There is a dubious mindset that winning is all, to the victor come all the spoils, that it doesn’t matter how you win so long as you do and all the world loves a winner. That way lies madness. A certain billionaire has just found to his cost that while money can buy prestige and position and incitement to hatred can win votes it can only bring a Pyrrhic victory. One billionaire is much the same as another in my book and you can’t force people to love and respect you in this life but I have to confess to feeling just a little bit sorry for this one. I’m sure it wasn’t what he was promised by his backers nor did he expect such a huge reaction against his victory. Here is a man who wants to be adored by millions and yet the streets are empty for his biggest ever moment and full of pussy power demonstrators the day after.

I am also saddened by the way some people I thought I knew have embraced a philosophy of hating those who disagree. Of course those people are not presently marching in protest. I don’t know if they would be marching had the outcome been different and I don’t think they will ever understand why millions are. To call everyone who disagrees with his method of winning or with the madness of hatred a “loser” or a “dangerous leftist” and maintain that you despise “leftists” loses sight of the fact that many of these people are not adherents of the left wing at all. They may be disillusioned conservatives, some are even Republicans; they may be Democrats who feel that what amounts to an act of treason robbed their own candidate of victory; finally, they might even be centrists appalled by unholy alliances of religion and politics on both sides.

That’s right, many of them are centrists like me; conservatives with a little “c”, liberals with a small “l”. In my country the word liberal is not yet an insult although I will happily wear the insult “Libtard” as a badge of honour because it means I reject the politics of hatred and division. We have a fine liberal tradition in Britain dating back centuries and we are justifiably proud of it. We are also proud that we have stood up to hatred and racism in the past – as the underdogs and on our own for several years I might add – and we don’t want to see the sacrifices of our parents, grandparents and great-grandparents forgotten. Many of them suffered or even died to maintain Europe’s freedom from a Third Reich that thrived on hatred. We honour them for it. That does not make us “leftists” or “losers”.

I think there are so many emotionally charged issues that any incumbent lawmaker needs to address and for any one political party to lay claim to personal moral viewpoints is simply WRONG. It doesn’t happen here. Maybe it would if we were a nation of proselytising evangelicals, but we are not. We respect freedom; we do not take arms up against people whose morals we might find lacking or whose religion is different from ours. We do not take away choice from desperate women – whatever our personal views – because we know the alternative to choice is something far worse for society; criminal behaviour, neglect, death and people in abject poverty. There are a lot of things wrong in this world, but they will not be changed by screaming abuse or sanctioning violence and exclusion of whole groups of people different from ourselves in some way.

I could go on and on but I won’t because it saddens me too much to see people sinking to such depths of anger. All I ask is that we just pause for a minute and think about the refugee crisis and terrorism. Where does the money come from for terrorists? Where do the arms come from that they buy with this money? Who suffers most in any war? Who profits most from war and division? Why are there so many refugees? Why are civilians consistently being bombed? Who stirred up a hornet’s nest by declaring a war on terrorism in the first place? What is that one word that is at the root of the West’s obsession with the Middle East? Can we actually do without it? If not, why not?

I want to finish by directing you to an article written April 29th 2013 by Janice Harper Ph.D. in Psychology Today:

The Fertility and Futility of Hatred – When hatred fills our hearts, it grows, but to what end?

Please read it, whichever side of the divide you stand on. It might persuade you to drop that hot stone before it burns your hand badly…

Yesterday’s post raised a few red flags, I know, because I used a Gary Glitter song to illustrate the primal effect of repetitive chants and as an example of entitlement leading to abuse. There were some more serious but less emotive points that I wanted to make too and I felt they would be better in a second post.

I have always been concerned about the bigger issues when it comes to politics. When the environment comes up I am likely to be angry about fracking or anything that is destructive to the planet. I am less angry about “eyesores” in posh areas or dog poop on pavements. These are the little things we can probably live with. As someone who was brought up as a Christian (High Church Anglican in fact) I consider we are stewards of the Earth and, in the manner of Saint Francis, that all its inhabitants are our brothers and sisters. As the dominant species it is up to us to act responsibly as protectors of other animals and not behave like mindless bacteria intent on eating up every resource and pushing Nature out of existence. Those are things that I believe very strongly and they lie behind my personal stance on alternative energy, on population growth and on sustainable farming and industry. We have to make careful, moral decisions on matters that affect not only future generations but the entire ecosystem because the World has no choice. We do.

