Ciaran’s Peculier [sic] Blog

A view of the world from an Irish hole

Category: Human rights

Where some are more equal than others

The dogs on the street know why the Equality Commission in Ireland has suffered a 43 per cent cut in its funding as a result of Brian oge’s budget. They were obviously doing their work too well and had stood on a couple of rather big, calloused and bunioned toes in the higher echelons of the civil service, especially toes belonging to members of the Knights of St Columbanus and Opus Dei. For fuck’s sake equality! For everyone? women, Jews, queers, cripples, knackers … for Christ’s sake where would it end? Niall Crowley and his pinko secular humanist, lapsed Catholic friends were threatening to undermine the status quo in Ireland. If they had their ways an appalling vista whereby the friends of the great and the good, their sons and very occasionally their daughters and wives would not be able to get the pick of plumb jobs in areas like the Department of Finance or Foreign Affairs.

I think Niall Crowley must be commended on resigning rather than be further implicated in the farce which is the implementation of equality legislation in Ireland.

Pissed off

I am pissed off. A recent report by the OECD found that there were high levels of poverty amongst the disabled in Ireland – not exactly news to me. It suggested that such poverty was because disabled people didn’t always have adequate access to training and education to gain qualifications. Well I have the highest degree I can get in my chosen area, a PhD in history, from one of Ireland’s most prestigious universities, Trinity College Dublin, and I am still poor, at least financially, and I expect to remain so for the rest of my life. You see, if you’re disabled, you can have all the qualifications you want, but you will still be sidelines or ignored. Public institutions will have nice verbal candy saying that they are “equal opportunities employers’ or that they are committed to the improvement of the lives of the disabled, but in practice this means sweet fu….

One skill that I have, along with the vast majority of people, is literacy. I am able to read and write and I enjoy both activities immensely. There are a small little clique – small in size but alas powerful – who wish I couldn’t write. Let me repeat I enjoy writing, as I feel it’s something I’m tolerably good at; I also love expressing myself. Yet since the onset of Multiple Sclerosis I cannot deny that I find it tiring. So when I write a letter or an e-mail to someone, and they don’t reply, I see it as the height of rudeness. I’m sure there are probably letters out there that I haven’t replied to, but the thought appals me. Anyone who sends me a message by e-mail, which is not rude or offensive, (and in fact it can be as offensive as it likes if it comes from someone I actually know), will receive a reply as quickly as I can write it.

People who read my blog will be aware of how I have talked about the problem of semi-literacy which affects some public officials, especially here In Cavan, and how I have spoken of schemes of intensive tutoring to help them, all paid for by the tax-payer naturally. I know well that these highly-paid mandarins are not semi-literate; they can read and write (and certainly count) as well as anyone; they are just plain bad-mannered with the social graces of a serially randy skunk who believes that they only need communicate with those who are important i.e. “The People”.

Sadly this rudeness also affects members of our legislature. I’m sick and tired of writing to TDs and never getting a reply. I’m tempted to introduce a “name and shame” scheme.

Another great excuse is that “we sent you an e-mail but you mustn’t have seen it.” What they are saying is that “You’re blind and partially sighted aren’t you. It’s a reasonable excuse to give when in fact we haven’t sent an invitation at all.” Let’s name and shame: I was a student of Cavan’s Royal School. I worked hard and got very good exams results. I thought I had brought honour on my school, and I was certainly proud of having attended it, feeling that it had taught me many things. Yet when the school decided to write its history I wasn’t asked to do this; in fact I wasn’t even asked to the launch of the book. My head-master said he had invited me by e-mail (itself not a proper form of invitation). The person whom he had charged with sending this electronic invitation claimed that he had sent it. He furthermore told me that there would be a further event related to the school’s history in September 2008. I waited for an invitation, which never came. To quote the title of one of Pedro Almodovar’s films “What have I done to deserve this?” The Gardai never had to come up to the school to question me. I was revising for my inter-cert when a group of vandals carried out an arson attack on an Orange hall near Bailieborough. It would have been common courtesy to be invited – courtesy was something that was instilled in me by the school’s teachers, but as is so often the case I tink it was more “Do as we say and not as we do.”

