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Don't stop, all is to be done!

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sanin-kiss-sharpenedGiven the massive student demonstrations of last December in the UK, it is perhaps surprising that more coverage has not gone to the recent events in Colombia. In early October the Santos government sought to introduce a law (Ley 30) that would, among other thing, privatise the remaining public universities. In an immediate and powerful response, the students began to organise acts of public protest, culminating with a nationwide protest on 10 November. They combined with labour unions, their lecturers and secondary school children. They used a variety of tactics, from the traditional political expressions like marches and traffic interruptions to the more novel, like hug-a-thons with the police. They looked to the Chilean and UK student protests, the Spanish Indignados and their own traditions and histories of resistance. In the face of such massive protest from across Colombian society, the government first – as in Chile and the UK – threatened and then used ‘forcefully… the legal arm of state repression.’ However, on 16 November, in what should be seen as a victory for the global student movement, the government withdrew Ley 30. In this open letter to the Student movement, Professor Ricardo Sanin pleads that they should not to stop but rather covert their struggle against Ley 30 into a ruptural counterpoint.

Author: Ricardo Sanín Restrepo (in Spanish)

You have shaken the structures of power of this country with what you have achieved until now. You have attained an everlasting victory over an ideological machine that is used to suffocate any dissident discourse that aspires to social justice with the violence of weapons, media or law. You have shown us all that we are not the country drawn by media fantasies, that we are not puppets on the string of a macabre ‘reality show’ and that we are not willing to sell ourselves to the highest bidders. You have also shown us that this cannot be the country dominated by a meticulous elite depredatory of democracy, shielded in a fortress of words and statistics without meaning. You have brought down to its knees an enormous power device, demonstrating that you are not phantoms dragging out of nothing, but that you are a dense reality that appears from your own history and time, that emerges from your own discourse and your own capacity to imagine and create a better world. Thus you have given a new meaning and orientation to the deepest sense of democracy: to live in conflict and to take it to its limit. In other words you have recovered the true meaning of politics, that which is anonymous, whose most intimate and sacred architecture are the streets, the squares and the walls and you have rewritten over a petrified history of the few. You have achieved this with tenacity, discipline, but above all love.

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'I actually cry every time I see Riverdance'

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Our Taoiseach Endy Kenny told us on Sunday that the current economic crisis is not our fault, yet he insists on billing me and everyone else in this country for the stupid decisicions made by our financial and political elites. His hollow rhetoric insults our nation's intelligence. His words mean nothing to me. He also told me he cries everytime he sees Riverdance.

I actually cry at riverdance feat Enda Kenny aka T-Shock by bluefood
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A responsible response

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watching-tvEnda Kenny’s address the other night was intended to confuse and demoralise. Maybe this is why his wooden delivery, with his head slightly cocked to one side, recalled a Thunderbird whose string had snapped. Even so, I think it’s worth thinking about what Kenny and his advisers meant when he said “this crisis is not your responsibility”.

Kenny addressed his embalmed boosterism to identified segments of the electorate:  parents, business owners, the unemployed. He wasn’t addressing people as citizens of a democracy: people who meet with others to debate and decide how their society ought to be run. Rather, he was addressing them as isolated individuals, sitting at home in front of the TV, whose only real obligations, as per the usual conservative formula, are to themselves and their immediate family. Oh, and maybe to vote once every four years or so.

I admit, he had me for a second. I had just put the kids to bed. When Kenny said “if you’re a parent who has just put the children to bed,” he caught my attention, the way John’s attention is caught when a stage psychic asks “Is there a John in the audience?”

In getting me to pay attention as a parent, he and his advisers were getting me to think about the crisis, and the budget, through narrow personal fears and obligations.

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Giddiness and waywardness

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Coming from a traditional Traveller family, my electric wheelchair symbolises not just independence by way of mobility but, as a Traveller Beoir, the chair gave me choices, opportunities and autonomy.

Late one night, in the trailer where we lived when I was 18, in St. Margaret’s campsite, Ballymun, while in bed, our Mary nudged me in the ribs to listen to  mam pleading with  dad. “Brian, if she was one of your sons, you’d want her to have her freedom.” His response: “It’s dangerous. She’ll be taken advantage of or worse still, she might take advantage of someone else.” Both my parents were desperately trying to deal with the emotional side of me moving from childhood to adulthood, but also trying to encompass the question of my so-called vulnerability because of my cerebral palsy. My mother, in her wisdom, said, “Without the chair, she won’t be like her sisters. She’ll have no life. We won’t always be around. The giddiness and her foolish ways might go if she has the chair. It could be the makings of her.”

The chair came but it was too late. Being in special school, I had already fallen in with a wayward crowd. Writers, activists, philosophers, agitators, generally people who had too much to say for themselves. People who were angry. People who were oppressed and disadvantaged. People who dreamt of change. Between the ages of 18 and 25, most of us lived in sheltered or residential accommodation. In those days, disability allowance went to the service provider, and every Thursday in a public and humiliating way, we all lined up to receive our brown envelope of £5. This practice was more humiliating and degrading than fundraising (but that’s another story).

