Posts tagged with "hope"
Friday, 1. September 2006, 12:45:24
adult, racism, hope
There has, here in the United Kingdom - a challenging term at these times - been much fuss and furore over race and culture. It has been simmering for many years - decades - Brixton riots of the eighties and the Bradford/Oldham infractions come to mind. In the immediate past, there has been the airing of a BBC film "Shoot The Messenger", all the scaremongering toward Asian/Middle eastern looking Muslims and an unseemly row between Ken Livingstone, Mayor of London and Trevor Phillips, the chairman of the Commission for Racial Equality over the multi-cultural merits of the Notting Hill carnival.
Living in the city, London, as I do, it is hard to not to notice the sheer volume of people and cultures that inhabit this little city. I went to a school, back in the eighties, that was over eighty percent black and British born. The rest of the school was comprised of white British and other British born but with family of different origin. The dominant religion was Christianity and all the role models for the black youths were American. As a black person, with predominantly black friends whilst growing up, there were beliefs, passed down and around from relatives and peers, of what we were, as black people, and how we were viewed. The "second class citizen" tag is one which is only now lifting after two, in some cases, three generations. There was always the belief that we would have to work twice as hard as our white counter parts to achieve the same position in society. When I was growing up only the best went to university, these days, black, white and other, all go to "Uni".
With the eighties and the advent of Windows, mobile phones and media age, the world suddenly got
smaller. As computer prices fell and the internet became more widespread, more and more people could
afford them and the world got even smaller. Air travel has become cheaper and more frequent; and the
world is even smaller.
Due to the British economy and a somewhat open door policy across Europe, Britain, and its cities are awash with different cultures. There is not a region of the world that is not represented in London, in fact, you can, in some parts, find it hard to meet a native. London is indeed a multi-cultural melting pot. Or should I say pot. The races do not melt together as much as one might believe living in London. In urban areas, where people are forced to live together, the races tend to mix. This is very much the case with black and white, the sight of a black and white couple barely turning a head nowadays. Black and other races is, besides white, a rarer sight, though that is a totally different blog, so I will not go in to the whys
here.
It was touched upon, if not mentioned in the brilliant BBC film "Shoot The Messenger" which told the fictional story of a middle class black man, Joe, who is becomes a teacher so as to help black students but is accused of assault by one of the pupils and his life spirals out of control, finding himself ostracised by black society and reduced to madness and eventual homelessness. He is rescued by a god fearing black woman and gets his life back on track. The way the story is told allows Joe to address the camera and through these asides we learn that he sees all his problems as steming from his blackness.
In the press, from some quarters, there was a feeling that the film was overwhelmingly negative in it's portrayal of black people - this is not true - and that it was racist, once again a different blog, but suffice to say, it was one of the few programmes I have seen in years where I saw recognisibly black characters.
Trevor Phillips said that he believed the Notting Hill carnival was no more multicultural than "a day's Morris dancing or caber-tossing" Ken Livingstone took exception to these comments and proclaimed, live on radio, that Mr Phillips was "pandering to the right" and that "he'll soon be joining the BNP" - British National Party - extreme right wing "political" party, promoting white rights. I believe that Trevor Phillips was just pointing out that the carnival, though attended by every race and creed, was still an event dominated by black music - r&b, reggae and calypso - and the floats and costumes are West Indian in origin. So in that respect he is right; it is not a multicultral event. It is a party and everyone can attend, but so is Chinese New year, but one would not call that a multicultural event.
I don't know much about being a Muslim. I am not one. I do know that they do not all hold with or support the views of those who have unwittingly pushed their faith to the forefront of national conscienceness. The fact is most human beings has some belief system, religious or otherwise, that guides them and governs their lives and decisions. Most of us want to be happy and safe and want the same for our families and friends. Muslims are no different. Hammasa Kohistani is a Muslim, she has caused some controversy and some celebration. Who is she? She is a beautiful girl who entered a beauty contest and ended up as the current Miss England.