I’ve said enough. What’s more I’m getting tired.

Drumnamuckagh

Welcome to Drumnamuckagh, the des-res for ireland’s beautiful people, well not really beautiful (most of them are as ugly as shite), more lucky few. The name comes from the Irish Droim na Muice meaning, yes pasti? The pig’s back. In this time of unprecedented economic uncertainty, not seen perhaps since the 1980s or even worse since 1929, it is comforting to know that the inhabitants of Drumnamuck are immune to all this turbulence and can sit back and thumb their snotty noses at the little people who have the misfortune to live in the real world and who lack ties with the movers and shakers. The denizens of Drumnamuckagh are a mixed bag of people from different backgrounds, but they have a few things in common – a lack of any worthwhile abilities except wasting money. Of course they also have pull which means that they will get all the plum jobs before people who are better qualified. You’ll find here politicians from all shades of the political spectrum, many of whom pretend to worry about the nation’s welfare but really have only their own welfare at heart. There are also their family members – sons and daughters, both legitimate and illegitimate. And if anyone as much as raises a whisper about their charmed lives they suffer eternal damnation and victimisation. I am only writing this because, let’s face it, I’m as mad as the proverbial hatter. I’m also a born loser who can’t come to terms with my own incompetence and disability, but instead tries to tarnish the glowing halos of those whom God and nature have installed above me and who is moreover so burned up with anger at being a useless cripple.

Not deterred, I intend to write more about Drumnamuck when I feel like it. For now I’ll just leave you with a taste of what’s to come – 600,000 – that’s six hundred thousand – euro to be precise. Quite a lot of shit. In fact it would be something of a handful even for a FAS director general, but I’m not talking about FAS director generals, even though a former hold of that post is a very honoured denizen of Drumnamuckagh.

Another port falls to Islamic insurgents in Somalia

The BBC is reporting that the port of Marka or Merka has fallen to Islamic insurgents, specifically the criminal bandits known as Al-Shabab. Marka lies 90 kilometers south-west of Somalia’s capital Muqdishu, and is an important entry point for the food aid upon which so many Somalis depend for survival. The World Food Programme has promised to work with whoever is in charge in Marka, but so far overtures to Al-Shabab have gone unanswered. Al-Shabab is not known for its broad-mindedness. In those areas it has controlled it has routinely killed teachers and anyone it suspects of sympathy with the weak central government. These are also the people who stoned to death a mentally-retarded thirteen-year-old girl last week on a charge of adultery, after she had been brutally raped, possibly by Al-Shabab partisans. These were the people who drove around the port city of Kismaayo where the rape took place proclaiming their heinously unjust sentence from loud-speakers, although they did not allow members of the girl’s family to attend the “trial” or attend the barbarous execution. They have even refused requests to see the body.

Let no-one think that I’m on an anti-Islamic rant here. What happened in Kismaayo last week was a perversion of Islam. The girl who was executed had first gone to the police station with her aunt to report the rape, but had ended up being the criminal. As anyone who has any experience of law enforcement agencies in the UK or Ireland can testify, it is not just in Somalia that the innocent attending police staiions often find themselves transformed into the criminal.

Fuck off Lech!

Poland is wracked by controversy after president Lech Kaczynski announced that he was not inviting his predecessor Lech Walesa to an Independence Day ball at the president’s residence, the Belevedere Palace in Warsaw.
For many people Lech Walesa was one of the people who brought communism to its knees, all the more ironic that he was just an ordinary worker who stood up to and pulled to shreds a hypocricical monstrostiy which claimed to be a workers’ state.

