16/12/14 Walkamile Rebooted

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Up until the other day this blog was going to be called ‘Walkamile Reloaded’, however, thanks to the wisdom of my friend Mark, I reconsidered.

Up until lunchtime today, this blog was going to be a bit of a vitriolic rant, a rage against the machine.

You’d have heard my opinion on ‘Talking about Borderline Personality Disorder’, a film by Mind that I felt fell short of informing the public.

I’d planned to spill on my experience of trauma, neglect and abuse – what it was like to be hospitalised, misdiagnosed, mismedicated – how I went through various forms of therapy and inputs from professionals – mostly helpful – some laughable.

I was going to bang on about how I was finally diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder in my early 40’s, when I’d finally lost control – at the same time choosing to come clean about ALL my symptoms.

I’m sure you’d have been emotionally wrung out as I recounted tales of being disabled out of my job, presenting as homeless, applying for disability benefits, and being put in a 3rd floor flat, with easy to open windows, after telling the staff at housing I had the suicidal ideation.

I could talk about how people on benefits have become pariahs, pilloried and blamed for causing our economy to crumble WHEN IT WASN’T them wot did it – I could talk about the effect the huge cuts in services has had on millions…

I would have been nearing the end of this particular chapter of my story as I explained the misery and Hell of waiting a year for open ended, group psychotherapy, which was excellent by the way…

A service that no longer exists.

All of this could have been distilled into ‘Borderline Personality Disorder is a pain in the fucking arse and the good ship UK isn’t particularly well set up to support people with this and other mental health maladies’

BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT.

Sure, it’s important to raise awareness, but after months of being mental I want to talk about something else…

WALKAMILE REBOOTED

Over the past few months I’ve put on weight and lost fitness. I decided to take time to be as ready for the ramble as I can be when I return to it in Spring.

In the meantime, I’ve been talking to folk.

What would happen if walkamile became a charity in it’s own right?

What could that be? What could we do?

I’m 50 in March – I thought it might be an idea to have a walkamile HOOLIE, involving you fine people, where we’d share ideas, work together, TALK, meet people like us and PLAN for the future of this whole escapade.

‘Where could we have such an event?’ I hear you cry.

Well, er, you see, a friend of mine, Donna, has just bought a church hall/ community centre – a venue that she wants to be used for shenanigans such as these, in the town of my birth, Corby.

In my ideal world we’d work hard to provide HOSPITALITY to the people who’ve been involved, or who’d like to be involved, in the journey in any way we can.

I want to complete the walk – continue talking – doing presentations – working with schools, colleges and any groups who want to listen (even if they aren’t fully aware of that yet) – with more people involved, more of us walking and talking, we could make louder noise to a wider audience.

What about an Internet radio talk show where folk could share their stories? We could call it, although any suggestions would be very welcome, RADIO RENTAL.

What about a quarterly Internet magazine?

What about….?

What about….?

Walk a mile

Chris

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20/10/14 Lord Freud – What am I worth?

According to the Oxford dictionary, ‘worth’ – as a noun can be defined as

‘The level at which someone or something deserves to be valued or rated’

Or, as an adjective as

‘Sufficiently good, important, or interesting to be treated or regarded in the way specified’

Hmm.

Poor old You. Last Wednesday you caused a bit of a hoo-har when you suggested that disabled folk weren’t worth the minimum wage – and that the heady – less than the living wage – £6.50 an hour could be replaced with er, about £2….

Hmm.

Thank Goodness for Ed Miliband, charging in at Prime Ministers question time, remembering most of his lines, demanding that the you, as the newly found son of Satan, should resign.

To my mind, this whole furore requires a bit of perspective, a soupçon of context to help us understand why we’re gathering outside your house with pitchforks and torches.

So, who are you to be having these OPINIONS about the potential welfare of folk who, if asked to live on the £80 a week suggested above, would er die within 6 months because they couldn’t afford to live without food, shelter, ‘n’ shit…?

Oh, you’re the welfare REFORM minister…reforming welfare into er, what exactly?

