Monday, 5 September 2011

Something of a pain in the gulliver - A reflective look at England’s riots.

The result of a nation’s youth without opportunity, fractured classes and apathetic politics.

Some weeks have passed since various English cities mindlessly descended in to a chaotic dystopia. Events not dissimilar to shattered fictional visions of our future littered headlines, as disgruntled youth failed to find a voice for any cause and resorted to the old ‘ultraviolence’. 

For me, as news steadily filtered through about the areas where unrest was escalating, it all started to resonate. The night trouble reached Birmingham, I grabbed my pad and pen hell-bent on some sort of scoop, naively unsure of what to expect. 

As a journalist in my infancy, I’m acutely aware that I should be nothing more than an observer. But finding myself twiddling thumbs in New Street station, distancing my feelings and thoughts became all the more intolerable. Be it strong underlying reasons or opportunist thievery, I was tormented by the sense that the economic classes, having been cast aside, had frustrations not to dissimilar to people I know or have grown up with.
 


In fact the next night saw rioting reach my own home town of Wolverhampton. I’ve lived in Wolves for the majority of my life and, while I can’t fully claim to belong to the demographic most notably affected - I can try and attach my own understanding of events. 

Riot police storm Wolverhampton city streets.


I’m proud to be a ‘Yam Yam’ (One originating from Wolverhampton). So when the rioting left the confines of the Big Smoke, and reached my small corner of the Black Country - I naturally wondered, what makes people so disenchanted, to the extent that they see it fit to vent their frustrations upon their own communities?

What’s the Problem?

In the dazed stupor of morning, there was a sense of inevitability toward the violence that preceded it the night before. 


Riot police trooped back into their vans and hooded vandals skulked off in the light of dawn. Shop owners powerless to protect, stood solemn faced, neglected. 

The true lingering feeling though, was an unnerving one. No one seemed surprised.

I again visited Birmingham, a couple of days after the last night of rioting there. The streets strewn with boarded up windows, the only indication of the mayhem two nights before. The feelings of discontent remained though.

I spoke to a man aged 25, who had, perhaps unwittingly, got involved during the rioting. I shall call him Richard for the purposes of this article. 

Richard, although from a poor area of Birmingham, is well spoken and has a decent education. He is however, out of work and looted during the unrest. 

“We [The Unemployed] are not cared about. There is no opportunity and we’re just left, invisible. We live in a world where it’s important to look good, have nice things. The culture makes it difficult to get on in life. 

To be honest, I never went out that night with the intention to start anything. I’m out of work, my friends are out of work. We have built up anger, anger at the government, I’m not happy in life. The police were just standing there and we thought ‘Why not?’ 

The police didn’t do much at all, but people were angry at them. I know they're just doing a job, but they are a symbol of the government. The government is at fault and they represent that. I can understand why people started attacking them.” 

“I don’t regret getting involved.” At this point Richard carefully slid his hand into his pocket, pulling out an expensive looking watch. “I daren't wear it, I do feel bad for stealing, but I guess I got away with it. At the time I was thinking it might make things change, bring some attention to people like us, people struggling. I know it was wrong, but the government is just gonna throw people in prison. That’s no solution; the problem is a much deeper one.”

An arcane rebellion of youth disillusioned with the state, its combatants using the likes of twitter to coordinate opportune thievery. 

A perverted, shallow mirroring of uprisings orchestrated elsewhere in the world?

Although the English riots did descend into chaos, I don’t believe that it can be entirely attributed to wanting the latest pair of Nike trainers or giving the old bill a good kicking. The problem, like ‘Richard’ said; is a much deeper one.

The death of Mark Duggan, whether he did, or didn’t shoot first, has been dealt with clumsily by the MET. No one can contest that this was the initial spark to set London ablaze.

A young black man was shot and killed by police, and although initially thought of as race riots similar to that of Broadwater farm in the eighties, this was not the case. Tottenham’s MP David Lammy also moved to dispel any notion of race being a contributing factor, even if some far right politicians would still like you to believe it. 

Today, communities affected by rioting, London, Birmingham, Manchester are all incredibly diverse, with a great spectrum of ethnicity and culture. 

The riots spread, almost as fast as the fires raging in Tottenham’s streets, the cause, unemployment and cuts? Competition for work is high and opportunities are not. But that’s an easy conclusion as to why young people have laid waste to their own cities in visceral frustration. 

It’s no coincidence that England has seen the worst civil unrest in decades amongst a backdrop of a freefalling global economy. Capitalism is failing; there is a widening gap between life chances and the wages of the wealthy and the poor. In 2010 the 1,000 richest people had a combined fortune £333.5 billion, which had risen by 30% since 2009. 

It’s become a vicious circle, over spending, over borrowing, and the fostering desire for goods. Consumerism was embodied in the looting. An electrical store on a humble street corner of Wolverhampton is a much easier target to smash up and pilfer from when you can’t afford that LCD T.V or that Xbox and any poorly paid jobs there are already taken.


