charges, to then re-group and again stand without shields or helmets and be pelted .
As some officers fell, their strategy reminded me of the last scene of Frank Miller's movie 300.
Not 200 yards away, at the corner of St Mark’s Road and Rustin Mews sat at least three vans with riot squad officers awaiting the bureaucratic order to be deployed. It was at least another 45 minutes before a protective visor was to be seen let alone a shield. Had they clamped down an hour before, the sense of free-for-all stoning the sitting ducks could arguably have been suffocated
Every charge made by the targeted 'lambs to the slaughter' in luminous yellow ended up hurting onlookers. They felt the nervous wrath of anguished coppers swinging batons indiscriminately while the appropriate offenders had dispersed behind diminishing hoards of onlookers filming on phones and huddled in a bus shelter. On adjoining side streets where the violence trickled, it transpired that ordinary police constables were not allowed to detain or arrest perpetrators who they saw being violent because it is not of their department although they are police officers. The youngsters had no diminution and no call for it.
I overheard phrases such as stone them bumba claat and saw one kid laughing as he casually trotted back to his friends' doorway and told them almost in passing that he'd "just been 'pitching bottles at the pigs"
Let the media note, (as at least one newspaper has cited it as being a race riot sparked by police stop and search tactics against black boys), that some of us were so angry at these kids that we ended up in violent confrontations with them.
An awful end to a remarkably well spirited event that gleamed with racial diversity, relegating secularism to faded history. The Caribean spirit really does seduce.
It's a crying shame that this magnificent success story, with it's intense government supervision can realistically be ruined by a handful of approximately eighteen to twenty - seven year old males who are simply immature, have an unchecked lack of respect for anyone , and warrant a good old fashioned pre- politically correct thick ear.
Or am I missing something

0f course the media are out to make us look stupid. When haven’t they been?
The question should be, 'When is the media ever going to bother to represent us in the full scope of our merits.'
Before electronic media our first popular representations were the minstrels, of which you couldn't have gotten a more blatant display of intent
When electronic media came in and rascism was experiencing its first taste of restraint, it was the Aunt Jemimas and wide eyed Uncle Toms. From the 1930s to the late 1950s the most regular black faces were the mindless bush men of Tarzan films who were superstitious minions to a white messiah on their own turf, even though he himself was misplaced and alone.
The 60s and 70s were a staple diet of cops and car chases. The ' black guy' was always a small time crook who played basketball or worked at the local petrol station and knew some one who knew some one who was the episode's bad guy.
On this side of the shore it was legitamised stand up comics like Jim Davidson creating characters that we would have to be cast as at street level . One such being 'Chalky' .
Lenny Henry was granted the passage to success by re-enforcing negative stereotypes for a white palate that inherently wouldn't have to account for the content. The same rule of thumb applies to today's widespread commercialisation of the n word
A major breakthrough in filming was John Singleton's boys in the hood. Renowned for its drama, I’ll never forget the profound effect it had on me owed to a scene where two black males were having a conversation. It was in a car and they spoke of puberty and going to college , just the way we did when i was that age. Well never in my twenty seven years had I seen two black males on screen having a conversation that wasn't based on some degree of gangsterism or sexism or something anti-social
Black editorials such as Jet, ebony and Essence have been weekly parading black directors, lawyers and highly skilled professionals in their hundreds and for years. Yet mainstream media barely acknowledges the mere possibility of one every six months. Obviously, respect from the mainstream media is not something we should hold our breaths for
Dianne Abbott, in her opinion has made a statement yet said nothing. What on earth has street culture got to do with paying regular bills? But then she spends so much effort in trying to sound as though she was 'From the manor born', that she can hardly be grounded. The credibility she obtained as a vociferous left wing activist is an unrelateable image to the blubbering couch hog we see today pandering to white moderate political stances.
British rapper Sway is himself too young to realise that Dizzie Rascal is a twenty three year old who makes music for a focused teenage market. His latest offering including tracks with titles such as 'pussy'ole'.
Your Moira Stuarts, Oona Kings, Adrian Lester, to name but a random few
of the many more qualified potential representatives, who have had a broader political experience, at least seeing more eras of politics, who were alive when black people were being lynched in the USA and fought for civil rights. Eddie Nester, Geoff Schumann. Toyin Adegbo, These all articulate social and political observations, thrashed out across the social spectrum professionaly and daily
As was noted, Paxman's referrence, using Dizzie's quirky comercial name , Mr Rascal, illustrated the lack of intellectual maturity necessitated for the interview. The agenda for that lies squarely in the briefing room art the BBC


