In the last few years, the last years of contact in my life with most of the people I grew up with, went to school and university with and others I knew in those days I have only really been able to communicate or bond with any of my past through Facebook, since there stood in my way barriers such as poverty and social approval systems, from the financial requirements of potential romantic partners to the basic consumerism required for participating in even the most platonic friendships. In short, I couldn't afford to see anyone ever and no one really wanted to see me anyway. I was an unwelcome person and just knowing me or defending me would cost anyone I know their reputation amongst the bulk of their peers.
And so the fact that I have spent what I think may be more than half that period banned from Facebook, illegitimately, as evidence I have piled up shows, has been a troubling experience, seemingly making it harder for me to remember that in the end the object of my work is to enable these loveless, hateful, violent life forms to remember their true selves, what brought them across millions of years of survival and evolution - what people like Rumi or Jesus or Feynman or Einstein all held dear and said so, love itself.
But in those periods of being entirely locked out of this society I have, in recent years, come across three triumphs as a result, two cinematic media productions which remind me that 'the good' come through one way or another, and that if they may seem 'few' that doesn't mean they are impotent.
The first was the film "Bill and Ted Face the Music", which is just a truly amazing film. In fact one of the daughters of the original heroes looks almost exactly like a really good friend of mine who turned her back on me during the propaganda years and who even in recent plague-time years has rebuffed any attempts at restoring our friendship by me. We were really good friends and in those days she was exactly like one of those two women in this film, the way she looked, and behaved, and her open mind and decency. Without the American accent but Islington is close enough. She turned her back entirely because of propaganda and islamophobia inculcated in her by fanatical capitalists, zionists, 'interventionists' and cretins.
But the film reminded me of what was good in her once, it was more powerful than whatever turned her into what she is today, ie someone who would never defend me, stand by me or show any humanity to me. But once she was the opposite, she was everything good. And that's still there underneath, in theory. But for my part I would find it impossible to be with any of my 'old friends' again, even if they sincerely regretted their treacheries.
I want a kind of Norman Clegg meets Jean Luc Picard life for myself now, which brings me on to the second masterpiece reminding me that Tony Blair, David Cameron, Owen Jones, Keir Starmer, Margaret Hodge, Katie Hopkins, Rachel Riley, etc etc - are just a small number of extremely offensive people who happen to have a particular cultural identity they believe in and that it is not a measure of anything but (an eclectic set of) individuals and their morality, their moral success if you like - ie this offensiveness characters like Riley shove in the faces of entirely blameless muslims being branded as 'anti-semitic' for resisting wars, demonisations, apartheid, so much more - this offensiveness is not a property of any skin tone, any accent, any characteristic arbitrarily shared by vast or even medium or small numbers of people, it's just a moral choice/position binding these unfortunate people like Riley and Johnson and Orban and Trump and Clinton and Biden and Macron and Merkel and any number of others together, with their varying degrees of latent moral-abdication.
So the second masterpiece is this series centering on Patrick Stewart's character Jean Luc Picard - this media production (which is more like one long excellent film than a 'series') is everything I wanted to see, for years, in the media, banging on the walls of St Paul's, Ealing Studios, the Guardian, my old friends, the internet - pointing out how all there is on tv is a narrative which demonises me, which santises nazism, which portrays all the most horrible nazi warped people in my society as brave, heroic, charismatic, accomplished. And nobody cared. I had nothing to watch, all that you ever made was a story justifying abusing me and greedily taking for yourselves, with no shame or self-awareness. And so it is magnificent that in Picard Mr Stewart has so perfectly told the story I wanted told, the story about me, about how you have been, what you have done, how ashamed this society has to be of its behaviour and about what it owes all those, like Primo Levi, like Sophie Scholl, like Julian Assange, like millions of people like me too, and about the fact that it needs to never again be such a bunch of godawful nazis - which of course means to immediately cease being thus - eg release Assange, right now. Let him go, right now.
Those who seek succour against imperialism and its propaganda system, who seek succour against racism from the right wing, from neoliberals and from the rest of the visibly mindnumbed populus - you will be glad you have watched these items, so get hold of them and do so. They are masterpieces and if western channels were full of things just like them, we would have a home, the world would be an enlightened place. And you know - the fact that these artefacts already exist is, as Arthur Conan Doyle would tell you, a very promising truth.
Despite all my respect for Jeremy Corbyn, and support for his continued efforts to save Britain and humanity, I am overwhelmed at finding Patrick Stewart has done what I most wanted to see done in my lifetime, and for all his intention and even Mr Chomsky's, these chaps, Jeremy, Avram/Noam, and others, the list could go on quite a way, starting with Lindsey German, probably the best prime minister "Britain never had", none of them could ever, let us face it, have done what Stewart has done. Not even Israel can erase the powerful statement the series "Picard" makes and it already irritates a lot of the tools of empire, of sanitised media, of white entitlement and supremacism, above all the Israeli kind. Nobody could ever hit back so hard at tyranny the way Stewart and his cohorts have done in a series which shows you how it feels to be the victim of these smear campaigns, a victim of the cowardice and nazi-like propaganda-fed behaviour of obedient controlled societies, it shows you what you're doing when you demonise and indeed exterminate muslims, it shows you what you're doing when you choose to be guided by fear instead of love, calling yourself pragmatic, even wise, and seeking to demean and loathe those who speak the truth to you, that love's the only engine of survival.
And so onto the third masterpiece; controversially, I must assert that Dave Chappelle's "The Closer" is one of the most powerful, moving, hilarious, passionate, ingenius (don't worry Dave I have no military background, I'm a total pacifist hippy) works of art I have ever met. And it provided me with just the right song to send out to those who 'cancelled' me from about 2001 onwards, when it became 'normal' for white British people and other non muslims to hate muslims and fear us, even those of us who aren't "muslim" but agnostic or whatever, because to them it's a name, not about a person. If my name is 'muslim', I think in a certain way, as far as these numpties are concerned. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYkACVDFmeg
If you'd prefer to read heavy material covering all these things by means of nonfiction, documentative and journalistic writing, then click here after reading the Primo Levi extract below, but I recommend you watch those films first or instead. You could always read this after that if you're curious. What's important is that you realise that you have effectively no time left to change into a better society. Disaster has overtaken you on every side. If you do the right thing, the universe will protect you.
(Remember Primo Levi's words and remember he is not on the side of the invader, the demoniser, the trope-spreader, the bomber, the imperial brutaliser, the propagandists, the silent majority who empower anything like Nazism, he is not on the side of the islamophobe nor the racist who cries anti-semite falsely to cover islamophobia)...
You who live safe
In your warm houses,
You who find, returning in the evening,
Hot food and friendly faces:
Consider if this is a man
Who works in the mud
Who does not know peace
Who fights for a scrap of bread
Who dies because of a yes or a no.
Consider if this is a woman,
Without hair and without name
With no more strength to remember,
Her eyes empty and her womb cold
Like a frog in winter.
Meditate that this came about:
I commend these words to you.
Carve them in your hearts
At home, in the street,
Going to bed, rising;
Repeat them to your children,
Or may your house fall apart,
May illness impede you,
May your children turn their faces from you.