Thursday, 31 October 2013

The struggle against neo-Nazism is not over


More than 20 members of the Greek neo-Nazi party Golden Dawn were arrested in late September. This unprecedented crackdown on the far right followed public outrage at the murder of the anti-fascist musician Pavlos Fyssas, known as Killah P, by a self-proclaimed Golden Dawn member. [...]

The public prosecutor’s report links Golden Dawn to multiple offences, including trafficking, kidnapping, money laundering and extortion, but the main charges remain those of multiple accounts of murder, attempted murder and aggravated assault. The prosecutor argues that the party’s strict, almost military structure strongly suggests that every hit was carried out as a result of orders from higher up.

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In Athens people are feeling pessimistic. This is for two reasons. On the one hand, two Golden Dawn MPs, Kasidiaris and Panagiotaros, were released on bail, a first for anyone charged with helping to lead a criminal organisation. As Anny Paparousou, a Greek lawyer with expertise in the field, told me, “This will definitely shift the weight of the trial to their favour when the time comes, as they will walk in as free men.”

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On the other hand, Chrysanthos Lazaridis, a senior adviser to the prime minister, has stated that Golden Dawn and Greece’s leading left-wing party, Syriza, are “the same thing”, hinting that leftists and anarchists will face persecution, too.

Elsewhere in Europe, as in Greece, the best bet for defeating far-right extremism will be to deal not only with openly fascist groups but also with those that paved the way for parties such as Golden Dawn by legitimising hellish detention camps for immigrants, by prosecuting activists in Skouries simply for opposing the destruction of their natural environment, and by adopting racist rhetoric to try to win back right-wing voters.

Whatever the crackdown against Golden Dawn means for Greece, the hope is now rekindled that the EU might be starting to see the rise of the far right as the threat that it is.

It is shameful that the Greek government and the European leadership have pretended they didn’t know what was happening. Now, they have run out of excuses.


Since Mr Samaras became Prime Minister the city has been subjected to the police operation “Xenios Zeus”. Since its inauguration in August 2012, the operation has seen the detention of over 80.000 migrants, the vast majority having broken no law according to police press releases. Eventually, most of the innocent migrants have been released with the exception of around 5.000 who were imprisoned, mostly due to lack of documents, in new detention centers built across the debt-ridden country.

Targeting a substantial proportion of the population of Greek cities simply due to their skin color marks the adoption of Golden Dawn’s agenda by Mr Samaras’ government. Golden Dawn claims that migrants are dangerous and Mr Samaras’ New Democracy (ND) has followed this logic, detaining innocent migrants in the thousands. In his pre-election campaign, Mr Samaras claimed that illegal migrants have become “the tyrants of society” and that Greeks subsequently have to “liberate our cities from illegal migrants”, once again repeating the Golden Dawn rhetoric.

Mr Samaras’ party in May 2013 made a gift to Golden Dawn by blocking the anti-racist bill, which would criminalize racism and the denial of the Holocaust. Golden Dawn on the other hand provided aid to Mr Samaras’ government on at least two debatable decisions since June 2012: first, when the government shut down overnight the Public Television, and second when it applied further tax exceptions to the Greek ship-owning companies.
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Mr Samaras might portray himself as a combatant against the extremism of Golden Dawn. But how, then, can he explain the very strong ideological and practical links between his own party’s rhetoric and policies, and those of the neo-Nazis?


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Sunday, 27 October 2013

Anyone who ever had a heart: goodbye, Lou Reed





                                             Standing on the corner
                                             Suitcase in my hand
                                             Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest
                                             Me, honey, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band
                                             Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
                                             You know those were different times
                                             All the poets they studied rules of verse
                                             And those ladies they rolled their eyes

                                             Sweet Jane

                                             Jack, he is a banker
                                             And Jane, she is a clerk
                                             And both of them save their money
                                             When they come home from work
                                             Sittin' down by the fire
                                             Radio does play, look classical music there, kids
                                             "The March Of The Wooden Soldiers"
                                             You can hear Jack say

                                             Sweet Jane

                                             Some people like to go out dancing
                                             And other people like us, we gotta work
                                             And there's even some evil mothers
                                             They're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
                                             And you know that women never really faint
                                             And that villains always blink their eyes
                                             That children are the only ones who blush
                                             And that life is just to die

                                             Anyone who ever had a heart
                                             And wouldn't turn around and break it
                                             Anyone who ever played a part
                                             And wouldn't turn around and hate it

                                             Sweet Jane



                                                       It must be nice to disappear
                                                       To have a vanishing act
                                                       To always be looking forward
                                                       And never looking back


                                                      How nice it is to disappear
                                                      Float into a mist
                                                      With a young lady on your arm
                                                      Looking for a kiss


                                                      It might be nice to disappear
                                                      To have a vanishing act
                                                      To always be looking forward
                                                      Never look over your back


                                                       It must be nice to disappear
                                                       Float into a mist
                                                       With a young lady on your arm
                                                       Looking for a kiss


                                                       It must be nice to disappear 

                                                       To have a vanishing act
                                                       To always be moving forward
                                                       And never looking back


                                                       How nice it is to disappear
                                                       Float into a mist
                                                       With a young lady on your arm
                                                       Looking for a kiss


                                                       Looking for a kiss

                                                       Float into a mist

Thursday, 24 October 2013

Roma: against discrimination and stereotyping


“The long-standing problem of negative media reporting on minorities has vehemently re-emerged with the cases of the children found in Roma families in Greece and Ireland. Most news reports, not only in Europe but all over the world, have insisted on the ethnicity of the families from which the children have been taken, thus propagating age-old myths portraying Roma as child-abductors” said today Nils Muižnieks, Council of Europe Commissioner for Human Rights, in an open address to journalists. 