But I see you’re also a trustee, er director of the Jecda foundation – a charity set up to relieve poverty amongst other things.

Given your expressed opinions above, one could be forgiven for thinking you’re drumming up trade for your charity.

Later on in the week good old Auntie Beeb ran the story on any questions/ any answers.

I imagine a number of other listeners were surprised when a concerned mother called in to the show describing her adult children as ‘not terribly bright’, explaining how she’d be happy for them to receive £2 an hour for their labour – they would, after all, be getting out of the house, learning new skills and the like.

She suggested that their disability benefits could be reduced, pound for pound in line with the money they’d earn for their labours.

Outrageous?

Well, before Iain Duncan Smith started pissing about with benefits, people with severe learning disabilities (living alone) who are mobile could expect to receive a little over £1000 per month (Employment and Support allowance plus disability living allowance) plus rent, plus council tax.

Perhaps not such a crazy idea then? Employers and government working hand in hand to include people with disabilities in an all so important part of mainstream life.

With the advent of the new Personal Independence Payment, what people with this level of disability will end up with is anyone’s guess.

On top of this…

we live in a world where benefits claimants are seen as skivers – where anyone claiming is seen as a cheat…

where people are judged by what they do, not who they are…

we live in a society where disability hate crimes are higher than they’ve ever been and where even the charities that claim to speak on our behalf describe us as ‘…the burden of disease…’

at the same time we like to divide folk into goodies and baddies. Who can forget how Mind came to the rescue of all folk with mental maladies last Halloween when evil Asda sold mental patient costumes – and how things became spookily quiet after Asda UK’s CEO, Andy Clarke, donated £25 thousand…?

This is a debate that transcends simplistic polarised arguments.

Sack him.

Don’t sack him.

Without a meaningful discussion about the issues nothing will change.

Sure, the goodies will feel good for a bit. What about the baddies? Will they feel contrite? Or will they simply feel anger that they’ve been caught out?

The sacked minister will be quietly reintroduced into government after a couple of years in no mans land.

And nothing will change.

The question, ‘what am I worth?’ has been completely lost in the mist of battle.

Walk a mile

Chris

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10/10/14 Grant Shapps – Who gave you my email address?

Grant, lovely though it was to receive your email today, I can only wonder how on earth you got my 2 week old email address.

Thanks for the side splitting, though overused joke, ‘When you go to bed with Nigel Farage, you wake up with Ed Miliband.’

please, no stop…no, really, stop.

Given the recent local elections though, it would appear if you go to bed with Nigel Farage, that’s the very man you’re going to wake up with…

Although I’m sure I can sue you for putting an image of a horrible threesome in my mind…

Thanks for the invitation to join your volunteer network ‘Team2015′ but you’ll excuse me for being cautious about, er, getting into bed with you…especially given your recent fallout with Mr Wreckage, er, Carnage, Bump, who had the audacity to take one step to the right to join the Poundland party.

I was amazed to see how quickly your view of him changed so quickly, before he could say, ‘Don’t mind if I do, Nige,’ he’d become an abuser and a liar.

My fear is that our fallout would be far more acrimonious.

You see, I’m not terribly sure if I believe you when you tell me you’ve created 1.8 million jobs – unless of course you’re counting the 1.4 million zero hour contracts I’ve read about,

or maybe the huge surge to 4.6 million in impoverished self employed folk

Or perhaps your referring to the huge swathe of folk on workfare who are cutting back on the unemployment statistics – take a look here for example

Or maybe you remove folk from the statistics when you sanction them?

Oh, it’s all so confusing.

Just like when you say you’ve cut the deficit by a third – how can that be when the gross debt as a percentage of gross domestic product (gdp) has grown from just over 50 percent under the crazy, spendthrift Labour Party, to approximately 90 percent under your

careful austerity measures

But hey, what do I know, I’m just a simple minded soul.

