marnanel @marnanel@anarchism.space

I dreamed I was on a train. In the carriage was a white guy who kept screaming racist abuse at four Black women. He threw a bottle at them, but missed, and I caught it. We reached the station but the press only wanted to interview me as the "victim" bc I'm white.

It is the season, and a perfect time to help a disabled queer Native American out of debt.

They are an activist, who's been struggling a lot these past few years.

Every little will help, if you can donate $5, and get a friend to do the same, maybe we can get Mari debt free coming into the new year.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/erasing-the-number

Stolen from Twitter: whats your job on the leftist commune??

I'm: growing potatoes. IT and support. Baker. Childcare. Storyteller. Substitute musician if one's needed.

I remastered my protest song "Take Hands and March" (feat. Jane Cameron). I think it works a lot better, and I should put out a new version of the video with it. What do you think?

https://marnanel.bandcamp.com/album/take-hands-and-march

New track! It's about swans and lullabies and it's a bit silly. It will be part of the next album.

Please listen, please share, and please subscribe to me on Bandcamp!

https://marnanel.bandcamp.com/track/swan-song

“Did the honourable lady just call me scum?”
- Chris Clarkson, speaking against feeding hungry children

- Chris Clarkson, who voted against reuniting asylum-seeking families (30th June 2020)

- Chris Clarkson, who voted against ending vehicle emissions by 2030 (5th February 2020)

- Chris Clarkson, who voted to protect government agents from the law (15th October 2020)

- Chris Clarkson, Tory MP

Video made by me; sharing is welcome.

And one day I was late for school and arrived to find the whole class had slipped out and were trying to overturn his cop car. That was excellent. He came back before we managed it, though.

#ACAB
/ends

AND THEN

he went on to tell us about the Ealing vicarage attacks, which were quite recent, in excruciating detail.

I only remember a sentence fragment: "then he raped her, and he buggered her..."

(I didn't even know what buggered meant, at the time. WE WERE ELEVEN ffs)

#ACAB

He told us a lot about rape, actually. He said, "and speaking to the boys, ALL that's necessary for it to be rape is for the penis to touch the vagina. He doesn't have to ejaculate... he doesn't have to come."

(I remember this because it puzzled me that he thought orgasm and ejaculation were the same thing, since I could do one and not the other.)

He added with some annoyance that a pesky investigative journalist had phoned up and recorded their call, so now they had to have specially-trained female officers to take those calls.

#ACAB

He told us that the police rules on reporting rape had changed. He wasn't happy about it. He said a lot of people phone up saying they've been raped, but You Know When They're Lying.

Bear in mind that we were *eleven*.

#ACAB

He told us that we weren't allowed to carry weapons in self-defence, but we were allowed to carry hairspray and that could be used against an attacker. I still wonder about how we got a cop telling us how to get around the law.

He asked us whether we knew where the "no go" areas of town were. These turned out to be the public toilets. (The ones behind the council offices on Gernon Road, if you're local.)

The implication was that this was where the dirty queers hang out.

Sus laws were used effectively to amplify cops' prejudices, because the more they searched a particular kind of people, the more criminal activity they'd eventually find, which seemed to confirm their prejudices, and so on.

He said a colleague of his had asked someone to open the boot of their car on sus, and found it filled with stolen silver.

He told us that he was disgusted that the "sus" laws were being repealed. These made it legal to stop and search a person or their car on the mere "suspicion" of lawbreaking— so, in practice, on the mere whim of the cop.

When I was in Year 6— in 1986, so I was eleven— a local cop came into our class every day for a week.

It was a rather horrifying week, and much of it is still etched on my memory.

He showed us a picture of another colleague sitting up in a hospital bed with a bent screwdriver embedded in his skull. He asked us what we thought and I said maybe he had a screw loose. (I was like that, even then.)

#ACAB

XML (eXtensible Marxism-Leninism)

Friendly reminder that you can, absolutely, choose your parents.