“Such irresponsible reporting can have tremendous effects on the lives of millions of Roma and fuel already widespread violent anti-Roma movements. Although the Roma are no more inclined to criminal behaviour than anybody else, media insistence on mentioning ethnicity in news reports gives credence to the myth that Roma are by nature criminals. This is not only false, but also dangerous as it risks heightening the already tense relations between the Roma and the majority population all over Europe.

The propagation of such a negative image also harms integration efforts: How can we expect the Roma to integrate in our societies if the media do not miss an opportunity to remind them that they are unwanted?

I call on all journalists involved in the coverage of these cases to step back and examine whether mentioning ethnicity was really necessary, whether the best interests of the child, including the right to privacy, have been respected and whether the presumption of innocence has been upheld. 

Past examples teach us that demonising a group of people through the media can lead to nefarious political and societal consequences. It is necessary that the media use their power of forging public opinion more responsibly when it comes to portraying minorities in general, and the Roma in particular.

Saturday, 19 October 2013

Ella Mason And Her Eleven Cats, by Sylvia Plath



                                 Old Ella Mason keeps cats, eleven at last count,
                                 In her ramshackle house off Somerset Terrace;
                                 People make queries
                                 On seeing our neighbor's cat-haunt,
                                 Saying: ‘Something's addled in a woman who accommodates
                                 That many cats.’

                                 Rum and red-faced as a water-melon, her voice
                                 Long gone to wheeze and seed, Ella Mason
                                 For no good reason
                                 Plays hostess to Tabby, Tom and increase,
                                 With cream and chicken-gut feasting the palates
                                 Of finical cats.

                                 Village stories go that in olden days
                                 Ella flounced about, minx-thin and haughty,
                                 A fashionable beauty,
                                 Slaying the dandies with her emerald eyes;
                                 Now, run to fat, she's a spinster whose door shuts
                                 On all but cats.

                                 Once we children sneaked over to spy Miss Mason
                                 Napping in her kitchen paved with saucers.
                                 On antimacassars
                                 Table-top, cupboard shelf, cats lounged brazen,
                                 One gruff-timbred purr rolling from furred throats:
                                 Such stentorian cats!

                                 With poke and giggle, ready to skedaddle,
                                 We peered agog through the cobwebbed door
                                 Straight into yellow glare
                                 Of guardian cats crouched round their idol,
                                 While Ella drowsed whiskered with sleek face, sly wits:
                                 Sphinx-queen of cats.

                                 ‘Look! there she goes, Cat-Lady Mason!’
                                 We snickered as she shambled down Somerset Terrace
                                 To market for her dearies,
                                 More mammoth and blowsy with every season;
                                 ‘Miss Ella's got loony from keeping in cahoots
                                 With eleven cats.’

                                  But now turned kinder with time, we mark Miss Mason
                                  Blinking green-eyed and solitary
                                  At girls who marry—
                                  Demure ones, lithe ones, needing no lesson
                                  That vain jades sulk single down bridal nights,
                                  Accurst as wild-cats.




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Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Terri Lyne Carrington: Money Jungle revisited




It’s like those things never change — Art vs. Commerce and those types of things. The thought process of musicians, in jazz in particular, is not commercial art. Of course we’re concerned with the commerce aspect of it, but it’s not what drives us completely or else we wouldn’t do it. These are things that have been talked about for a long time.
 
Even the word jazz is a discussion that’s going on now and it was a discussion back then as well. Duke Ellington said that jazz to him just means freedom of expression. He didn’t like the term at all. It’s the same type of themes that are being talked about now that were being talked about then — the style of music has just changed and grown. But people like Duke Ellington were always concerned with moving the music forward. I think when you pay tribute to someone like that or a project like Money Jungle, you have to be thinking like that as well. That’s the best way to pay tribute to musicians who were so forward thinking like Duke Ellington, Max, and Mingus.

Duke Ellington, Charlie Mingus, Max Roach
Money Jungle | 1963



Tuesday, 8 October 2013

The Metamorphosis: Franz Kafka & Peter Kuper



The Metamorphosis 

If I were to try that with my boss, I'd be thrown out on the spot. Still, who knows whether that mightn't be really good for me. If I didn't hold back for my parents' sake, I would've quit ages ago. I would've gone to the boss and told him just what I think from the bottom of my heart. He would've fallen right off his desk! How weird it is to sit up at the desk and talk down to the employee from way up there. The boss has trouble hearing, so the employee has to step up quite close to him. Anyway, I haven't completely given up that hope yet. Once I've got together the money to pay off the parents' debt to him--that should take another five or six years--I'll do it for sure. Then I'll make the big break. In any case, right now I have to get up. My train leaves at five o'clock." 



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Friday, 4 October 2013

Deptford X: art makes people powerful


Douglas St., Deptford, 25.09.2013

Deptford X exists to promote the best contemporary visual art and celebrate that art with the widest possible audience.

It is an arts event born of Deptford’s creative community and based on a belief in the limitless potential of the area.

27 September ~ 6 October 2013
Art makes people powerful!