I’m afraid our differences might be a little more ingrained though…

I’m not the biggest fan of your party’s 4 year attack on the poor of the UK. The same people who have miraculously become the reason for the financial collapse – even when it’s universally agreed that benefit fraud accounts for only 0.3% of the welfare budget.

Did it really have nothing to do with the £1.162 trillion bailout of the banks?

But hey, facts schmacts, we’re all in this together, so it’s only fair those benefit scroungers should take a hit…

Like the bedroom tax…sorry, the spare room, we haven’t got anywhere smaller to move to subsidy;

Like the benefit cap to prevent an increase in the fictitious/ Daily Mail folk receiving more money from the state than hard working tax payers…

Oh, but isn’t it 64% of all families who receive some manner of welfare if we take tax credits into account?

But you’re there for people who want to work – like the 1300 folk with disabilities who were set free to find work elsewhere when Remploy was shut down

But it’s important for people to know that arbeit mach frei by doing away with crisis fund grants, then loans for people with nothing…

You wouldn’t want to give people with nothing something, er, for that nothing..?

You’ve done away with the independent living fund – a fund that was set up to support folk with disabilities to live life in the mainstream – including support to remain in work.

You even changed the law when you lost the case to keep it running in the law courts.

No worries – you’ve made the benefits system more simple with universal credit. Good old Iain Duncan Smith – his passion, his vision of fairness, honesty and clarity is surely a standard to which we must all strive…

Waiting 10 months for a personal independence payment interview seems perfectly reasonable to me

And could you tell me what it meant to have the whole universal credit thing ‘reset’?

I found it thrilling to watch as the delays in getting it going went from Amber to red to er, reset. I’ve heard cynics say that the whole thing was a big cover up…covering up the fact that there wasn’t a level of failure after ‘Red’?

I appreciate that you’ve recognised, although I’m a man with a severe and enduring mental health problem, I could still have something to offer your party.

I’m smiling as I think of the honour of being a member of team 2015…do I get a tee shirt?

It’s been great to watch your government talk to us about ‘parity of esteem’ of mental health services with those provided for people with physical health problems.

It’s been an honour to watch the share of the NHS budget soar, no, sorry, plummet to 13% while 6000 of our fellow Brits take their own lives each year – an increase of 1000 per annum since austerity began.

You sly old foxes, you’d do anything to keep that pesky old unemployment level from rising, wouldn’t you?

This is where I get confused again – could you help me with this equation –

57 deaths in the UK due to terrorism since the year 2000 + no new evidence = a raised threat level

Yet

70 thousand suicides since 2000, has meant that mental health services have been cut to the bone?

I am a dizzy fellow, I’m sure you could help me out with this…

This is where the political world really gets my head spinning – when we were told before the last election that there would be no tuition fees for those young folk going to university, you actually meant, ‘That’ll be £9000 a year, guv’?

One of the other quandaries I’ve had over the past 4 years is your angle on the increase in food banks.

I’ve been told that just under 1 million people used them last year – that’s not because of poverty, austerity or benefit sanctions but because they’re choosing to use them?

But we’re all in this together…that’s where I get really cuffudled – the UK national debt is rising so you cut taxes?

This means you’re rewarding hard working Brits…

But these ‘good’ Brits are also ‘bad’ because only 1 in 8 of the people in receipt of housing benefit are unemployed…which means that most of the £23 billion housing benefit a year goes to the strivers, who are also
skivers?

And doesn’t this money go to landlords anyway? The same landlords who’ve been increasing rent at over 2% a year in a distinctly ‘we’re not all in this together’ stylie.

Oooh, look, Esther McVey’s writing to me too, (15/10/14) telling me again about those plummeting unemployment figures, how did she…?

On that, ‘We’re all in this together,’ topic, I was wondering if, as a member of Team 2015, I’d be getting a slice of that well earned 10% pay rise that’ll be landing in a bank account near you very soon? Or would I be able to claim some of those £30 thousand (MP rough average) in expenses that somehow don’t get defined as income?

Thanks again for taking the time write to me.

