Riots, racism and reporting: The Katrina Comparison

The leading article in yesterday’s Independent claimed that the English riots are Britain’s ‘Katrina moment.’ Others have drawn the comparison too. The media’s desperately trying to make sense of these unprecedented events. But having thought about it, I’ve come to the conclusion that the analogy to Katrina is deeply offensive to the people of New Orleans.

While I take the article’s point in terms of the potential impact of the riots, the comparing of the aftermath of a wholly natural disaster that was a life-and-death situation to that of what amounts to no more than common criminality and opportunism is unfortunate.

If there’s any comparison to be made to the aftermath of Katrina, it’s in the way in which the media reported both events. 

Just as displaced and marooned New Orleans blacks desperate for food were deemed ‘looters’ while whites were simply ‘foragers’, so too the English Defence League, racist thugs, were referred to as ‘groups protecting their communities’ without any analysis of their motivations. 

The BBC interview with Darcus Howe, in which the presenter was hell bent on painting the distinguished, veteran broadcaster as some kind of rude boy apologist for criminal disorder, is also a case in point.BBC Radio 5 Live didn’t cover itself in glory either. The tone of The Victoria Derbyshire Show, which went out live from Tottenham yesterday, was wholly questionable and revealed the presenter’s clear bias about who was to blame and why.

To their credit, those media you would expect to take this kind of line haven’t done as badly in their own reporting.

The Daily Mail and The Sun have sought to highlight the diversity of those involved in the criminality, across race, class and gender. Both papers have focussed on societal moral decay rather than pointing the finger at specific communities.

The McPherson Inquiry following the murder of Stephen Lawrence highlighted the extent of British institutional racism. At the time of its publication, I wrote an article for the British Journalism Review which argued that the media, as much as any other institution, needed to review its employment practices and its lack of diversity.

This week, it’s again been pointed out that the only time we see black people on British TV (such as on Newsnight and other news and current affairs programmes) is when something like this happens. Indeed. The media plays a large role in dictating how we see things. Until they make a concerted effort to balance the scales of representation – behind the scenes and in their overall output – we’ll still be talking about ten years’ from now, just as we are about the missed opportunities of the McPherson report.

Click below to watch the Darcus Howe stitch-up.

Why can't we face the famine?

Oh, what the starving masses of East Africa would give to trade their life-or-death existences for those with bigger problems, like not having the latest trainers, mobile phones or laptops to pose with! You get me doh! In the midst of the madness in England’s cities, let’s not forget that people with eminently more critical problems are on the brink of starvation. 

Aid agencies have been saying for weeks that international governments have not been forthcoming with the much-needed assistance to alleviate the suffering of millions in Kenya. While they’re happy to stump up the money for the markets, as we’ve seen time and again in the last two years, when it comes to the people who are so often the victims of the market it’s a completely different story. 

Though the anguish of the people in the aid camps is due, in large part, to war and corruption, that doesn’t let the West off the hook. It’s rarely the fault of the people at the bottom that countries without governments or those with fraudulent leaders are where they are. The worst drought the region has experienced in 60 years has the potential to claim the lives of 13 million, two million of whom are children, according to reports. Thirty thousand have already starved to death.

Events of the last few days, if not months, have shown that governments, like those they purport to govern can’t always be trusted to do the right thing. Individuals, and communities of individuals, need to step up to the plate and take ownership of these causes that, in the midst of a global recession, are likely to be met with much resistance. That doesn’t make them any less worthy.

Unfortunately, many people don’t like to feel that they’re giving, especially to causes they have no natural affinity with. They’ll happily buy a charity single featuring their favourite artists without sparing a thought for the real reason they’re being asked to part with their cash. But that doesn’t matter. Whatever the reason people part with their cash, it’s the cash that counts. We can all take inspiration from the 11-year-old boy from Ghana who’s determined to raise an ambitious $13 million for famine victims in his school holidays and has so far raised a laudable £300. Compare Andrew Andasi to another 11-year-old who appeared in a London court this morning on riot burglary charges and it really is a telling story.