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Many grievances, many hopes

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book of grievances and hopesOn Saturday last, 3 December 2011, the Spectacle of Defiance and Hope brought central Dublin to life with one of the most imaginative and colourful demonstrations ever witnessed in the city. Thousands of people of all ages from some of the most disadvantaged communities in Dublin and elsewhere came together to protest against the impact of spending cuts. Now in its second year, the Spectacle borrowed an idea from pre-revolutionary France by inviting community organisations to collate books documenting ordinary people’s grievances at what has happened during the recession and their hopes for the future. Below, some selections from the Books of Grievances and Hopes.

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Bleeding Horses

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All these bleeding horses
you can't hear yourself think
with the racket of their whinnying
last gasp call and answer chants
and Helen pet sheath those trojans
in your blouse there are no incognitos
in this herd, unless you're prone
to necrophiliac urges, move along love
there's nothing to see here
and that coach and four is less
than apocalyptic with its coconut shell
hoofbeats, not spellbound neither
these beasts are walking cold
I think I'll name the deadest Ozymandias 
he's no stalking horse this colt -
concealing sure death for snipe or grouse
behind his shoulder, no there are no birds
and what's more no hands
just a mess of nerve endings congealing
but still standing and we're getting ridden
good and proper then put up wet
by a straw man who hasn't
a notion that he's flogging a pulse deficit
he'll be shocked and awed to feel
haunches buckling forelegs kneeling
as his MoUnt sprawls sideways on the turf
what's worse though is how
all these stable doors are closed with
the stupid bolted nags still in them.

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The wretched of the earth

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Freetown, Sierra Leone

The current crisis has seen savage cuts in the funds that the Irish state offers in support of the world’s poor. In his statement to the Dáil on Monday, the Minister for Public Expenditure Brendan Howlin announced that the Irish aid budget is to be slashed by a further €52.9 million. In this article, Anne O’Brien underlines the iniquity of a political system that can find seemingly endless funds for the banks while taking food from the mouths of some of the poorest people on the planet.

This crisis is impacting very heavily in Ireland and its effects are felt most forcefully by the most vulnerable people in our society. But the crisis has no passport, it’s not just an Irish crisis, it's also a global crisis, caused by the unsustainable structures of the world economy. At a global level, the recession also most strongly affects the weakest nations, which suffer from crises not only of finance but also in terms of food, water, fuel and climate. A useful sense of the scale of the global problem is offered by the Nations Online project. It notes that if we could shrink the earth's population to a village of 100 people, 81 people would be from less developed countries, 60 would mistrust their own government, 48 would live on less than $2 a day, 20 would live on less than $1 a day, 16 would lack access to safe drinking water, 14 would suffer from malnutrition and only one would have a college education. Half of the village's wealth would be owned by only six people, and most of them would be in the United States end of the village.

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We, the people, are too big to fail

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The Ballyhea Bondholder Bailout Protest, now in its 40th week and joined with Charleville (their 25th week) is about one issue, and one issue only – the transference of private debt to the public purse. In one word, and very pure, very simple, it’s wrong.

History

On a fateful weekend in September 2008 Taoiseach Brian Cowen and Finance Minister Brian Lenihan were called to a crisis meeting with Ireland’s banking elite and fed with false/incomplete information (take your pick); they declared a blanket Bank Guarantee, three words that will haunt us for generations, three words that will define the history of this whole debacle.

The fear they were force-fed was that if drastic measures weren’t taken that weekend there would be a run on deposits in Irish banks when the doors opened the next morning, thus causing institutional collapse and financial chaos. Brian Lenihan could have guaranteed deposits only, should have guaranteed deposits only, but he was pushed/panicked into guaranteeing everything – deposits, liabilities, the whole kit and cabondle. He was also blinded; €5bn was the initial cost estimate, ‘the cheapest bank bailout in history’ his confident boast, but that, alas, proved false, a figure he based on the false numbers fed to him by those superbankers.

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A chariot worth 4.58 million bondmaids

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'Go here, Mac Roth,' Medb said. 'Ask Dáire to lend me Donn Cuailnge for a year. At the end of the year he can have fifty yearling heifers in payment for the loan, and the Brown Bull of Cualinge back. And you can offer him this too, Mac Roth, if the people of the country think badly of losing their fine jewel, the Donn Cuailnge: if Dáire himself comes with the bull I'll give him a portion of the fine Plain of Ai equal to his own lands, and a chariot worth thrice seven bondmaids, and my own friendly thighs on top of that.'

 - Thomas Kinsella (trans.), The Táin, Oxford University Press, 2002, p55

Just over a year ago, two modern day chieftains went cap in hand to their own feudal lords in Europe and asked for a loan, not of the Brown Bull of Cualinge, but of €67.5 Billion, and while then Taoiseach Brian Cowen fortunately did not make an offer of his own friendly thighs in return, what he did put forward as collateral was a chariot worth 4.58 million bondmaids.

The Táin Bó Cuailnge is our original national epic, the closet thing to a foundation myth we have, and while during Sunday’s State of the Nation address current Taoiseach Enda Kenny drew inspiration from another more recent foundation myth – referencing as he did the 90th anniversary of the signing of the Treaty, which falls squarely on tomorrow's revenue-raising Budget day - to truly understand the state we are in the Táin is as good a place as any to begin. Specifically, the role of the bondmaid in feudal Ireland - a bondmaid being a female slave. So common were female slaves in early Ireland that, according to historian Nini Rodgers, they formed a basic unit of currency:

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