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Billy King: Rites Again
Well-come once more where I invite you to peer at my preposterous, ponderous ponderings and prejudices and plamas where I proceed to pontificate and procrastinate at a great rate altogether. Last desperate act But I was fascinated by this concept of 'Tory Christianity'. I pondered deeply and made another of my lists (I'm going to have to keep a list of your lists! - Ed). I wondered is this the same 'Christianity' as that founded by, and named after, Jesus Christ, who in his lifetime said and did some interesting things; Advised a rich man to sell all that he had. Became a refugee very early on in life when his parents had to flee with him to Egypt. Hung out with all sorts of 'undesirables' (i.e. people so considered). Was seen clearly to reject violence, as did his followers for a couple of centuries. Was considered dangerous by the religious and state leaders of the time. Did not have a cosy ideal of 'the family' (e.g. said his message could divide families) Specified love of enemies as essential In short was about a whole, new radical way of living all aspects of life, physical and spiritual. Anyhow, I have pondered long and hard on the above characteristics of the Christianity that I know. On all the above points the British Conservative Party would be somehow at odds with Jesus' experience and teaching and by these yard/metresticks (got to avoid a prosecution for using so-called 'Imperial' measurements) Tory 'Christianity' is a complete contradiction in terms. The explanation is, I have definitely decided, the Conservative Christian Fellowship must be thinking about a different 'Christianity' altogether. I wonder where their 'Christianity' comes from? 'The law and the profits'? We're monitoring the situation INNATE was involved in the early development of monitoring in Norn Iron in the later 1980s and it was clear it could have an effect; in one case a policeman and a citizen were busy threatening each other, and a colleague of the policeman noticed the presence of an armbanded INNATE monitor and quickly told his colleague to calm it. The Belfast 'Newsletter' one year published a letter which we sent on behalf of the observers present regarding the paper's dangerously inaccurate report on the parade concerned; this letter was quite clearly headed 'Not for publication' - and they published it (we had to go the Press Council before getting even an unsatisfactory private apology - and they never published an apology). This also led to a reader's reply being published in the 'Newsletter', referring (deliberately!) in the 'INANE' organisation (for INNATE)! So good luck to all those who will be standing around street, and road, corners this summer, I hope you need the sun cream, that you don't get too desperate in need of a toilet, and that you're saved the necessity of writing a lengthy report by the fact that everything will be sweetness and light (oh yeah - Ed). Northern Ireland - one of those places in the world where "We're monitoring the situation" can be a statement concerning an action and not a statement of inaction indicating a desire to continue inaction. Northern Ireland, if it didn't exist no one would be imaginative enough in their desperation to invent it. Doing a line Line Dancing Questionnaire - Choose one or more of these 5 options - You feel line dancing is a sure fire road to hell. You feel line dancing is hell. You don't care what the hell people do. Hell is what you make it. The Free Presbyterian denunciation is actually a scam engineered by the Line Dancing Association to make people think it's sexy. Answers 1. Yea, sisters and brothers, I have walked in the shadow of the line dancers but I have survived to testify; how can something which involves little physical contact and be undertaken a) as an alternative to aerobics b) as a bit of smaltzy crack, and c) as a tonic for the middle aged, be considered wicked? If you ticked this answer, I suggest you get out more, take up a hobby, I think line dancing is very good, both socially and physically. 2. I know what you mean. Those Yanqui cowboy boots and jeans, not to mention the toons involved. But for that ultimate existentialist experience you have to go with the flow, so book your line dancing course now. 3. This classic liberal response shows the desperate straights which society has sunk to. Apathy has taken over. People don't care and frankly I don't give a scarlet damn. You might as well take up line dancing as not. 4. People create their own hells by avoiding the issues that matter and by putting things off until 'another day'. Line dancing sounds perfect for you. 5. Oops, how did that get in, I was only elected to be public relations officer of the Line Dancing Association a few months ago. A biblical scholar writes: Galatians 5, vs 19 -23, referred to in the Free Presbyterian statement, nowhere specifically mentions line dancing though it does condemn a number of other things which are nothing to do with line dancing. It looks like in this case we are being fed a line, dancing to a peculiar interpretation of Christian scripture. Margate, Stargate The main protagonists are not typical asylum seekers but they go through the experience, and basically she is saved by an amusements manager who fancies her (the film isn't as trite as this might sound). But the message, for me, is that the whole 'conveyor belt' approach to refugees and asylum seekers is wrong. While I think the refugee experience in England