Genesis - Dancing With The Moonlight Knight
On Class and Colour, and young people.
Last shout: 'My, My, Hey, Hey', not, 'Hey, Hey, My, My', as stated, below.
Whites?
But:
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[15.44, calling, "last orders", on the Dance. In and "take ways", Aangirfan, two images? Alone..., the meditation for today. One the dead, and a coffin on hand. The other? A Warrior.]
"What's an old, Punk?"
: Someone who waits so many years before relenting.
Playing ..., Genesis, and,Yes ?? ?
Time for.... 'uppose.
QUIZ TIME. Results at Sunday School. Bible and sweets, the prize.
Which of the Prog. Hippy Rock, not post-, remained, in the charts for the next three years?
Post- 'anarchy'?
Zig-Zag Magazine reprinted it monthly. Top Twenty (popularity).
The Green Man Jukebox. A prestigious honour, and inclusion. Seven inch., slams down. Beast of a machine. Loud, was loud.
Sundays' Guess-You-What. Eight Miles High and MC5, solid P. stamped. Not on 7", and the Juke Box. Would have been.
Four songs?
"What be they them?"
QUIZ CANCELLED, singles?... too easy.
Hurricane (long version); Paranoid; Hey Joe; Hey, Hey, My, My.
Perfect openers, I thought. At six. One, or two, of them. Warm the gaff up. Still a go left for the 10p.
Oh, the choices we face in life?
Five, if not mistaken, and the choice? At least, one, or two (?), from The Supremes.
For Gav, John and G.
Big Up to y'all.
Not disclosing their work, yet; they'd be type-cast as contenders as the Town's racists. Big, white, working class, manual workers.
Got a "big-up", this morning. Gav, "the Gov., and John", G. tells me, "...into", Truthscoop, etc.
All the white-nationalist fervour I pump out, eh. Come on? Look at the music?
Racists, who love soul, funk and reggae.
Smoke on that?
Colour?
For racism to be the, issue, requires the prejudice to about skin tone, and/or, accent.
Not easy to understand the motive?
Requires another element, 'Nationalism'.
The Brexit vote ruined the 'play book'. Before Brexit it was the poor blacks, until the poor asylum-seekers in the late 90s began to arrive in large numbers. Now it's back to black? In the US, and in the UK, trying to be, about about 'black and white'. The media tell us the town in north of the country, counties like Kent, on the coast, places such as, Clacton-on-sea. They need re-education. TV news, need us to know this, is the fight. To acknowledge it.
All in all, there's a bullseye in the target: Young, Middle Class, People.
Vlad TV, lifts, the lid. One of the longest, and persuasive testimonies of whites, at it, and 'colour-hatred', is Bill Duke, yet...
Notice how Eastern Europeans never found a collective voice?
Working for a decade among the homeless?
Yep, Racism... and, Sexism. Not among the 'clients', but staff. In Social Care, the 'black people' quota and employees, is emphasised. East Europeans? Yes, of course there were 'outreach' roles, involving languages spoken, but nowhere the bias toward employing them, like 'black' people.
Racism, inverted, becomes idolatry.
From, black people requiring additional support due to prejudice -to- ancient-bred, tribal idols, and elites holding the strings.
Attempts to marginalise, and malign adherents, is a 'class issue'.
'Protecting Britain' from excessive immigration is positioned as the well-off and whites' concern. Social housing, and the focus on black people on the estates are viewed as the vulnerable ones.
The middle class youth, are fooled into ignoring class, and make it about a person's skin.
If it was about addressing elements within the social struggles, including any racial/physical components, 'Racism' would be a problem exposed, allowing the culture and behaviours to moderate. Additional challenges in the complex mix of needs, should be offered support. Instead, it's all about 'language', not the genuine dynamics causing the trouble.
It is true that the majority of criminals come from relatively poor backgrounds, but it is also true that the majority of their victims are likewise relatively poor. And since the class of victims is very much larger than the class of perpetrators, it means that to fail properly to deal with the latter increases the number of the former. In short, leniency such as that proposed amounts to the refusal of the rich to come to the assistance of the poor.
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Theodore Dalrymple, Too immature for prison?, (March 3rd, 2020, 'The Oldie.')
Heap on all the talking-heads y'like?
My forty years among and living in the infamous trouble-spots.
They live with crime on their door step.
Not screaming for the one's among at-it, to escape jail.
The streets... speak. My ideas here, come from and are informed by them.
Not TVs image and double-speak confusion and damage.
No one cheering the TV mantra in 'the hood'.
China Mac, on Vlad TV, explains the racism in China? Class-ism.