Anything that falls short of this has to be contested. However conscientious you may be when it comes to singing hymns or paying your tithes it all matters little if you subscribe to unnecessary and polluting energy sources for financial gain. It is possible to heat our homes and power our businesses with the natural energy of wind, water and sunshine. It is possible to develop synthetic fuels to keep our aircraft flying without causing damage. Even more to the point, it is possible to take polluting petrol and diesel engines off the road and use electric and clean burn fuels. I would go as far as to say it is our Christian DUTY to protect our planet for all its inhabitants. Believe you me, any high-tech interplanetary rescue mission in the future will not be for working people like you and I. We are collateral damage in a game played by the rich and powerful as are all living breathing organisms on land or in the sea.

When I was active in politics we were often asked our views on contentious issues, pro-life being a big one at many meetings. Personally I would never have had an abortion unless I would die without one, although these days to be honest it is not an issue for me. However I believe these issues are personal and in Britain ideas on abortion, animal rights and Israel are just not party political. This has helped us avoid the mess the USA is currently in where a group of right wing, climate sceptical, patriarchal rich men want to dictate to ordinary folks. They have latched onto abortion as a way to get the orthodox Christian vote and proceed with the most offensively Un-Christian programmes imaginable.

Yesterday, following some tweets in support of John Pavlovitz, I was unfollowed by a fellow author who is a Christian. I can only guess why and perhaps I am wrong in my assumption, but I would like to ask him and others like him the following questions:

How Christian is it to persecute strangers (immigrants) when the Bible says we should care for them?

How Christian is it to refuse healthcare and assistance to the poorest and most vulnerable in society?

How Christian is it to tell a young girl who has been raped that she can’t have an abortion and then refuse to help her bring up the child because of her “immoral behaviour”?

How Christian is it to tell a woman carrying a dead baby inside her that she must risk death just to carry it to full-term and then have a “natural birth” of a rotten corpse risking further life threatening infection?

How Christian is it to deny climate change in order to make money from oil, or to sell arms to oil producing countries that routinely finance terror or kill civilians?

How Christian is it to risk the Earth for personal gain by denying that humanity has so far played a major part in raping God’s Creation?

I will leave it as that. I don’t want to be part of any foolish gang that wishes to gamble with the world’s future for the sake of greed and says “Just pray, everything will be OK.” I think more is expected of us, don’t you?

poems about the sea

The dedication for A Child at the Sea reads “For Gilly on her birthday at Garwick…” Now Gilly was a good friend of mine, a poet herself, and I met her on the Care2 network in 2004 or 2005. Gilly was older than I, but very much in touch with her inner child and that inspired me to write the following poem, A Child at the Sea. It details my own childhood experiences of living near the sea on the South coast of England and was meant to create a magical picture that I hoped Gilly would enjoy. She, at the time, was visiting a mutual friend on the Isle on Man and was enjoying her own childhood memories of Garwick.

My poem was not written for a child except for my own inner child who, to her utmost disgrace, refuses to stop playing.

A Child at the Sea

Somewhere a clock chimes three…
A seagull’s cry,
Like plaintive ghost,
Pierces a slow dawning sky,
And here I lie…
A child suspended,
Caught in that magic hour ‘twixt night and day.
Nor wake, nor sleep,
But race the innocent dreams of freedom…
And in my mind,
So old in one so young,
Down to the pebble beach I fly…
The scent of the breeze,
Seductive,
Fragrance of shellfish, tar, and the salt sea,
Plays havoc with my senses.
The boats lie idle,
Captains roll the deep sleep of sated pleasure,
Dreaming of rum, and ale,
And Siren songs of the night before…
A symphony of shingle;
Waves pulling,
And the rush and roar
Of tide on stone,
Soft water – tunnelling ancient rock –
Moulds, shapes and plays;
Itself a child on some forgotten shore…
As lone crabs stalk,
Anemones flower…
What child of time
Could ever wish for more?

10th May 2005