We need to come up with creative ways to raise funds for those in need, whether they’re our next door neighbours, as in the case of the donations that have been made to those displaced in English riot areas, or whether they’re further away. I don’t have the answers but the debate is necessary. That being the case, all contributions in the form of ideas are welcome. Actual donations can be made here.

Cry, the beloved country: Why London's burning

What was Allied Carpets, a georgraphic landmark in Tottenham, destroyed

I can't tell you how it feels to watch London implode from the distance (and sanctuary) of abroad. Not only my hometown but my home boroughs have been destroyed by the mindless thuggery initially fuelled by legitimate concerns. My daily London life stretches from Enfield in the north through Tottenham to Hackney and Tower Hamlets in the east. All have been the scene of senseless, destructive violence and looting.

But what I can tell you is that it’s been both interesting and sickening to watch how the news of the riots has been reported abroad, and how it’s been presented as a race war of unruly black youths – the implication being ‘immigrant’ youths – against the British authorities.

What is true is that there’s a real problem with urban youth. And ‘urban’ isn’t being used as a euphemism for ‘black’ as is so often the case. Inner city youths today have extremely limited ambitions. There’s an undeniable culture of low aspiration. Their whole world consists of the boundaries of their borough and, perhaps, slightly beyond. And, unfortunately, the opportunities that exist within that borough are often few and far between. So, they retreat into the community, speak in tongues using a bastardised street language that won’t help them get a job and withdraw into a world in which the only rule of law is that of the streets. They’ve taken the worst from rap music, upon which much blame has (somewhat rightly) been heaped, while ignoring the message that rappers always aspired to transcend their circumstances through their music not stay in them. Add to this the chasm that exists between the politicians and the people and you have an incendiary situation, the flames of which will be fanned indefinitely if serious measures to extinguish them aren’t taken.

The political divide

People don't trust politicians. And no one has trusted this Coalition since it was hastily cobbled together just over a year ago. Three days of rioting highlight what’s long been obvious. MPs are nowhere to be seen in the darkness of night but are all over the place when the illumination of flashbulbs and television cameras appear: holding brooms aloft in Clapham to be seen to lead the clean-up charge, showing solidarity with the police whose salaries and numbers they’re irrationally cutting and fronting press conferences where more questions are asked than are ever answered. Outside of these photo opps, these politicians are invisible in the communities they’re supposed to be serving.

When I was growing up, our local MP, Rhodes Boyson, a Conservative (Brent North), knew every family on our street by name. We’d regularly see him in the local community (not just at election time) and he’d stop and greet us and chat and it was all very cordial and genuine. Even the neighbouring MPs - at the time Ken Livingstone (Brent East) and Paul Boateng (Brent South) - were always around, on the ground, highly visible and ready to talk to the people they represented.

But when was the last time Boris Johnson, David Cameron or Theresa May was seen walking the streets of Tottenham, talking to people and listening to their opinions, gauging their concerns?

This week, I heard that a friend was on the train with David Lammy, the MP for Tottenham. She asked him to talk to a young man she was mentoring, who was also on the train and slightly in awe of the MP. She said he declined.

The BBC reported a Hackney resident as saying: "When you've got bankers taking their bonuses and MP's taking money off people like me for their moats, and their chateaus and their castles, this is the result." This is no excuse for criminal behaviour. But the gulf between politicians and the people has become almost unbreachable. 

They just don’t get it

Hearing politicians pontificating on TV saying that parents should know where their kids are and get them off the street shows just how out of touch they are. The parents already know where the kids are because they're looting the city with their kids. The parents are part of the problem, not the immediate solution. Worklessness is endemic in parts of London. Generational joblessness has been bequeathed from father to son and mother to daughter. By calling on parents to get their kids off the streets reveals massive ignorance on the politicians’ part.

A classic example of the lax parenting that exists in some communities is this: One day, while walking through Edmonton, a young (white) mother was out with her two infant children, one in a pram and the other, a toddler, walking beside her. Out of nowhere, this woman launched into a foul-mouthed tirade against the elder child saying: ‘Come here you f*&!ng c@nt. I told you to stay near me, you b@st@rd!’ Her son was no more than four years old. What hope for that child?