Just as Richard said, we belong to a culture where what you wear and what you own, characterise the person you are, an erogenous message which our society feeds off and fully endorses.

 Looted: Sunitek electrical store in Wolverhampton.


Then there are the city bankers who screwed up the economy; they receive bail outs and grotesque bonuses. Government protects the interests of the fat cats and corporations it’s in bed with, rather than those of the people it serves to protect. 

Political Apathy 

When David Cameron finally came back from holiday, saying that behaviour was ‘sick’, ‘unacceptable’ and that the rioters would ‘feel the full force of the law’, there was nothing original. In fact it was almost a carbon copy of what he offered up in statement during the aftermath of the student demonstrations last November. The comments were empty and neglectful, an easy answer to a complicated problem. 

Long gone is the PM’s gimmicky slogan of ‘hug a hoody’, now he just wants to throw them all in jail - This all coming from a man who spent his youth regularly smashing up private property, just for a laugh. 

Is it any wonder that some young people are disillusioned with politics and have a complete disregard for authority? There is no vested time or interest in them, neither is there enough effort in finding a proper solution to the problems we find ourselves in. Cuts may balance the books, but at what social cost? If there are no jobs and no means to develop skills, we will continue to live in a fractured nation. 

In an age of austerity, our government can ill afford to ignore those who are lacking in work, opportunity and motivation...

Friday, 29 July 2011

Leave your message after the tone...

After a newspaper died of shame, barely a day has passed, an hour has passed without a blow by (custard pie) blow account of how irrevocable damage has been done to the Murdoch Empire.

The practices of the News of the World were more than just unethical, cover-ups, criminality and corruption. As revelations have unfolded the reputation of News International is in tatters. Even those who defended the New of the World so vehemently as the paper closed down, have been left disillusioned. 

This week it was revealed that Sara Payne, mother of murdered school girl Sarah Payne, was handed a free phone by Rebekah Brooks, which was then allegedly hacked into.

The appalling behavior of the NOTW and News International should be exposed, it represent brilliant journalistic work after all. However there is an emboldened sense of cause, it seems, among some journalists. They have embarked on a moral crusade against the Murdoch empire, which has stifled and frustrated with a vice tight grip on the British media for over 40 years.



Like a pustule that’s dying to be squeezed, broadsheet journalists have been poking and prodding until all the putrid contents splatter out with lucid detail across the front pages, like a smeared bathroom mirror.  

What these journalists are failing to consider is the blemish on the industry that’s being left behind .


A headline in the Atlantic read: ‘How Britain's Guardian is making journalism history’. Which could take on an unfortunate double meaning, prophesying the demise of every newspaper in the land.

Ultimately, no matter who is convicted and how many tabloid newspapers are exposed, my concern is the future of press freedom. Journalism serves an important purpose in this country – Under Article 10 of the European Court of Human Rights, journalists enjoy the freedom of expression.


In light of recent revelations politicians have suggested that the British press is in need of major reforms – reporting must be carried out ethically, each journalist a slave to what is deemed to be in the ‘Public Interest’.

Even the most rebellious amongst Fleet Street will have to toe the line, as under new proposals, supported by all the parties, there will be considerable intervention. Parliamentary hearings, police hearings and public inquiries all empowered by the government to do away with the self regulation of the Press Complaints Commission. The PCC is largely ineffective, due limitations in regards to the punishment it can give for misdemeanours. However, the notion that more official regulation imposed by the state will be a positive outcome, is a false one. The freedom of the press and its separation from government has been the focal point to democracy. 


If the state does gain more regulatory power over what the press can and cannot publish in Britain, it will seriously impact upon the ways in which the media operates freely and its ability to hold those in power accountable could be severely curtailed.

Karl Marx argued against the control of the press by the Prussian state in the 1840s. He protested that a ‘free press is the ubiquitous vigilant eye of a people’s soul, the embodiment of a people’s faith in itself. It is the spiritual mirror in which a people can see itself, and self-examination is the first condition of wisdom.’

This new press regulation is being touted under the guise of protecting the public from unruly and irresponsible tabloid journalists as well as combating  potential Murdoch monopolization. This does not alter the fact that civil liberties would be dealt a severe blow, presenting a blackened ‘vigilant eye of a people’s soul’.


Lord Justice Leveson will now preside over the future of press freedom, unelected and unaccountable. David Cameron of course told parliament that he didn't favour ‘full statutory regulation’, but as the judge is free to consider all options, ‘we will have to be guided by what this inquiry finds’. Cameron said.

I fear that the broadsheet journalists, who are unrelenting in their efforts to bring Murdoch down, have lost sight of the damage they could be causing.


“All truth with malice in it; all that crack the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonism of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab.”


