Two days' washing up done, phew! It was my birthday, yesterday, after all . . . I wonder if I had told Facebook . . . No matter.
It was a lovely sunny day, so I took the chance to do a white wash, but bottled it after visiting my neighbours to give them some chocolate cake, and brought my wah in from the line early.
So, today, I want to do some other 'washing up' and let this anti-Semitism rest.
For as long as it shall please The Good Lord so to do.
So, first, I'm honoured that our friend Simon Hill received my Plain-spoken Quaker rant in a graceful way, thank-you to him.
Secondly, as my mum might have said (but I doubt it) almost sixty years' ago when we moved to Chislehurst, Kent from Kennington, Surrey, 'OK, you've had your fun. Now go outside to play."
That would have involved my brother and I playing football in the street (he was good, I wasn't: at football that is. And, perhaps other things, too.)
Just as I recall playing marbles in the street at Meadow Mews in Kennington.
The traffic was far less then.
Or I'd go up 'The Common' on my fiercely-heavy bike, painted blue (did my dad do that painting: I expect so) before I moaned to have a new Moulton bike: flashy but not so very well used. Kids!
There on Chislehurst Common, I'd go beyond The Second Pond and dam up the small streams with the hard, smooth pebbles found there (Chislehurst's name means 'gravely hill', chysl-hirst and one of my fave places is the wald down Botany Bay Hill to the National Trust farmland next to another stream, over those smooth, hard pebbles.
As good a place to visit as the Rideau River falls, where, at melt times, huge blocks of ice would, momentarily, as in a Tom and Jerry cartoon, hover above the Ottawa River before falling into the abyss.
Happy times.
So, back to this anti-semitism thing.
Through 'The Divine Stage Management', this has come to the point where others of my friends have posted a picture of a naked bittom and others have got into declarations of lust.
So time for us all to 'Go outside and play!'
But, before that, my promise to explain all this a bit.
Almost exactly a year ago, when I was living at Coleridge House in Beckenham, Jane Shaw at The Labour Party told me, in her purely administrative, managerial capacity, that some anonymous (to me) individual, or group or organisaion of individuals (again, anonymous to me) had accused me of anti-semitic behaviour, citing various of my Facebook posts in support. I was asked for my response and with a little to-ing and fro-ing, I was told that there would be a hearing. That I cohldn't bring witnesses to that and that I was only allowed to have a 'Silent friend'beside me at the hearing, whose only permission was to whisper things in my ear: such, perhaps, as 'Stop punching him, John!' or'Stop banging his head on the floor, John!'
Both rather unlikely: we are both active pacifists!
In the end, after being 'Decanted' from Beckenham to Littlehampton (long story), things toddled on such that, without that hearing, or the opportunity of appeal, or with an opportunity to reapply for membership *for at least* five years (!), a letter arrived here on Thursday 14th February (that's the mystery envelope that I photographed and posted here, not revealing its contents: nice spot by one of my FB friends!) Saying that, along with twenty-four others, I was expelled from the Labour Party, on the terms described above.
Pretty fantastic: at the age of thirteen, I was leafletting, for or with my dad, Labour Party election leaflets around that self-same Chislehurst Common's Second Pond, and adjacent to which, 2015, as Our Labour Party's candidate for the Bromley and Chislehurst Parliamentary Candidate, at the Methodist Church hustings in Prince Imperial Way (closer to the Third Pond, a rather fugitive welland, and The First Pond), I was giving the re-standing Conservative Candidate, Bob Niell, the coniptions, for saying that true Cinservatives should vote UKIP, since the then-Conservative Party was the New Liberal party, so why both voting Fib, when you can, as well, vote Conservative.
So, why am I typing this?
Simply because, pretty well up to the February 2019 letter telling me of the anti-semitic accusation (for which there is a history, somewhat sketchy, of about six months), I'd never given any attention, in any meaningful way, to the Zionist invasion of Palestine.
So, over the past year, I've felt obliged to do so.
And hence our friend Simon Hill's repeated rhetorical question, 'The Jews, always The Jews.'
That's why over a year, I've read, as best I can, around the subject of Zionism, the creation and behaviour of The Zionist State of Israel.
It is clear to me that no-one can support *every action* of The Zionist State of Israel (take the sanction for Israeli Army snipers to shoot children, or the continued imprisonment of the Israeli whisteblower Mordechi Vanunu for daring to tell the worl that, yes, The Zionist State of Israel has nuclear weapons, about which it will not admit. And on, and on.
Just think of the brutalisation of those poor Israeli settler boys recently posted to this page, beer bottle in hand, "This is our land that God gave us: and we killed Jesus." My hear still bleeds.
And, yes, we *are*, all, Rachel Corrie.
Worse, I have adumbrated a solution: a One Stare solution, a Palestine to the 1917-1945 boundaries, operating as a secular Co-operative Socialist Commonwealth.
It could be done.
So, let's leave it there.
There will be comments to this.
God willing I'll have the strength to not respond to them.
Nor, I hope, anyone else.
Let's get back to the main task: replacing capitalism with true Co-operative Socialism.
And to attend to that task, not *on* Tuesday, but *by* Tuesday.