The reasons for the snub are clear and nor-so-clear at the same time. They obviously stem from personal animosities between the two men. President Kaczynski is weird to put it mildly; he has an obsession with homosexuals, giving rise to the widespread belief that such an obsession stems from fears about his own heterosexuality. He reminds me a bit of the late Irish politician Jim Tunny, whose views on homosexuality were regularly lampooned on RTE radio’s Scrap Saturday, one of the station’s most popular shows until the knights pulled its plug. People may recall how Jim Tunny was presented as saying; “I love Char-less J. Haughey. It is because he is not a homo-sexual”, or on another occasion, when he was prevented by injury from attending a parliamentary party meeting, he was presented as saying: “I couldn’t get to de meetin’ because I discovered a homosexual at de bottom o’ me gardin’.

All I can say to Lech is: take it for the team and remember you’re bigger than kaczynski. Try and picture him sitting on the toilet with his trousers down. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been snubbed here, and it helps me. Maybe kaczynwski didn’t invite Lech because he had heard there had been trouble between him and the Belweder palace – but it was before his time. Then again maybe he didn’t invite him because he was afraid of embarrassing him! Yeah or maybe the president sent you an invitation by email that you were just too stupid to read and that you deleted by accident.

The persistence of slavery

Slavery is as old as human history, and if like so many blinkered historians we consider human history as only being as old as written records, well then it’s much older. It stems from a really nasty need to own and possess another human being, to control not only their waking moments but when they are asleep too.

Many people’s visions of slavery centre around stereotypes of the Deep South of the USA, maybe coloured by Gone With the Wind or Roots. It is far too easy to see slavery in simple racial terms: the abduction of black children to work for white people. But this is simplistic: slavery has existed within Africa for centuries, maybe millennia. What’s more the Roots stereotype whereby the young Kunta Kinteh was kidnapped by greedy white monsters and torn from his black brothers to enter a world of degradation and exploitation was not that common. It was far more common for the young black boys (and girls) to be captured in internecine conflicts and then sold to white slavers by local African rulers in return for money, weapons or often mere trinkets.

Most people assume that slavery was ended in the US by the Civil War. They also know that it was replaced by a culture of repression and discrimination of black people every bit as horrible as slavery. Some people will also have heard of Hull’s most famous son, William Wilberforce who persuaded the English government to turn its back on slavery in the early nineteenth century. Few people will be aware that slavery still exists; one of the regions where it seems endemic is in a belt of territory in Africa embracing the nations of Mauritania, Mali, Niger and Burkina Faso.

These countries have outlawed slavery. Mauritania did so in the late ’70s, yet it is estimated that up to 18 per cent of its’ population live as slaves. Recently, a former slave has won compensation from her country’s government for its failure to resccue her from enslavement despite claimng to have outlawed the practice in its territory.

Hadijatou Mani was born in the impoverished nation of Niger twenty-four years’ ago. When she was twelve her family was compelled to sell her to a farmer for the equivalent of $500. She was raped and forced to bear her owner’s children. She was also beaten incessantly. All the while she had to work as an unpaid domestic and farm-worker performing tasks including carrying water and looking after animals. On numerous occasions she attempted to escape and flee back to her family, and each time they, no doubt reluctantly, brought her back to her “owner”. Two years’ ago he granted her a “certificate of liberation”, yet he insisted on viewing her as one of his wives and when she married another man she was charged with bigamy and jailed.

In 2003 the government of Niger formally outlawed slavery in its territory, though most observers (both inside and outisde the country) viewed this as mere window-dressing.  Hadijatou learned of the decree and also learned, even more importantly, that the status of being a slave she had been compelled to accept was unnatural and illegal. This year she brought a case against her government for failing to protect her from being treated as a slave and its failure to enforce its own ban on the practice, and this week a regional court found in her favour, granting her compensation. Significantly the government of Niger has accepted the judgement and has promised not to appeal it. Hadijatou has vowed to spend the money on building a house, buying land and sending her children to school  sp that they can gain the education she was denied during her youth.

The judgement was handed down by the court of the Economic Community of West African States (Ecowas). When this was set up there were many who felt it was no more than a joke, yet it has shown that it has the capacity to make real-life decisions that impact positively on the livest of the many million of mainly poor people who inhabit the ECOWAS territory.