I was rather hoping to hear from that lovely Miliband fellow, but I guess he must have forgotten

Now, where do I sign?

Lots of love

Perhaps…

Walk a Mile

Chris

Email from Grant Shapps

Last night proved a simple truth: while UKIP say they take votes from all parties, they cost the Conservative Party seats.

That means a vote for UKIP puts Labour closer to winning the election and Ed Miliband closer to Number 10.

When you go to bed with Nigel Farage, you wake up with Ed Miliband.

And that would mean higher immigration, no in/out referendum on the EU, and no economic plan for Britain’s future.

If, like me, you’re determined to stop that happening, join Team2015, our volunteer network, today:

The next election is the most important in a generation. It is a serious choice because so much is at stake.

In just 4 years, we’ve created 1.8 million jobs, cut the deficit by over a third and Britain now has the fastest growing of any major advanced economy.

We can continue on that path and secure a better future for people across Britain – or risk it all with a vote for Labour, the Lib Dems or UKIP.

Let’s secure that better future. Please join Team2015 today – or donate £20 towards our campaign.

Thanks,

Grant Shapps
Conservative Party Chairman

PS 30,000 people have already signed up to Team2015. I hope you’ll decide to join them today.

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11/09/14 A question of faith.

Yes…still an atheist…faith, for me, is a funny old thing.

When I started the walk all those years ago I had great faith in myself and others that this walk a mile gig would just work.

There was no science to it. It wasn’t an objective peer reviewed endeavour. I didn’t know it would work – but I KNEW it would.

And, as you know, my faith has never been tested.

However, Lyme disease and having this mental health problem – what I’ve called my triple dip recession – over the summer has taken it’s toll.

I have all the support I need – in Ella, and in you lot…I guess that faith’s still there…I think my faith in me has been a little shaken.

We broke me in gently, Ella came over with me to Pwllheli and stayed for a couple of nights.

I walked – she read her book – we met up at the end of the day…

How did it feel? I wasn’t entirely sure.

I wasn’t entirely sure until I watched her drive off, leaving me, Hubert and the gang to wander off into the sunny Welsh day.

As ever, I had stories, potential blogs, wrongs to be righted buzzing through my mind…but there was something new.

Doubt.

Just keep walking. One foot in front of the other. Think of the route. Should I take the designated path or…?

Distraction.

Over the summer I’ve lost a lot of fitness. Being locked in your own head doesn’t burn the calories, doesn’t keep those muscles twitching…

Doubt.

I had a couple of stumbling chats with folk during the day…it all felt a little unfamiliar.

So I just followed the path.

My mate, Derek and I have had a number of chats about less than legal camping.

At the time of the chats we agreed that a bit of illegal camping, a bit of conflict with whoever, would all add to the story…

There’s no right to roam in England and Wales, so I’m obliged to park in designated places.

Which is fine – I’ve had some donations.

I trundled into Black Rock Sands camp site at 8.30 that evening.

It was dark as I found my way into reception.

I spoke to the woman there, passing my card on to her, talking about the walk…

‘I don’t want your money,’ she smiled warmly.

I thanked her, ‘Where do you want me to pitch up?’

‘Anywhere you like,’ she enthused with a grand sweep of her arm.

I set about my task – a guy opposite asked if I needed some light – I didn’t, so he invited me round for a cup of tea in the morning.

Tent up, radio on…chilly…balaclava on, meds taken, using Darth as a pillow I dozed off.

The next day went completely walk a mile.

The campsite folk took my picture for their Facebook page…

Over a cup of tea, Big Pete the chef told me how he’d met Rosie Swale Pope, a woman who’d run around the world, pulling a trailer that she slept in…we’ve tried a bit of twitter linkage…

I walked the length of the beach east of Criccieth…hard going on the sand with Hubert, but he didn’t complain.

A couple stopped me – they told me there was no way ahead when I reached the end of the sands. I thanked them – stopped – had a drink – and looked at my maps.

It LOOKED ok…a guy bounded over – he’d heard the conversation – he was sure I’d be able to manage the small climb up onto the coastal path…

As I approached, it looked like a big rocky obstacle rising out of the beach.