So to the question of multicultural U.K.? No, not really. I have black friends, white friends and Asian friends, but I live in a city where people from every corner of the planet come to visit and if they ask me, I could tell them what part of the city they are most likely to find most of their compatriots, because most people want to be with their "own". Having said that, every change begins with oneself, so ask yourself; how much do you want to mix?
Saturday, 26. August 2006, 23:32:37
what?, hope, music
The Basement Jaxx new single "Hush Boy" is sampling music from an old funky disco track call "Much too much" , but for the life of me I cannot remember who sang it! Help! Otherwise i'll have to go to my sister's house and dig up the album - i've got a lot of vinyl! - help! thank-Q:)
Friday, 7. July 2006, 12:17:08
life, hope, words
The mayfly lives for just one day
A day to work, no rest, but play
It got me wondering, what? I would do
With just twenty-four hours to get thru
No time to worry, frown or mope
No future planning, no lingering hope
Compelled to act immediately
Knowing that time will not wait for me
What would I do? Where would I go?
What's most important? How do I know?
The family, friends and forgotten memories
The special persons who creates reveries
A complex thing it is indeed
To know the urgency, the speed
A life of one full day and night
To try everything to make it right
Of course there is an upside to this
This life with the twenty-four hour twist
Living your life in full throttle, fifth gear
Living your life without any fear.
Monday, 3. July 2006, 23:19:38
hmm, life, hope, point?
I don't talk to people. I have a friend who talks to anybody and everybody - lovely guy - we joke that he has no standards, because he will - and routinely does - strike up a conversation with anybody. He is a taxi a driver, so I suppose it is a nice personality quirk, but even before he started driving a taxi he was like that. I on the other hand, don't really engage with people unless I am introduced to them. I am - I am loath to admit - a real city person. I have many friends and circles and make very little - okay, no effort - to meet anybody else. Most of my friends are personable people, always mixing happily with all and sundry when out and about. I, on the other hand, am ever only hit by this sociability malaise sporadically. Given that I have spent my entire working life dealing with the general public and having to talk to people, it is very odd. Especially now, in my job as a personal trainer and fitness instructor, I am cajoling and talking to people all the time. Though I am personable however, I rarely enquire beyond professional lines - how's the training going? Do you do the same thing every week? What do you eat? blah, blah blah... - I do actually want to help people when it comes to fitness, but being the gym bloke is a bit like being the ticket collector - a former occupation of mine - that's all people see. But that is not the people's fault is it? That is all I am projecting. Don't get me wrong, having worked in the gym going on four years, I do know a lot of the regulars and what they do and even in a moment of madness - not regret, please - met my last girlfriend there (obviously I was feeling a little more sociable that day!) But in a city which seems to get more populated by the day, the only people I meet are the ones who come into my classes. Talking in my classes is no problem; it's work and i'm good at it. But when my classes end and the various people disperse, except for the select few who have been coming for years, I have no idea what lives of most them entail. Maybe it's time to escape my comfort zone. The box is getting pretty small.
Tuesday, 27. June 2006, 21:47:16
hope, beauty, mood
my head has not been right this month:frown: no idea why. but i have found temporary solice in this - SHAKIRA!
and Brazil advancing to the quarter finals in the World Cup! Yay!
Monday, 29. May 2006, 00:28:07
music, hope, love
He may not have been perfect - who is? - the man had pipes!
Nat King Cole - The Way You Look Tonight.mp3
I know it says Nat King Cole, but i'm pretty sure it's Sinatra. I'll feature Nat another time:D
Monday, 22. May 2006, 23:47:47
movies, hope, evil
It has been a long time since I have wanted to see movies at the cinema. With the advent of large
screen televisions and films coming to dvd so quickly, not to mention the expense of a night at the flicks, there really hasnot been much reason to rush out to your local multiplex. However, there are two films coming out that I will be making an effort to go and see. The first is X-men 3: The last stand. I collected comics for years as a teen - mostly Marvel; mostly, obviously, X-men - and the first two films did not disappoint, so I am looking forward to the completion of the trilogy.