Shamom alekhum, Salam alekhum, Peace and Blessings, all,
John
It was a lovely sunny day, so I took the chance to do a white wash, but bottled it after visiting my neighbours to give them some chocolate cake, and brought my wah in from the line early.
So, today, I want to do some other 'washing up' and let this anti-Semitism rest.
For as long as it shall please The Good Lord so to do.
So, first, I'm honoured that our friend Simon Hill received my Plain-spoken Quaker rant in a graceful way, thank-you to him.
Secondly, as my mum might have said (but I doubt it) almost sixty years' ago when we moved to Chislehurst, Kent from Kennington, Surrey, 'OK, you've had your fun. Now go outside to play."
That would have involved my brother and I playing football in the street (he was good, I wasn't: at football that is. And, perhaps other things, too.)
Just as I recall playing marbles in the street at Meadow Mews in Kennington.
The traffic was far less then.
Or I'd go up 'The Common' on my fiercely-heavy bike, painted blue (did my dad do that painting: I expect so) before I moaned to have a new Moulton bike: flashy but not so very well used. Kids!
There on Chislehurst Common, I'd go beyond The Second Pond and dam up the small streams with the hard, smooth pebbles found there (Chislehurst's name means 'gravely hill', chysl-hirst and one of my fave places is the wald down Botany Bay Hill to the National Trust farmland next to another stream, over those smooth, hard pebbles.
As good a place to visit as the Rideau River falls, where, at melt times, huge blocks of ice would, momentarily, as in a Tom and Jerry cartoon, hover above the Ottawa River before falling into the abyss.
Happy times.
So, back to this anti-semitism thing.
Through 'The Divine Stage Management', this has come to the point where others of my friends have posted a picture of a naked bittom and others have got into declarations of lust.
So time for us all to 'Go outside and play!'
But, before that, my promise to explain all this a bit.
Almost exactly a year ago, when I was living at Coleridge House in Beckenham, Jane Shaw at The Labour Party told me, in her purely administrative, managerial capacity, that some anonymous (to me) individual, or group or organisaion of individuals (again, anonymous to me) had accused me of anti-semitic behaviour, citing various of my Facebook posts in support. I was asked for my response and with a little to-ing and fro-ing, I was told that there would be a hearing. That I cohldn't bring witnesses to that and that I was only allowed to have a 'Silent friend'beside me at the hearing, whose only permission was to whisper things in my ear: such, perhaps, as 'Stop punching him, John!' or'Stop banging his head on the floor, John!'
Both rather unlikely: we are both active pacifists!
In the end, after being 'Decanted' from Beckenham to Littlehampton (long story), things toddled on such that, without that hearing, or the opportunity of appeal, or with an opportunity to reapply for membership *for at least* five years (!), a letter arrived here on Thursday 14th February (that's the mystery envelope that I photographed and posted here, not revealing its contents: nice spot by one of my FB friends!) Saying that, along with twenty-four others, I was expelled from the Labour Party, on the terms described above.
Pretty fantastic: at the age of thirteen, I was leafletting, for or with my dad, Labour Party election leaflets around that self-same Chislehurst Common's Second Pond, and adjacent to which, 2015, as Our Labour Party's candidate for the Bromley and Chislehurst Parliamentary Candidate, at the Methodist Church hustings in Prince Imperial Way (closer to the Third Pond, a rather fugitive welland, and The First Pond), I was giving the re-standing Conservative Candidate, Bob Niell, the coniptions, for saying that true Cinservatives should vote UKIP, since the then-Conservative Party was the New Liberal party, so why both voting Fib, when you can, as well, vote Conservative.
So, why am I typing this?
Simply because, pretty well up to the February 2019 letter telling me of the anti-semitic accusation (for which there is a history, somewhat sketchy, of about six months), I'd never given any attention, in any meaningful way, to the Zionist invasion of Palestine.
So, over the past year, I've felt obliged to do so.
And hence our friend Simon Hill's repeated rhetorical question, 'The Jews, always The Jews.'
That's why over a year, I've read, as best I can, around the subject of Zionism, the creation and behaviour of The Zionist State of Israel.
It is clear to me that no-one can support *every action* of The Zionist State of Israel (take the sanction for Israeli Army snipers to shoot children, or the continued imprisonment of the Israeli whisteblower Mordechi Vanunu for daring to tell the worl that, yes, The Zionist State of Israel has nuclear weapons, about which it will not admit. And on, and on.
Just think of the brutalisation of those poor Israeli settler boys recently posted to this page, beer bottle in hand, "This is our land that God gave us: and we killed Jesus." My hear still bleeds.
And, yes, we *are*, all, Rachel Corrie.
Worse, I have adumbrated a solution: a One Stare solution, a Palestine to the 1917-1945 boundaries, operating as a secular Co-operative Socialist Commonwealth.
It could be done.
So, let's leave it there.
There will be comments to this.
God willing I'll have the strength to not respond to them.
Nor, I hope, anyone else.
Let's get back to the main task: replacing capitalism with true Co-operative Socialism.
And to attend to that task, not *on* Tuesday, but *by* Tuesday.
Shamom alekhum, Salam alekhum, Peace and Blessings, all,
John
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