I’m sure I can manage it…

Just as I arrived, a couple appeared rambling in the opposite direction.

‘Can I give you a hand with that?’ the older than me man asked.

In no time we’d negotiated a tricky rocky bit…where I found a lovely couple – who were enjoying the beauty of the day and the scenery.

Rule number 1 of the walk is that I tend not to forget people’s names.

However…these nameless folk talked with great enthusiasm – in amongst our chat, they told me how they’d been touched by mental ill health through their family…they thrust £10 into my hand, promised to join walk a mile, and off they went.

I met a guy, fleetingly, who told me how his mother had been in a psychiatric hospital for the first 15 years of his life…

How do you deal with that?

Well, he told me, it was just normal for him…

The path hit a rather steep bit – the track turned into a cross between stairs and slopes.

Halfway up I stopped to er, look at the scenery. Ok, I was knackered.

There I met the lovely David and his partner. We talked for a while and they carried Hubert up the remainder of the 20 odd steps.

They lived near the Polytechnic – now university – where I studied psychology in the late 80’s.

He hugged my sweaty form and thrust £20 into my hand – promising they’d join up and that I had somewhere to stay in London – he’d come and pick me up and drop me back off as I needed…

A while later, while I was lying around – a man (Mike) and his dog (Biggles the spaniel) came over for a chat (at Biggles’ insistence)

‘He’s daft,’ Mike smiled.

‘That’s not fair, you hardly know me,’ I came back with my rapier wit.

He and his partner Ann, invited me for a cup if tea – so, I thought, it would be rude not to.

Tea turned into tea, sarnies, pork pie and cake and a long lost friend kind of a chat.

They were renting the holiday cottage for a couple of weeks – a place with the most stupendous views of Tremadog bay.

Like so many folk I meet, they’d been touched by mental ill health – depression that had stopped them in their tracks – but a mixture of love, treatment and medication had started them back on their way.

Speaking of which, I should be on my way – but it was then I realised I’d lost my hat. We looked around – it had vanished.

Without stopping for breath Mike gave me his hat and sent me on my way.

Great weather, scenery and lovely people – to quote me a number of years ago – I told you people would be great, didn’t I?

I wouldn’t say my faith has been fully restored, but it’s certainly received a healthy injection of loveliness that’s going to help.

Walk a mile

Chris

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27/07/14 Walk a Mile Is back…The return to Pwllheli

Mad dogs and Englishmen, so they say, go out in the midday sun. I’ll be back in that lovely part of Wales tomorrow having made a somewhat rash decision to walk on the coastal path as opposed to the roads.

As with the rest of the ramble, let’s see how it goes.

My knee is cured – not in a joint of ham sort of way – although recipes are welcome – and my shoulder’s as good as it’s going to get.

I’ll be walking in accordance with the official walk a mile summer timetable – up just before dawn and ramble until it gets uncomfortable. (Roughly just before the midday sun)

Join me! Walk with me (I don’t move terribly quickly, so don’t get any crazy notions of me striding out at speed); failing that, sit with me, tell me some/ part of/ any of your story – or just join me as I gaze upon the beauty of the Welsh coast.

If you feel the urge, you can offer me any manner of hospitality you like, from a peanut M&M to the attic room next to your Auntie May.

For those of you who may not know, Pwllheli is on the north west coast of Wales – I’ll be walking from there in a southerly direction with my trusty trailer, Hubert, my rucksack, Darth II, with Wilson the cuddly turtle strapped to the back.

You can phone me on 07535 035909

Or email me at c.mcculloughyoung@btinternet.com

Twitter me @walkamileuk

Or join the group on Facebook here

If you don’t like social media, you can just follow the blog here

Or see the trailer to the film here

If you have a rush of blood to the head, feel free to read about the journey through the eyes of others

and here – (on pages 40-43)

I’ve also been in the Scottish Sun (the paper – not the weather) here

Yes, I’m a media whore.