The failure of regeneration

Millions of pounds have been poured into regenerating poor communities in the hope that economic investment will produce a human capital return. But when the majority of the investment is in the form of Bettfreds, Ladbrokes and knock-off KFC chicken-and-chip shops the prospects for urban renewal aren’t quite as good as the multimillion budgets and fancy architectural designs make out. Since leaving Edmonton twelve months ago, I’ve noticed over time the complete decimation of the high street. Where once shops competed for business, they now sit empty. And instead of using the vacant space for community projects at a time when libraries across the borough are being shut down, the empty shops serve to remind the community that they’re not worth investing in. When even the pound shops won’t come, you know you that the powers-that-be see people like you as ten-a-penny, worthless.

The class war

This from my friend Athena in relation to the audio of young female rioters boasting about their criminal activities:

I think there is an anti-intellectualism movement in the working class youth of today and this audio is an example of it. Rather than have aspirations to improve oneself through education or work, they aspire to destroy others and bring others to their level. It’s a combination of entitlement and jealousy. There is no connection between work ethic and success - they believe everyone has inherited wealth, rather than worked for it. It's probably New Labour’s fault. Bad schooling, lack of discipline, lowering of academic expectations, materialism etc.

Also, imagine the parents of these girls and what they must have learnt from them. The parents are probably giving them a negative message e.g. they think they're poor because of society, and not because of a lack of discipline/education/manners/class etc. So rather than teaching them to have ambition, they say "this is your lot, live with it". So the kids riot because they think they have nothing to lose.

I would say these girls are quite typical of low income youth in this country. So many of these kids don't have life/work skills by the time they are 18 they are worthless to society, so society is worthless to them.

A woman leaps from a burning building into the arms of police officers in Surrey Street, Croydon. Photograph: Amy Weston/WENN.com

Ed said it best

On a visit to Peckham, Labour leader Ed Miliband said what the government is afraid to admit. "The issue of deeper underlying causes of some of the activity that we have seen, of why people indulge in this criminal behaviour, is something that, of course, needs to be looked at," he says. "We need to look at issues of parenting, issues of aspiration, issues of prospects for people, but there can never be any excuse for the kinds of things we have seen."

There is no excuse for the wanton violence on the streets of the great city that is London, my home. But politicians must recognise their role in creating the conditions for mayhem if not the mayhem itself. It’s not just the cuts. It’s the rhetoric. Multiculturalism hasn't failed. This is nothing to do with multiculturalism and everything to do with opportunistic criminality and class. To deny that would be to deny the fundamental facts at work. And that, too, would be criminal.

Watch the clip below for a more eloquent voice of reason.

Faster than the Eurostar: London to Brussels direct

Word on the street

This appeared overnight and was spotted and photographed by my eagle-eyed colleague this morning on the streets of Brussels, 'the capital of Europe.'

A bright idea from a Bellray

The wonderful Bellrays

Justin, the really cool guitarist from the California band The Bellrays, came up with this great suggestion yesterday over a delicious dinner home cooked by our very own dynamic diva, Dorrie D.

As a voracious reader who’s on the road a lot, Justin’s become a big fan of the Kindle (or, rather, Barnes and Noble’s version of the Kindle, the NOOK). He told me that the Los Angeles Public Library, of which he’s a member, loans books digitally just as they do physically. The books are downloaded onto your device and are available to read for a specified period, say, three weeks, after which time the book becomes inaccessible from your reader. Presumably, you can renew the books just as you would in the real world.

I’ve been thinking about how I can incorporate new forms of publishing, e.g. e-books and digital devices into the library and this is a great idea. Users will also be able to borrow books digitally therefore being allowed to take them off the premises (dependent, of course, on them having a digital device of their own in the first place). On a side note, I’m currently considering options for bulk purchase and distribution with partners. All ideas welcome but thanks, Justin, for this one.

Check out The Bellrays (motto: Soul is the teacher, Punk is the preacher) at www.thebellrays.com.

Dinner with new friends

It’s been almost a year since I arrived in Brussels and how time has flown! In the last twelve months I’ve met many interesting and creative people from all over the world, the kind of people it’s been a pleasure to learn from and to know. They’ve all been generously encouraging and personally inspiring in their individual ways.

