Tag: Politics

  • Wednesday Words

    Salts Mill Steps
    Salts Mill Steps, copyright (c) Julie Wilkinson

    My daughter learned
    About the suffragettes
    On BBC Bitesize.

    Emmeline Pankhurst
    Born 1858,
    Five years later
    Than these steps
    Were built.

    Stone is hard,
    Set.
    But,
    Over years,
    Many pounding feet
    Will wear it smooth.

    That is why we march.

    © 2020 Julie Wilkinson

  • Boris and the Burka

    Boris and the Burka

    20180809_133457.jpgAs a writer, I know that words hold power. And I know that I hold power in the choices I make about how to use them.

    Writers do not choose their words recklessly; they do so with intent. Which is why Boris Johnson’s recent comments on the burka, in an article he wrote for the Daily Telegraph, must be called out.

    As an experienced politician and journalist, Johnson treads a fine linguistic line. Check out his article online and the headline moderates the content – “Yes, the burka is oppressive and ridiculous – but that’s still no reason to ban it.” Islamophobic? Well, he can’t be, can he? It’s not like he wants it BANNED!

    But maybe the controversy isn’t over whether Boris is Islamophobic. Maybe the point of real concern is over how a senior politician in the UK chooses to use language in the public sphere to stoke fear, division and discontent, to serve his own political purposes.

    Take a second to look at the language he uses – the burka is “oppressive and ridiculous”, dangerous and laughable all at the same time, feeding fear and stoking disdain for a cultural minority while attempting to make himself seem perfectly reasonable.

    I know Johnson probably didn’t write his own headline. But it’s not the headline that has caught the media, and consequently the public, attention. It’s the content of the article, comparing the burka to “a bank robber” and “a letterbox”. Same effect. It is both dangerous and laughable, all at the same time. Feeding fear and stoking disdain.

    Truth be told, they’re not great similes – they don’t stack up. People in burkas look like bank robbers? When did you last see any news coverage of a bank robbery involving a thief in a burka? A quick internet trawl throws up just one example of an attempted bank robbery in the UK by a man in a burka, in Oadby in 2015 . No one was injured and nothing got stolen. The incident is briefly referenced in this 2017 Channel 4 Factcheck article, published in response to UKIP’s policy to ban the burka due to the “increased security threat”. The Factcheck finds no statistical evidence to support the idea that burkas are a security risk and quotes a former officer from Scotland Yard’s Anti-Terrorist Squad, David Videcette: “I don’t think that UKIP are right in suggesting that the burqa is a security issue, because I don’t think it is.”

    And letterboxes? Well UK letterboxes tend to be red, whereas burkas are usually black. You could argue that the soldiers who stand outside Buckingham Palace in their red uniforms bear more resemblance to a letterbox than a woman in a burka. But it’s a carefully chosen image by Boris. Rooted in ridicule – ‘look at them, how ridiculous they are, like walking postboxes!’ – while drawing attention to the slit where the eyes of the wearer can be seen (which is the only point on which any comparison between the burka and a letterbox can be made, as far as I can see). Clever by Boris, because while making people laugh at this ridiculous garment, he feeds back into the image of the covered face, the hidden identity, injecting the fear with a second, subconscious, shot.

    And the media coverage picks up Johnson’s jovial, funny comparisons and social media comes alive with people repeating them, sharing in the ridicule of the women who choose to wear them, sharing in the disdain of the culture they assume is behind them, sharing their fears which have been legitimized and stoked by a senior politician with no attempt at rationality or reassurance.

    And women wearing burkas and niqabs and hijabs on our streets increasingly become targets for fear-fuelled racist abuse, targets for verbal and physical attacks because of the clothes they are wearing. They become the clothes they wear – they are oppressed and ridiculous, because Boris says so, we say so, without asking them or hearing their voices.

    Of course, Boris took a punt and aligned his political career with the success of Brexit. Public support for Brexit rests on fear of the other, inter-cultural suspicion. In the wake of recent media coverage on the potential catastrophic effects of a No-Deal Brexit, an experienced journalist and senior Brexit-aligned politician writes an article stoking up fear and ridicule of a cultural minority, feeding public opinion.

    As a writer, Boris knows that words hold power. And he knows that he holds power in the choices he makes about how to use them. Apologise for his words? I suspect they’re working exactly the way he intended them to…

  • Dear Mr Gove…

    Dear Mr Gove,

    I see that you are marketing your ‘longer school days, shorter holidays’ idea as ‘family-friendly’, but I’m not sure you’ve really thought that through…

    As a working mother, I structure my working hours around my daughter’s schooling and holiday times – and I’m glad to do it. My daughter is not an inconvenience whose care gets in the way of those longer working hours I’d like to be doing – I love her and I love spending time with her.

    Dear Mr Gove...Speaking of my daughter, let me tell you about her. She’s six. She’s funny, creative, imaginative, soaking up the world and the experiences it offers her like a sponge. She’s also the most stubborn person I know, fiercely independent and surprisingly vulnerable.

    She loves school but, being six, she gets tired before the end of the school day. Over the term, her tiredness accumulates and by the time the holidays come, it has begun to make life hard for her. Holidays are a welcome break from the work/school routine – for me as well as for her.

     

    Sometimes in the holidays, we stay in our pyjamas till lunchtime and tell each other stories, or build chocolate factories for princesses out of cardboard boxes. We visit museums and stately homes, go swimming, meet all kinds of interesting people, and have the time to consider more fully why we can sometimes see the moon during the day or why the children on the adverts on TV don’t have enough food to eat. (I should have mentioned earlier that she loves swimming. She has a weekly swimming lesson at 3.30pm – I wonder where we would fit that in if she has to stay at school till 4.30pm?)

    I am able to structure my working life around my daughter’s schooling and give her these experiences because I work for an incredibly family-friendly, understanding and supportive organisation with wonderful people. I work on flexi-time – my hours are my own to plan so I can fit them round the school day. Sometimes I have to work in the evening or at weekends, but I can take the time back during school holidays. I can work from home whenever I need to. I work for an organisation which values people as people, not as commodities.

    Might it not be more ‘family-friendly’ to look at measures encouraging other businesses and employers to be more understanding of the needs of working parents? And, for those times when parents can’t be off work while their children are off school, might it not be more ‘family-friendly’ to invest in the charitable and third sector who can give children experiences beyond the school gates? Or to bring the cost of childcare down?

    I may be wrong, but I have an inkling that this ‘longer school days, shorter holidays’ idea might be more ‘business-friendly’ than ‘family-friendly’…

    I have never looked at my daughter and thought, “I wish she would work harder. Why can’t she be more like those children in Hong Kong and Singapore and East Asia? Why doesn’t she have to work more, learn more, why can’t we put more pressure on her to achieve and succeed?”

    Instead, I admire her curiosity, her exploring questioning mind, her interest in everything, her recent development of the ability to count in tens, and her imaginative ability to see elephants, mushrooms, and people dancing in the clouds.

    Please don’t spoil her. Please don’t take any more of her childhood away from her. Because we love her, just as she is.

    Yours sincerely,

    A Working Mother