You can give to my chosen charities here

Join me. Let’s continue to make a noise about mental ill health.

Walk a Mile

Chris

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25/07/14 Only 10% of the NHS Budget is Spent on mental health services – a letter to MP’s

What can I do to help?

I am, what could be best described as, a mental health campaigner. I am currently walking around the edge of the UK to highlight the experiences of people with a mental health problem, who often feel on the edge.

So far I have circumnavigated Scotland, a bit of England and North Wales, having walked anti-clockwise from Edinburgh. I am doing this with no money to demonstrate the kindness and generosity of the people of the UK.

The journey has been curtailed by my mental health problem – borderline personality disorder, and Lyme disease.

Every day I meet people who have been touched by mental ill health, whether it be their own, that of their friends or their families. People seem to be keen to share their experiences with a wandering stranger. I meet still more folk who have no idea about mental ill health, people who when I tell them about my malady tell me I don’t look like one!

I appreciate the task of the All-Party Parliamentary Group for Mental Health is a massive one – I know they’re currently looking into parity of service with mainstream NHS services. This, from my perspective really is a no-brainer. Sure you can collate more and more information that is already out there, but there are a swathe of simple facts to consider today, right now.

Every year over 6000 people take their own lives in the UK – that’s an increase of approximately 1000 a year since austerity measures began.

Mental ill health is the biggest killer of men under 35 in the UK.

Since services have been cut further – now that only 10% of NHS spending goes on mental health services – more and more people are losing their services – often being told that their mental health problem has improved when it hasn’t.

Without parity, people are being diagnosed with severe and enduring mental health problems but being offered no treatment at all.

The prison population is vastly overrepresented by men with mental health problems.

People with mental health problems are over represented in those people who have their benefits sanctioned.

Social work, Health, and the Department of Work and Pensions must work together – not in the punitive ways that were recently suggested in the media – but in gentle collaboration. People with mental health problems are every bit as skilled, talented and wonderful as the mainstream population. It would benefit everyone if we could work together. We don’t need tough love, thanks.

Since the closure of Remploy, and the proposed dissolution of the Independent Living Fund, more needs to be done to support people with mental health problems in employment and education – including help for employers to fully consider what ‘reasonable adjustments’ they can make. I know it has been proposed that ILF money goes directly to local authorities – but, given the recent cuts to their budgets, together with the lack of policy to demand this money is ring fenced, I’m sure this will vanish like a drop in the ocean.

People are ignorant about mental ill health. 1 in four of us will experience it, but there’s no push in our schools to improve that situation. As such, much of what people feel they know comes through the media, including well meaning but ill-informed soaps. This lack of knowledge generates fear and prejudice.

The treatment that 1000’s of people have received at the hands of ATOS and the countless workfare programmes has been shameful.

This goes far beyond being a health problem – this is a problem that touches all of us in all walks of life. My concern is that with election year soon to be upon us, parliamentary interest in mental ill health will diminish for snappier, vote attracting policies. With a new government there will be new personnel looking at the issue of mental ill health and the work you’ve done will vanish without a trace.

I honestly thought that things couldn’t get any worse when I heard that only 13% of the NHS budget was spent on services for folk with mental health problems – it looks like there’s been a massive rush to cut the already meagre provision before you publish something on the parity of service. Guidelines which I fear will be too little too late.

It’s with all the above in mind that I repeat my question.

What can I do to help?

You can find my links here;
http://www.walkamileinmyshoesuk.wordpress.com

http://www.facebook.com/groups/walkamileinmyshoes/

And on Twitter here @walkamileuk

The trailer to the film of my walk is here http://youtu.be/tAxIQSfHZDY

I have developed a one man show in conjunction with Chris Sudworth the artistic director, and Spike the Poet at the Core at Corby Cube, and I have spoken to the public, schools, universities and other organisations on the subject of mental health.

Please get in touch, I’d be delighted to hear from you.

Yours sincerely

Chris McCullough Young

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22/07/14 Joint Enterprise – are we all culpable?