Surely those journalists hell bent on taking Murdoch down are not naive enough to assume that a new form of regulation will only curb the practices of the ‘evil’ tabloid press?


You're To Blame



The reporting over the closure of the NOTW largely overlooked that 200 people lost their jobs. Barely dead and buried and there is already virile mutterings over the conduct of the Mail and the Mirror too.


What both Rusbridger (Guardian) and Murdoch can agree on, however, is that the print industry is shrinking, the internet is flourishing and the press already struggle to keep up with the online conversation. Scandal or not, newspapers are facing a struggle to stay in business. 


7 million people have just lost their weekly 'Screws of the World', I highly doubt that they will turn to The Observer, to gain their fix of a Sunday morning.


There is not only a danger of censorship under statutory regulation, but the possibility that publications will no longer be able to cater to their audiences.

After all, it's all your fault; the British public, 7 million NOTW readers. You crave the stories that got us into this mess. The footballers engaged in extra marital affairs, the pop-stars with a drug and alcohol problem.

Chortling over your cornflakes at the latest revelations, is it any wonder that journalists have to engage in malpractice to meet the demands - providing you, the reader, with the latest tidbit?

Hacking the relatives of murder victims is wrong and unethical and no matter how you look at it, it can't be defended and I'm not trying to. Without condoning the actions of Glenn Mulcaire and the NOTW - the fact remains that, in an ever competitive industry, where journalists are finding it increasingly difficult to stay relevant, where consumers can, and do go elsewhere on the web to find the story, reporters have to find new and innovative ways to maintain interest, to get ahead of the competition, to break the news.


Journalism is a business and celebrity culture has dictated that journalists must now endeavour to entertain to be successful. Resented by some, is it any wonder that so called ‘proper’ journalists, at the likes of the Guardian, have reveled in the demise of Murdoch and his favourite red-top.


So as the furore over hacking continues, spare a thought for every juicy detail you perused, that celebrity’s life you watched fall apart, and gossiped about in the office later that day - because soon it may be a thing of the past. And then consider the future of the British press, the things that might not be said, ideas that won’t be questioned and the issues that will no longer be investigated. 

Monday, 20 June 2011

"Don't waste time on excuses. Just get it done."

I've become a bit of a serial tweeter recently, probably amassing over a grand of tweets in the last couple of months alone. Although a valuable tool for a prospective and aspiring journalist such as myself, I do think that, as of late, I have fallen victim to the David Cameron characterization of 'Too many tweets make a twat'.

Nevertheless, I was partaking in my routinely perusal of twitter, when I stumbled across an offering from P Diddy @  no less. He quoted Ralph Marston; "Don't Waste time on excuses. Just get it done." Normally I wouldn't afford this a second glance, however today it particularly resonated.

Around lunchtime I had learned that I had lost a mentor and a friend in Darren Connor.

Darren Connor
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Darren taught me in my first year of my degree at the University of Cumbria, upon our first meeting I was struck by his passion for the job. It is always refreshing to meet people that have a childlike enthusiasm and love for what they do, he was brilliant and it made for entertaining and popular lectures.

As my life at university continued, Darren was no longer a mentor in an official capacity. However, rather than fall off the radar, his encouragement and keen interest in what I was getting up to never wavered. I had intended to visit him this week, finishing my degree this year I wanted to thank him and say my goodbyes or rather 'see you laters'. 

That opportunity is lost, and I will never see, speak or tweet to Darren Connor again. He died taking part in a charity bike ride in aid of Children 1st in Lockerbie on Sunday. Now, the value of his encouragement and faith in my ability has never been more appreciated, which is sad. 

Embarking on the cut throat world of journalism, having somebody show an ounce of respect and interest in what you're doing is incredibly rewarding and valued. I have a great deal of admiration for Darren, not only as a tutor but as a friend. A complete dandy and fellow fan of paisley shirts and pointy shoes - it was obvious that we would get along. His love of The Smiths and Morrissey sealed the deal. 

So the blog, and why this is my first post. I'm most certainly at a crossroads in my life and I've been somewhat tentative about making the decisions and taking the actions which will dictate my immediate future.

Recent events have caused me to re-evaluate a lot of things... However hearing that Darren had passed away hit home. A Smiths' song title (How Soon Is Now?) seemed particularly apt for a blog that I had been meaning to start for some months.

Darren was a twitter veteran, a constant source of wry and witty retort. Perhaps fitting then, and somewhat poignant that a tweet lifted off the page and caught my eye, stopping my procrastination as I mindlessly scrolled through what people had for breakfast...



'Don't waste time on excuses. Just get it done.'

Not to be morbid, but as I finish university, get older and head into the great unknown of life after education, I'm increasingly aware of my own mortality. Life truly is short and is definitely not to be wasted.

Darren led by example - enthusiasm and enjoyment. No regrets and no missed opportunities. Throw yourself in and just get it done...