It was the late 70's/early 80's when seduced by an advert I asked my older sister what she thought of me applying for a job as a police officer. She responded with concern “No Simon, not whilst it's still a racist institution. I won't accept that". In those days we paid heed to the words of our older siblings.
The recruits who joined up tended to be seen as frontline martyrs who would pave the way, trodding down the reeds of hate at their brave, near selfless cost
Nearly two decades later, the Lawrence inquiry bolstered a wave of confidence that the community at large thought would fundamentally overhaul the culture of the met and thereby heal our tarnished relations. It was felt that society was at last on a course toward positive change reverberating from the Met.
So why does it now feel like we were never out of square one
It's 2008 and the Met is in turmoil over accusations of racism that have quietly blighted the careers of many a black cadet for years , or just left some distraught and unhappy as though their fight was pointless and they may as well have fallen off the slave ship into the miserable sea


Just to absolutely concur with your article on racism in Australia. I travelled there for six months and was flabbergasted at their inane arrogance and startling ignorance fortified by ego.
It isn't even frowned upon to talk about aboriginals as though they're dirt. They're stereotyped as ghetto dwelling drunks and thieves even though many (though arguably a minority) of that downtrodden minority hold down blue and white collar jobs; some in political office.
These indigenous people are randomly discriminated against in public places. A publican in Sydney , while I was there , refused to serve an aboriginal man a beer although he would serve his two white colleagues, then turning off the pool table lights when the man wanted to play
I cornered an Ozzy in debate over a beer about their racist attitudes. Running out of poor argument he recoursed "ignorant as fxxx, us, and proud of it". This is clear denial because for all the attempts at genocide and social engineering, the ab-original is still there and a stark reminder of the roots of white Australia ; their cruelty , deceit and ineptness
They are well aware that their presence on mass over there spans less than two centuries
They once had a whites only policy restricting immigrants who were not white or allowing non whites to earn as much as whites.
This lasted until 1973, not long after it became illegal to shoot aborigines as they are also known. So white Australians have been brought up on a legacy of one dimensional dominance. Australia is a more successful model of what America tried to be
While remarking on the dress of some traditional Muslim women in town, my chaperone blurted out "In my white Anglo Saxon country "
Their nemesis are the Lebanese, who call themselves the N word. There was a movie out called 'The Wog Boy', and the Lebanese stake much proud acclaim to it. Sadly, anybody of that Mediterranean look falls at first glance into their category and is targetable for the obligatory racial profiling
In the study of racism, Australia is a module all of its own. I salute you for looking so far overseas into it

Let’s look at the meaning of the word 'slang'. As it denotes, the meaning is 'secret language'. Notoriously, the east end barer boys used it to mask their criminal activities in the face of the law' e.g. "Put a sock in it sunshine, geezer's old bill ". Obviously, it carries a communal tag. When i was a teenager in the 70s and black community/ establishment tensions were very intense, patois provided us with a sense of association like a sanctuary from an omnipresent oppressor. It was a black thing. In that climate, the film 'Babylon', emerged like an eagle , and Brian Bovell's character , Beefy, cemented a lot of sentiment when he attacked Karl Hoffman for using rastafarian phraseology. His words, accompanied by head butt were, "Don't talk f**king black" Decades down the road, we have wide boys talking cockney peppered with terminology such as ’man dem'. I saw an Irish lad cursing the staff of a Chinese takeaway in the words, 'ya p***syole' over and again with appropriated gesticulations as though he really meant it, in his attempted Jamaican accent I know a northern Albanian whose English is fickle though he greets all his associates with a 'wha gwan', and checks them a fist; also a graphically used hip practice of suits in the city Not that anyone has a patent on modes of communication, but I remember when the fist was a symbol of the intensity of our resilience within our diasporic struggle; no more, no less. See album cover 'The Front Line', produced in the 70's and re released in 2002 Surely those suits don't address each other like that in the office, or cement financial agreements, or all these white, Asian, and all the other racial denominations, speak like that to their parents. Here though, we have generations ill dressed, who would probably have a difficult time stringing together two grammatically correct sentences, and they'll hold on to that paradox like it's their baby On their wings, the cast of thousands, caricature the caricatures, with their alternative cultures awaiting them behind closed doors. But slang is supposed to keep the user ahead of the game, not left behind by it.. The tool of planners, not by products,excluded from nightclubs, for example, because we don't know how to come correct It's surely time to smell the coffee, pull our socks up, drop the slang, and move on |