Last night, I was lucky enough to be in the company of such a group of people thanks to my new friends, Lies and Sulaiman, who hosted a lovely dinner party with a creative, engaging, caring collective: Cleve, Lee, Anne and Tim, Omar and, of course, Tamara, who introduced me to Lies and Sulaiman in the first place.

At several points in the evening, the discussion turned to ‘my’ library idea. During the course of numerous conversations, the assembled intellects pointed out the following:

• Reading is a form of escapism.
  I recently interviewed Andy Thornton, Director of AfriKids UK. He told me that people, in their generosity if not in their wisdom, would donate toilets to villages in Ghana where there was no plumbing. And yesterday when I remarked that people in the north were too poor to worry about reading books Cleve pointed out that that wasn’t necessarily the case, that reading can often be a form of escapism for those living a harsh reality. Later on, Sulaiman told me that when he was living in a refugee camp as a child, he and his brother would voraciously read copies of month-old newspapers to stay in touch with the world and maintain their knowledge but also to escape into other worlds. Moral of the story: Never underestimate the importance of books and reading to anyone and never underestimate the value of knowledge. Books (and newspapers / newsmagazines) may age but the knowledge contained within them never dates, even if the world has moved on, the world contained within their pages still has a value.

• Get members to donate books.
  I was telling Lee about my plan to charge for membership to subsidise other/rural branches and the various levels of benefits associated with each membership. He suggested that one way to subsidise membership would be to get people to donate their old books in exchange for a reduced rate. This hadn’t occurred to me before. By offering this incentive, it encourages books to be recycled as well as growing the collection. Or, even better, get people to donate a book in addition to their subscription. Both great ideas!

• Facilitate the move from an aid economy to a knowledge economy.
  Omar, who has spent his life working for the UN and is now retired, said he had two big regrets about African development: the failure of African leadership and the dependence on aid. Omar has a lot of knowledge gained from vast experience of development around the globe. He’s passionate about Africa moving from an aid-dependent economy to a knowledge economy and books, of course, play an important role in this.

• Developing a reading/writing culture.
  At the end of the night, Tamara, my Malawian friend and South London homegirl who’s lived in Nigeria - Lagos, no less - became my Socratic interlocutor. ‘Will people be willing to pay to read books?’ ‘Who will your market be?’ ‘How will it make money?’ ‘What sidelines can you add on?’ All extremely valid questions which need airtight answers in order to firm up the idea. Then she raised my biggest bugbear – the lack of (internationally renowned) Ghanaian authors, especially in comparison to Nigerian authors – Chinua Achebe, Wole Soyinka, Ben Okri, Chimanda Ngozi Adichie, E.C. Osundu, Teju Cole, the list goes on… This is, of course, very true. The aim of the library is obviously to encourage and develop a reading culture but, through this, develop a writing culture too. Almost every successful writer is an avid reader. The two go hand-in-hand. As well as a repository of books, the library will also hold writing workshops, host writer events with visiting authors and, over time, develop a publishing arm as an added incentive to encourage budding writers. She pointed me to the wonderful Cassava Republic Press, a Nigerian publishing house whose mission is to change 'the way we think about African fiction'.

‘My library idea’ is now ‘our’ library idea! Thanks to everyone for their generous input. I look forward to many more dinners where ideas are shared and refined in the company of talented, creative and caring people.

In conversation with M K Asante (CNN Inside Africa)

Tumi and the volume - Asinamali

Cool new music straight from South Africa courtesy of A. Neun. Thanks for the tip!

A bibliophile's paradise

This morning, I set out to discover the legendary Brussels second hand bookshop, Pele Mele and, boy, did I discover it. 'Cavernous' doesn't do it justice. High shelves stacked with books of every genre, edition and format with a vast selection in English. Serious fellow bibliophiles with baskets full of classic and contemporary literature.

In my own basket was:

• Aminata Forna, Memory of Love
• Andrea Levy, Small Island
• Zadie Smith, On Beauty
• Aravind Adiga, The White Tiger
• Hisham Matar, In The Country of Men
• Karen Blixen, Out of Africa
• Greg Mortenson, Three Cups of Tea

...all for the paltry sum of just €13! And hardly a cracked spine in sight! I fear a love affair is just beginning...