Dividing along, economic status. In China the poor from parts of Africa are lumped together and discriminated against. Blacks from the West, are excluded. Money buys status.
Racism we see/hear/watch, broadcast on a screen, is the conduit of our concerns. The abuse, violence and exploitation is rife in some circles. People living among problematic drug and alcohol users, suffer the brunt. The tensions come through a shift:
Failing Social Care, relies on coercion and 'Criminal Justice' to secure funding.
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NEXT UP, 'Stinks'.
We met through my YMCA room neighbour Candice, by then in the team and Shoutsouth. Stinks was the notorious crim. Was known for having a full-on fist fight with heap of Police in the 'chicken takeaway shop' across the road from our offices on Brixton Road.
Awful (nowadays, compared), bright green synthetic, "punk". The crazed idea, and Strong Skunk. No, sprayed with shit, skunk. Nevertheless, man who held the bag on the estate shop and Stinks had agreed on a holiday. With me, together. Part-funded/suggested full funding from the Community Liaison, Chief Inspector's fund. He met at our office and agreed.
The participants remained anoymous.
All this never happened. Yet, Stinks and (can't remember his name) , we're on for it. All I needed was £300 a week for them, and... each had chosen a 'field'. Choices? Graphics, film, acting, design, etc,. etc. Businesses would partner with us and the boys, and girls, black and white, on day release the first week, and a second week in their offices or studio.
Stinks and I talked about this and more on short walks in the evening. A 'twenty or ten bag', in hand, for me. As I 'waited', he'd amble out by the medical centre in Angell Town. Small, round, tight, hard. The dog.
Stinks, likewise.
We talked and argued. Stinks liked to, "tell me, the way, it is".
One time he's down. Day of release or the day after, he and two mates, come to the office. Now a Muslim, Stinks goaded me, in a real anger, "now you wanna hip-hop mister...".
Puts on a CD, instrumental comes on. Never seen or heard anything like it.
His conviction, flow and rhymes were a cathartic and now religious outpouring.
Stinks, wasn't a rapper, unless you consider everyone around him, were.
Lessons?
'Art' is for everyone, if we'd only let it rip.
If only, I'd got it together. Immature, foolish, on unstable footing.
Hearing his name, coincidently, on the highest placed rap in my 2019 charts? Shocking.
A combative person, Stinks should have been a King Tone, the community organiser. A carpenter, a mentor, a salesman, a man who now knew, some other people.
Most people I meet, and would help, need a break. Poor, drug dealing, prison etc.
Observations, feeling, needs, and requests =
Other people, informal and voluntary, and with help, i.e., Shoutsouth. Meeting a man/woman, on the block.
Due to the formal introduction, the boundaries and protocols, safeguards, would provide the basis for personal engagement, mutually undertaken past the month, and the project. Two weeks, in placement. Two weeks, back home and phone/meet 'aftercare' meet ups.
Doing the Shousouth initiative was not about turning, anyone along, said-professions' lines.
It wasn't, a work placement. More, ...an inspirational and empower, placement.
The other initiative, called Lark Ascending, which got to planning/funding stage, a few years later, was on the same tip.
This time, volunteers accompany a half dozen excluded ones, to the Royal Festival Hall, or Barbican. Dinner, first. Slap-up. Again, not to turn them on to symphonies and like. It's a night out, that's all. No big deal.
Imagine?
But no.
Oh, whitie-time is it? Push them, to sit with, toffs that enslave(d) us?
El Sistema, and, oh yeah, bull ...Horn. In and from ghettos that are 'Chicago'.
Venezuela.
Truthscoop.net/true-life-to-aj-tracey-AD
Search back to find the 'AJ Tracy story'. Can't find. (Spend a lot of time searching the sites for stuff).
It's a sweet, instructive story. AJ presents and pulls, winning moves. Unusual, and, my experience.
No procrastination, and freed up thinking. Quiet and concentrated. Steely resolve. Open, respectful, and polite.
Talked about the name?
Prompted, he suggested another.
I thought it was a 'family' name, transpires his nick-name, among work mates.
Our one phone call, that evening, encouraged him, and the name.
Only funny, other:
After talking about his production, I questioned his assertion, he'd be the rapper.
Been around, I knew better. Raised an eye-brow and questioned his judgement.
Late, last November, went to check the scene that, wasn't happening.
Know the day and hour. The following was the fourth one up on 'GRM'.
Smashed me like an Anarchy in the UK.
Monumental:
Can't believe... can't, re-find my 'Stinks story'. Mentioned, but know /thought(?), there was more.
Be a Rewind. Stuff on. No "popping out on an opp." Be on again, later.
Last night (Nb., I don't re-juggle sections and edits into chronological order.):