I think it's right that the west midlands police officer was demoted over the BMW comment. Remember, he was demoted, which is a slap on the wrist, not sacked. The particular 'BMW' play on words comes out of an era of much social and polituical strife betrween black communities and the media led larger community. The 'quip' invokes the sentiment of the times like a secret code for the old guard that may be present. The officer isn't stupid, using the ethos of matured modern liberalism to disguise his rascism as an acceptable joke. His penalty serves to illustrate that you can't just pull the wool over eveybody's eyes . We are still on the ball. Though we are indeed fighting the battle of racism on more graphic fronts, we will stamp on the myriad of weeds that feed it; this being typical. In an ideal utopia these gibes would be confronted as an attack on every turn yes he did cross the line, yes, sir alec ferguson did cross the line. Yes many people are wrongly held to account over a mis-understood comment by the over zealous pc brigade. our challenge is to gague who warrants castigation and who doesn't |



Berlusconi’s behaviour came at the right time. While we have been suitably drunk on Obama-ism we took our eye off the fact that there is a dark underbelly of racism permeating the species and that western racism has always been characterised by a multi speared onslaught, from genocide to name calling. Remember, this isn't nationalism. This is the privilege of impunity that fascism always enjoyed. Idle or childish, this idiot chooses to trivialise the man at the highest seat of office in the world, but he will reap what he sows through fate because Barak Obama is too big a man to sink to his level. For us it is a reminder that the trials and tribulations that brought us to this stage in our social and political awareness have not been eradicated overnight, and now more than ever we must straighten up and quash with dignity the illegitimate nonsense that has plagued us for hundreds of years , wherever it rears its ugly head. It's been a long time coming, |

It’s that old western forte called hypocrisy. So Farrakhan is an anti Semite? The home truths are that Jewish owned banks were the biggest profiteers from slavery. In fact African slavery was a notoriously Jewish enterprise During apartied, the world’s richest community was the Afrikaner Jews'. When Hitler was slaughtering Jews, the Jewish and Christian churches turned a blind eye, refusing to send even financial aid These are simply facts. As factual as a licence to run a fascistic British national party Repeating them doesn't make me an anti-Semite Farrakhan is anti drugs, anti over processed foods, anti negativity in the black community and he advocates the strongest tool in the struggle for true emancipation; unity. If we had that, it would seriously threaten the status quo That is why Farrakhan is banned from this country |



Jade Goody letter two weeks ago was, I must say, a superbly directed stab at a pointless celebrity whose trade has been carved out of the pop media machine by hook or by crook . So though we might see her ultimate demise unfolding in the glare of that sword, she isn't to be written off
This god forsaken cancer may be the catalyst that will propel her career beyond that which India ’s Bigg Boss household show was meant to partially retrieve
On one day last week, Jade's story was the topic of her GMTV interview and had dominated two national newspaper front pages and three popular magazines
With all sympathies to a cancer sufferer due in context, let's be real
Jade is on an assured path to become one of Britain ’s respected figures as a spokeswoman for cervical cancer,
Lifelong empathy from the nation, sympathy sponsored international flights, endorsements and red carpet prestige will follow. Watch this space



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