The beautiful Boston Athenæum

A tale of two lefts

During last night's audience with Nichi Vendola, a completely un-scripted, two-way engagement between the politician and his supporters, I couldn't help feeling dismayed at the contrast between the Italian left and the British left. Yes, the left in Italy has been dismal over the past twenty years, barely able to rise above the chronic in-fighting and ideological divide between the various factions. However, at a time of real crisis, they've seen their opportunity and are doing everything to seize it. Who would have predicted, just six months ago, that Silvio Berlusconi would lose his stranglehold on Milan or suffer a humiliating defeat in three successive referenda? Not many.

By contrast, the British left, supposedly bouyed by the election of a new, young leader less than a year ago, is in uncontrolable freefall. I felt embarassed when asked about the situation in Britain in relation to the left by Italians excited at the prospect of change in their own country. As someone politically non-aligned, I believe that a strong oposition only benefits the democratic system, regardless of which side of the political spectrum that opposition is on. And bearing in mind that the LibCon coalition does represent a change from thirteen years of Labour government, it could be argued that we in Britain have had our evolution, if not revolution, and, for once, are freakishly in line with our European cousins in our swing to the right.

But my nagging feeling of disillusionment was only compounded when I returned home to read on the Twittersphere about Ed Miliband's bizarre performance in a television interview. The video of the interview has since become an internet sensation and added fuel to the fire of those calling for Ed's head. If Ed had nine lives before the infamous interview, now he must surely have at least six fewer.

Yesterday's Guardian boldly predicted that France will turn to the left at next year's elections. That seems  outlandish even by French standards. Assuming the esteemed leader writers at the Guardian are right, though, and given the turn of events in Germany and Italy, in this respect, at least, Britain is lagging behind the rest of Europe. And if things don't change soon, it could take another generation, another Blair, to reignite the spark that the British left has all but lost.

The man who would be PM

The Italian Obama? Nichi Vendola

Last night, in a trendy bar in Brussels’ beautiful Parc Cinquantenaire, three hundred young, professional, Italians crowded into a room, each vying for space. Elbows were sharpened. The atmosphere was electric. You'd think it was an intimate gig by a big rock band. There was a buzz and an energy. There was passion and determination. There was beer and there were burgers but neither was of any interest to this crowd, who’d hurried to the venue after work to secure themselves a prime spot. They were all here to see the man who would be the next prime minister of Italy and they hung on to his every word.

Nichi Vendola has been dubbed ‘the Italian Obama’. His following has been called cult-like and his politics ‘all things to all people’. But for these people here, many of whom left Italy because they saw no future for themselves in their native, he is the best hope they have for a revival of their homeland. A former communist, openly gay and devoutly Catholic, he may seem an extreme choice but, after two decades of Berlusconi, it’s Vendola’s extreme difference that makes him such an attractive proposition to many.

Three topics dominated the agenda: ‘precarious’ jobs, the stability pact and the bankruptcy of the European left. Vendola didn’t have all the answers but he was honest enough to admit it and humble enough to invite free thinking on the issues.

Young Italians, like young Spaniards, young Egyptians and young Tunisians are desperate for change. Who knows? Come 2013 they may finally get it. Fingers crossed.

The good, the exceptional and the downright disastrous: Couleur Cafe

Kooky and credible: the super-talented Janelle Monae

I take it all back. The indifference, the ambivalence, the dismissiveness. All hail Janelle Monae! This girl rocks! Not only does she rock, she does it gracefully, too: artistically, creatively, theatrically, dramatically. Having seen her bring the house down at this year's Couleur Cafe opening night, I'm now a believer, converted by an engaging, consummate performer delivering a stellar show, including her whole band. An hour long set that was a monochrome riot of energy and talent that was matchless on this particular night. I can't wait to see her again in a better setting i.e. where the sound mixers actually work.

Seun Kuti and Egypt 80: taking over from where Fela left off

Seun Kuti played on the same stage as Janelle Monae and gave a good performance. But something was missing. Can't  put my finger on it.  Nothing wrong with it but it didn't compare to his performance at Cargo some years ago, which came on the back of the release of his debut album, the politically potent Many Things. For one thing, he didn't make good use of the stage. You could barely see his dancers, who were hidden away at the back. But that wasn't it. Perhaps it was the lack of connection with the audience or jet-lag, who knows? The highlight of the set, though, was a rendition of a song called Rise, taken from his latest offering, the wonderfully-titled From Africa With Fury. Definitely one to download.