The law of Joint Enterprise or Common Purpose came under close scrutiny in a recent TV crime drama by Jimmy McGovern.

Don’t worry, just because I buggered my knee, I haven’t decided to try my hand at TV reviews…but have you seen…?

In this one-off story he told the tale of a young man who drove some wayward mates to get a pizza – one of them killed a guy in the takeaway – they all ran back to the car where the driver was waiting to return home with some tasty goodies.

Instead of the delicious aroma of Italy he was met with alarmed shouts of, ‘Drive, drive, drive!!!’

Joint enterprise is a 300 year old law that was brought about to stop people supporting duellists, er, duelling…

In recent years this crime of association has been used in a large number of murders where either it wasn’t completely clear as to who did what to whom and when – but it sure as hell was one of you – which was incredibly useful in the trial of the killers of Stephen Lawrence; or one where the accused could have reasonably known that his friend, Tam the Bam, was likely to commit crime ‘x’ in that particular situation.

Like so many in his predicament, the driver of the takeaway, now getaway, car was convicted of manslaughter by association.

From a recent freedom of information request it was found that around 17.7% of all homicide charges and 44% of homicide prosecutions where there were 2 or more defendants, had relied on the joint enterprise doctrine.

Concerns have been raised by many of those effected by this law from all it’s angles – from lawyers to the incarcerated – suggesting that the law is confusing – is used inconsistently – that it requires a greatly reduced burden of proof to stick someone in prison for joint enterprise than for the original crime, be that assault, manslaughter or murder – and that young, working class males from housing estates are over represented in the figures.

Damian Green, the justice minister, has said this law is fine and it isn’t going to be changed any time soon… Yes, I am paraphrasing there…

But what about you? What about me? What about more middle class, white collar crime?

Bankers?

Andy Coulson?

Tony Blair and Iraq?

Iain Duncan Smith?

Cases where you find yourself saying,

‘I always knew he was dodgy…’

‘Yeah, he grabbed my arse…’

Cases where you know prejudice has taken place?

Where someone didn’t get employed because…well, you’d followed the anti discriminatory guidelines…but you knew through a friend that James was the right man for the job – he just had a bad interview…sure,she had all the experience and the qualifications, but you had a gut feeling that…or, I know we don’t discriminate on the grounds of disability, ethnicity, gender, sexuality, religious belief, but…

And that’s a great big BUT.

People discriminate, abuse and get up to all kinds of shit openly, under the gaze of others.

Bad things happen when good people do nothing.

Bad things happen when YOU do nothing.

Sure, justify it to yourself, what can I do? I’m too busy…these people should take a chill-pill…it’s not that bad…

It’ll fuck up my career if I blow the whistle.

Hell, we even discriminate against ourselves – I feel stressed/ mental/ ill (insert anything you can imagine here) but if I show any kind of weakness I’m fucked…

We watch colleagues and friends struggle and we do nothing.

Social workers, doctors, nurses, lawyers…name any profession…we see austerity cuts come in and we’re complicit with them – through omission – we’re worried about our jobs, our potential for promotion…we don’t want to rock the boat…my job’s hard enough without…Shit, I’m doing my best here!

I don’t vote because they’re all wankers…

Why not lobby?

Your MP’s and councillors all have to have surgeries where we, the great unwashed, can get our greasy paws on them…? Voting really is the least of it.

I don’t watch the news because it’s so depressing/ right wing/ left wing biased/ boring…

We live in the age information – through a multitude of screen based devices the world, or representations of it dribble in through our eyes and ears 24/7.

There are so many alternatives/ slants/ ways of looking at the same situation.

Is this all joint enterprise? Are we all responsible for our lot?
Do we share the common purpose of those who tell us they’re leading the way?

If so, why aren’t we doing something about it?

As Gandhi seemingly never said, ‘Be the change you want to see in the world.’

It’s a long story, but well worth the read here

But you get the idea…

Otherwise we’re all guilty.

Walk a mile

Chris

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