The second film I want to see is for a completely different reason. If you ask most people over the age of fifty-five, where they were when John F Kennedy was shot, they can tell you without hesistation. Even tell what the weather was like and what time they heard the news. For my generation - forty is coming - there was no JFK moment. There have of course been many tragic events; the death of Princess Diana; John Lennon getting killed; Elvis is dead, just those three events span thr last three decades. There have been wars, famines, Live Aid, sporting scandals, national scandals and international scandals. All have happened in my life time and the past few decades, impacting few, recalled by many, but with faint and sketchy detail. There was no all impacting, jaw-dropping, oh-my-god tradegy until 2001 september 11.
I hope never to see a tragic event have that sort of...there-but-for-the-grace-of-god-goes-me impression. It was a reality so surreal as to be unforgettable. And I know EXACTLY where I was when it happened. I was on holiday in Lanzarote - which added to the surrealist aspect of the events - and it was in the high twenties. We were riding from the complex to the town for our daily beer and when we reached Lucy's - the cafe we frequented every trip - everybody was inside transfixed to the televisions. That's how I first heard about the events of sept 11th. So the other film I will be going to see is Flight 93.
Tuesday, 2. May 2006, 21:35:04
fun, hope, women
Wednesday, 26. April 2006, 23:26:06
beautiful brazilian, cool, life, hope
The gym was busy today and this evening. We had an insurance company hosting a run, a athletics camp for kids and a veteran athletic meeting following. I personally had seven inductions to attend to, as well as training and helping out on the tennis desk because one of the members of staff we have is new! It made the night fly by. I had one single guy and three couples to induct into the gym tonight. Is it something about being single that deflects single women? All I saw was couples today! It did not bring me down, like it maybe would have in times gone by - maybe it's because i'm older - but it was still something I was acutely aware of. It was a beautiful day today. The weather was just so...nice. It carried through into the evening, it is pretty difficult to feel melanchony on such a lovely evening, even if it's wednesday, Tai Chi day, and there was no beautiful Brazilian. Que sera, sera.
Tuesday, 11. April 2006, 22:32:04
love, women, hope
It is true that one spends most of the time looking but not seeing. Some are more observant than others, though to tell the truth, in the city most walk around with a kind of tunnel vision. I suppose it's just the density of people which makes it necessary to filter out a lot of the cacophony that goes on around us. So you look and don't necessarily see. I see people walk into roads, whilst speaking intently on their mobiles, almost daily; even people who are not distracted by a phone conversation walk into the path of oncoming cars without even noticing how close they were to injury or death. It's as though every person is lost in their own little world, which I suppose they are. That's my mini rant out of the way.
This blog is actually about a beautiful thing I noticed today. I have seen it before, but it was fleeting and i never ever took the time to analyse it. I think I never analysed it before because i was wondering if I had it - I didn't, not at that time, this was towards the end - I have had it, now that I think about it. I did not appreciate it and so, abusing it, lost it. What am I on about you ask? Love.
I know everyone has seen a couple in love/lust before and i know that believe when they can see a happy
person. They're smiling. I am not talking about that. I am talking about the glow. I not sure if men get it - i'm sure someone will tell me - but today I saw a woman on the tube with her two children, a son and a daughter, and she was radiating love. She looked so completely happy to be with her children (bit like how Sarah sounds in her blogs!) It made me remember our Christmas party. I have a Xmas party for the classes I take every year, 2005 was no exception. If anyone wants to bring their spouse along, no problem, it's a party! One of the ladies brought her husband along. She is quite an attractive woman, very nice girl. When she turned up with her husband she was beautiful. The girl was glowing so much it was almost
distracting!
I have seen this look in ex-girlfriends - obviously when I was still with them (though I would which it for them with somebody else) Of course i'm hoping to see it again and - if guys get the glow - give it back.
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