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To be honest, I’m not really entirely sure why I am writing this. It’s not to insult/castigate/howl at our political class. Though it’s tempting, and I engaged in a bit of it last night when the Commons vote on Syria was announced, it would do little good, now. (more…)
              On  Wednesday 2nd  December Parliament will vote on whether to extend its bombing campaign in the Middle East from Iraq to Syria. It’s an extraordinarily bad idea. (more…)
                Last Friday, on the first leg of a journey to Turkey, I was drawn into a conversation about IS and most specifically the attack on Paris on Friday 13th November. As we (a middle-aged woman sat opposite me, a couple of roughly similar-age who sat in the aisle seats next to us, and I) about increased risk in the UK and whether it exists, as well as
On 10th October this year, in Turkey’s capital city, Ankara, a peace march was attacked by suicide bombers. I have written about it already, but for the sake of swift recall and recognition, 102 people were killed and more than 400 injured when two people blew themselves to pieces as a rally gathered outside Ankara’s Central railway station. (more…)
'What we want is not just official development assistance in this form, but reform of global governance. World trade must be fair. There must be more investment in Africa. Official development assistance is good, but it’s not sufficient.' Mahamadou Issoufou, President, Niger (more…)

Beirut and Paris

I was going to write a different blog, you know? I was going to return to Tunisia where there have been some extremely interesting (and in some odd ways quite promising) developments in the national parliament, maybe talk a little about Syria and proposals for peace, and the EU’s ideas for greater assistance and engagement with Turkey and the African continent.   Instead, once again, I’m writing about murder. (more…)
‘Disgrace; noun. Loss of reputation or respect as the result of a dishonourable action.’ ‘Disgrace; verb. Bring shame or discredit on.’ (more…)

Notes:

As the sun sets on the Jungle, it brings in its wake a sense of exhaustion. (more…)

Notes, Two. Miri

You meet Miri in a tea-shop (in fact, a tent, just as every other ‘location’ at the Jungle is a tent: the restaurants, the medical centre, the women’s centre, the homes, the mosque and the church – all are tents, nothing more). The tea is good, though a cardomam seed within it worries him momentarily. (more…)
Not every story you hear from refugees is one of heroism, triumph over adversity, or harrowing despicable mistreatment suffered and overcome to reach a destination. (more…)

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