Purveyors of true hip-hop: I Am

The other day I told my multilingual colleague how lucky he was to be able to enjoy music from around the world whereas us monolingual English speakers are confined by laziness to consuming the commercialism that the industry inflicts upon us. What prompted this comment was the Couleur Cafe line-up. I knew a few of the artists but not nearly as many as the non-British seemed to know. And everybody else was raving about seeing one group in particular. Now I know why. I'd never heard of I Am until a few days before the festival and now I'll be joining the masses in singing their praises. I Am delivered a tight hip-hop set that combined a tight, lyrical flow over heavy street beats with consummate professionalism. These guys are veterans and ground breakers on the French rap scene and, though they've been around since the 1990's they haven't lost any of their fire. Unlike these two...

Legends dishing out old rope: Method Man and Redman

Method Man and Redman were supposed to be the highlight of our night. The 10.30pm billing was testament to that. But I'll leave it to my equally bemused friend to sum up their 'performance': 'This is like a parody of a hip-hop show. I've invested my life in this music and they're pissing on my memories.'

Nuff said!

Antwerpen Centraal Station: A magnificent destination

This is hilarious!

Lisboa (June 2011)

Lisboa (June 2011), a set on Flickr.

One Strong Belief

I believe that where there is no way, make your own. Too often, we are discouraged by what we perceive as lack of opportunity but opportunity exists wherever you create it. Sometimes the psychological barriers to success are as insurmountable, if not more so, than the physical ones. I believe what inspires me most in my thinking on this particular subject is the experience and example of my own parents. They arrived in the UK with not much to their name, but more than some, and built for themselves a life that benefitted not only themselves but their family and the community. They had aspirations that were modest but worked and pursued them as if they were big. And, in fact, for the time, for people of their background being first generation immigrants, they were pioneers in their own little way.

The will to succeed for myself and the world is inherent in me. It comes from always being conscious of my heritage. It comes from knowing that there were those before me who died for the opportunities that we waste today, failing even to recognise them as such because we have too much as a result of having done little. Thanks to our ancestors, whether they perished crossing the Middle Passage or in the trenches of the Somme or on the cotton fields of America, we live better than ever before. It’s time we recognise that and take up the revolutionary mantle.

Opportunity is where you take it or make it. This is my belief. So when one door closes, which it inevitably will, carve out a nook and keep on chipping away until there’s nothing left standing between you and the other side.  

Today

Today is better than yesterday but not as good as tomorrow.

Fifteen minutes to live

How do you condense two times 15 plus four years into 15 minutes? The word ‘sorry’ springs to mind. Sorry that I won’t be able to enjoy another beautiful day on this beautiful earth with all its horrors and tragedies. Sorry that I won’t get another chance to walk in the sun and be warmed and comforted by its rays. Sorry that I won’t get to journey to faraway lands to meet faraway people whose lives are so very different yet similar to my own for, at the end of the day, we’re all human after all, some for longer than others for when my fifteen minutes are up, I cease to be. That doesn’t void my previous existence though, and, in fact, I’m comforted by the thought that my passing makes way for someone else to come into existence. I just hope that I can leave the world a better place than when I entered it, for my nephews and their relatives to be. 

Life has been a wonderful challenge. A constant battle and a constant pleasure. For, as the saying goes, how can you appreciate pleasure without first having experienced the bitterness of pain? That makes the good things all the more sweeter. And there were plenty of good things to accompany the plenty of bad. In fact, the good far outweighed the bad. 

Thank you for the music. This isn’t a reference to Abba but a heartfelt appreciation that, while alive, I inhabited a fully-functioning body whose five senses were in perfect working order allowing me to experience the world in all its fullness. And music for me is the pinnacle of pleasure. Thank God for music. Thank God for family, my nuclear one at least. Mum, dad, brother, nephews, boyfriend. Not to mention the uncles who stepped into the breach when my dad was prematurely taken from us. He is irreplaceable but they were stellar substitutes and for that I’m grateful. 

