A United Kingdom

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A United Kingdom?: Teaching Against Imperialism in the UK

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We need to talk about Diane Abbott. Now. (EXPLICIT CONTENT)

Powerful, humbling stuff. I had no.idea of her achievements or the abuse this brave woman withstands everyday. Her inner strength is… unbelievable.

COOKING ON A BOOTSTRAP

This is not a recipe. I wrote this as a series of tweets today and readers asked for it as a blog post, so here it is. Our politics may differ, so feel free to skip straight back to the recipes if that’s what you’re here for.

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT DIANE ABBOTT.

Right one of us political writer people needs to do this and it looks like it’s me. Grab a seat. I wanna talk about Diane.
Diane was first elected as an MP in 1987, the year before I was born. She has been dedicated to serving the British public for longer than I have even been alive. Hold that thought. Understand it.
Diane was the first black woman to have a seat in the House of Commons. She MADE HISTORY. Her father was welder, her mother a nurse. How many working class kids do we have…

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I’m on you tube! 🙂 Please watch my performance at The Arcola Theatre in London where I read an extract from my novella entitled Maya. I also read an untitled poem I wrote. Comments gratefully received. 🙂

Dear Reader…

And oh! Dear Reader… he kissed me.

How can I describe how that felt?

Imagine being locked up in a darkened room. You miss the sunshine at first, but then after a while, you become accustomed to the dark. You learn to function in it – hell, you even learn to love it, for the darkness indeed has its own beauty.

In the black you learn to tailor your breathing – keep it short and sharp so you can survive. Through your shortened breathing, your heartbeat changes – your mind sharpens. It learns to get by on less and so cuts off the crap. Loses the luck lustre that lags at the sides. Your stance changes – your being changes.

You change.

You become a different beast altogether. Your eyes – large now, can see. There are shapes in the darkness. There are hell hounds that see you clearly. They have always seen you clearly as if in broad daylight. Your dark was their day and your day their dark – topsy turvy land. But things change.

Now you can see to avoid the jaws of death that previously ripped at your flesh. Not only do you avoid them but you have a snarl of your own, a look that can smote, a hurricane in your throat that can dissipate and obliterate all in your path. Your talons get as sharp as razors and your very presence and appearance is enough to keep the wolves at bay. Your skin, hard like dragon-hide, as scales grow over the soft gelatin of your sensitive parts – and you are powerful.

You roar.

You breathe molten fire and they melt. You grow in stature and are a force to be reckoned with. In the darkness you are Queen.

Until…

The sun burst in. Your large eyes didn’t see him coming. Like a thief hidden by the black light I did not see him come to steal from me. His black wings were camouflaged in my dark world and I deemed him harmless – less than harmless – he didn’t even register on my radar.

Until…

He spread those wings and swooped in faster than my eyes could catch. Faster than my breath could catch. Faster than my talons could catch.

And he kissed me. On the cheek. Goodbye.

And my world imploded.