Hadijatou Mani is a very brave young woman, yet there are many more young girls like her who are still in slavery. Some don’t even realise they are slaves and that their conditions are wrong. Hopefully Hadijatou’s victory will help them too.

Justice of a sort for the victims of the Caravan of Death

I see that the leader of Chile’s notorious Caravan of Death, Gen Arellano Stark and five of his underlings have received jail sentences for the extra-judicial killing of people whose politics they didn’t like during the rule of Augusto Pinochet.

The Caravan of Death was like a mobile execution squad who went up and down the country seeking out victims whom the authorities were just too squeamish to wipe out themselves. Their actions were known to Pinochet, the man with whom the former British Prime Minister sipped tea and ate cake. If only she had been able to use the Caravan of Death against the miners, the Militant Tendency, Irish terrorists and their synpathisers in Eire and the CND.

Of course, here in leprechaun land General Pinochet had a considerable fan-club, especially amongst those who were on the way to doing God’ s work. True, he had murdered a democratically-elected president and murdered hundreds, if not thousands of innocent people, but hadn’t he saved Chile from “Godless communism?” The fact that Salvador Allende (pronounced Ayende or Azhende and not Allendy as some conservative politicans believed) was never a communist, or that he had the support of many members of the country’s hierarchy, is forgotten. Pinochet’s supporters point to the fact that when he survived a leftist assassination plot the bullets left the impiression of the Virgin Mary on the car window. They point to the extraordinary economic success enjoyed by Chile thanks to Pinochet, but that ignoramus knew nothing about economics; any economic success was the work of technocrats like Buchl the finance minister.

Sudanese women arrested for inappropriate dress

Visitors to my blog will recall how I mentioned the unbelievable bullshit being spouted by a Ugandan government minister who wanted to ban miniskirts. It seems this insanity has spread to Uganda’s northern neighbour, the semi-autonomous regio of Southern Sudan, where a local police commissioner in the capital Juba issued a decree against “bad behaviour and the importation of illicit cultures.” A group of policemen decided to crack down hard on this, and when they passed by a church out of which was spilling a crowd of young women, some dressesd in tight trousers and short skirts, they felt they had to act. The women were arrested, thrown into the back of police lorries and driven off to the local cop shop, where some of them were given a good beating. They have since been released charge and Southern Sudan’s Gender Minister has launched an investigation into what she described as the police’s outrageous behaviour.

Now listen Africa, get it together. You are the poorest continent in the world, with endemic hunger, disease and extreme poverty, and yet some of your rulers get obsessed about what women wear? This is not responsible behaviour but the work of lunatics.

Ugandan minister urges miniskirt ban

The BBC is reporting that Uganda’s minister for Integrity and ethics has called for a ban on the wearing of miniskirts. This is because they are causing traffic accidents and a lowering of the moral climate in his country. He sees wearing a short skirt as the same as going naked, and considers miniskirts one of the many ills facing his country along with – you’ve guessed it – homosexuality and shreeded wheat. The minister has said that miniskirts distract many drivers who are “weak mentally”. But most observers believe that it is the minister himself who is mentally weak.

There are some conservative men who are obsessed with women wearing short skirts. They are usually sick, because, while denouncing them they secretly fantasised about where those long legs lead, ventilating thoughts like “Gor, I want to get me some o’ that” behind their copies of El Viaje orThe Sacred Heart Messenger. People will remember the Spanish judge (no doubt a loyal supporter of that Christian general Francisco Franco) who said that a rape victim had more or less asked for what had happened to her because she was wearing a miniskirt.

When I see a girl wearing a short skirt I do not believe she is telling the world that she is somehow “easy” and sexually available. If she is sending a message it is that she has good legs which she wants the world to see, and let’s face it there is so much ugliness in this world that anyone who wishes to display things that are pleasant should be rewarded. It is just as probable that short-skirted females are not sending out any messages at all, but are merely expressing their right to dress as they wish. In countries blessed with warm climates the concept of wearing long clothes when the temperature is hovering in the high thirties must be hellist.

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