can be quite grim (and in Norn Iron people have been put in jail unnecessarily simply for being one), the somewhat shambolic but sometimes better situation In the Republic is also getting worse with the government moving towards direct state provision in bigger units. These are run on 'security' principles and make interaction with the local community, and any sense of humanity, much more difficult. At the moment the situation is very varied with some good situations and some bad. What is easy for the state is not what is good for people but these people have very few rights and no votes. So, a tribute here to all the people from civil society, including a significant number of religious, all around the country who are providing services for, and fighting for the rights of asylum seekers. It is a significant movement all over - that is not to say everywhere is adequately covered - and I would like to say 'Congratulations, you're doing a great job, and all the best for the long haul and getting better systems sorted out'. When it was Irish illegals going to the USA then the state fought on their behalf; when it's asylum seekers coming to Ireland with new prosperity, well "that's a different thing entirely". Jeremiah Jerry Tyrrell has been the moving force behind Holiday Projects West, the Quaker Peace Education Project, and is director of its successor, the EMU Promoting School Project (notice the project names getting longer all the time!) (do you mean odder? – Ed). Jerry, the jentle jiant of the scene is a well known figure here, there and yonder, at 6 feet and 4 inches or thereabouts (never been able to reach up to measure) he is definitely a man out standing in his own field (so a bit like a farmer really), or maybe it just makes him good at tall tales. It is a little known fact that he has been immortalised in a great dramatic work (which runs for fifteen or twenty minutes) which has been performed to international acclaim; ‘A day in the life of a western nonviolence trainer’. The relevant part happens during a workshop run by ‘Norman Trainor’ and is based on a true incident during a workshop which Jerry ran at the inaugural conference of NICMA, the Northern Ireland Conflict and Mediation Association (what developed into the Mediation Network) back in 1987. Jerry had carefully explained what ground the workshop would cover, but more than half way through the workshop up pipes a voice - "Exactly what are we meant to be doing here this afternoon?". Human nature, you can’t beat it. So anyhow, greetings Jerry, we look forward to you being fit as a fiddle again soon (though why fiddles are meant to be fit, we don’t know, maybe it’s to be able to run away when the fiddle is discovered….). London-dare-I (England, not northwest Ireland)Dare I write about a recent trip to England (what next - a day trip to Bangor, Co Down, or Ballybunion? - Ed) and not make it mundane. Well, here goes. Over for nonviolent business, a spare day allowed me view the Tate Modern (or Tete Moderne as the nearby hairdressers advertised) and the Dali exhibition, also on the South bank of the Sweet Thames Flowing Brownly (all natural the notice said). Being London, I dillied at the Dali exhibition and came away more impressed by his technical capabilities than I had been; plenty of kitsch but also plenty more than bent watches and Spanish beans and a surprising variety over the years. The Tate Modern had the population of Ireland visiting last year - not literally - over 5 million people - but it can take it and its massive escalators seemed highly appropriate for a former industrial/power generating plant. There was lots impressed me (also plenty that didn't). On the topic of violence, Andre Fougeron's Massacre at Sakiet III, from 1958, took up the topic of French massacres in Algeria; it transcended socialist realism by its arrangement of heads and coverings on same - and by the gaitered soldiers' boots which become visible behind. For subversive (of normal thinking) humour, you couldn't beat The Great Bear which took the London Underground map, itself a relational/conceptual map, and replaced actual names with series of names of philosophers, film stars, politicians, French kings etc; 'Wittgenstein' tube station, change for 'Oliver Reed' main line (the latter a good English actor and drunken boor who made his home in Co Cork in his last years). Its serious point is indicated by the title - humanity's attempts to make sense of what we see by attaching labels or names. Other jokes from my trip up? Following on from the comments on anarchism the last time here's one pun I picked up; Q. Why do anarchists drink herbal tea? A. Because property is theft. (The latter is a quote from Proudhon, a proud hon-cho if ever I saw one). Departing Londing at Stanstead airport, a slightly halting non-native speaker on the public address system, advertising the start of boarding for the Ryanair flight to Edinburgh, advised passengers to have their passports ready, then stopped for some seconds before continuing to advise them to have their boarding cards ready. I never knew Scottish nationalism had come so far. Honesty is the best policy Well, goodbuy until next month, I'm going off to make another list (if you did your favourite classical pieces you could call it a Liszt - Ed) (which reminds me of the music shop owner who closed for lunch putting a sign in the window "Bach by 2.00 pm. Offenbach earlier." - Billy) And, finally (and about time too - Ed) remember, be alert, this country needs lerts. |