My mum. Not even fifteen lifetimes would be enough to sum up my debt to her let alone fifteen minutes. So all I shall say is… 

And to all those I offended, I apologise. Not least to myself, for I spent a lot of time admonishing rather than forgiving myself and moving on. And as I move over to the other side I can honestly say that I’ve enjoyed every minute of my last fifteen and every year of the 34 that preceded it. To those who remain, have a blessed life.

RIP Gil Scott-Heron

Model on a Mission: Noella Coursaris

Noella Coursaris

Noella Coursaris’ face may be her fortune but her charity work is worth more than its weight in gold. In 2007, the model established the Georges Malaika Foundation (GMF), named after her late father, to provide educational opportunities for young girls in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). 

By Sylvia Arthur, from The Courier

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Word from the Portuguese street

From www.beinternacional.eu

From www.beinternacional.eu

10 ways to counter populism

Monica Frassoni addresses delegates at the European Green Party Council staging an anti-nuclear action in Budapest, Hungary on Saturday, 2 April 2011

Here are 10 ways to counter populism from my talk to the European Green Party Council in Budapest on 2 April, 2011:

1.   Use populism to counter populism

But not by appealing to the lowest common denominator. Think fair populism. Counter hyperbole with facts. Condense the message. Keep it simple. Don’t intellectualise the debate. Keep the same message but tell it in a way that people can identify with. Tell stories. Develop narratives that speak to the concerns of ordinary people. Humanise concepts.  Change the vocabulary. Don’t be afraid to engage in the debate.

2.   Avoid preaching to the converted

Don’t preach, it turns people off and don’t speak to the converted (but don’t neglect them either).Broaden your base by reaching out to people you wouldn't consider your natural constituency. Don't be afraid to engage them.

3.   Convince people of why they should vote Green

Every political party is Green now so why should voters opt for the Greens? Develop a portfolio of policies that address the concerns of ordinary people. Sell the social dimension while plugging the planet.

4.   A campaign is for life, not just for an election

People feel used and abandoned when politicians only engage them during election campaign periods. Continue interacting with voters throughout the year so that they know who you are, are clear what you stand for and what your values are and don’t just think that you’re only out to get their vote, even if you are. They have to believe that you care about them enough and not just at election time.

5.   Populism is proof that people matter not the planet

This may be the hardest thing for a Green to accept but it’s a fact - the majority of people care more about themselves and their families before they think about the planet. Greens have a tendency to think that because they’re arguing from a fundamentally moral standpoint that everyone should agree with them. But not everyone’s morality is the same. Listen to people’s concerns and address them in ways that are practical and plausible.

6.   Cultivate your own media

The internet is hugely important but it’s not a panacea. Not just using the web and internet but at a local level producing newsletters, holding events etc. Use examples from outside of groups that have managed to bypass the media but still get media attention e.g. UK Uncut.

7.   Never waste a good tragedy

Rahm Emmanuel, the former chief of staff of the White House, now mayor of Chicago, famously said “Never waste a good tragedy” and as populist as it is, it’s very true. Fukushima, freak floods, unexplained wildlife deaths, toxic sludge – green politics has never been more relevant and all these are opportunities to explain why Green politics matters. Appeal to self-interest. Even if people don’t care about what happens in Japan they do care about the fact that the same fate could befall them. This may be selfish but it’s human.

8.   Don’t just talk about it, be about it

Recruit a diverse and active membership. If you’re trying to convince people that not all Roma are scroungers, workshy and benefits claimants then include professional Roma in your membership and leadership. Show people that they’re wrong.

9.   Celebrity sells

Recruit as many high-profile advocates of the cause to your campaigns as possible.

10.  Offer solutions not just problems

As the saying goes, sell heaven not hell.

Why effective communications is a political no-brainer

Missing in inaction: Labour leader Ed Miliband

Spot on article by Johann Hari in today's Independent about where Ed Miliband's communications is going wrong:

The Labour leader isn't visible enough, his message is too often unclear – and it's not connecting with voters. If he made just three key changes, the Miliband brand could become a real winner

Read more from The Plan to Save Ed at The Independent.