Here we go again

Palace of Westminster in 2011 Copyright John New
Palace of Westminster in 2011 Copyright John New
Palace of Westminster in 2011 Copyright John New

Another year another election

So 2017 brings with it the unexpected situation of a general election despite our political leader saying there would be no election until 2020. What got me into blogging back in 2015 was the general election of that year and a Uni project blog on the GE of 2015. Sadly that is no longer publicly accessible.

Politicians lies.

Again de-ja-vu with our leaders contradicting statements strongly made. Can we trust them? Can we heck. I will be voting, however, I wish my vote would count in a proportional representative system, sadly it won’t and yet again I expect I will be backing the runner-up!

Just a short blog post then this time from a cynic. Seen it all before. As Mark Twain famously said – “If voting made any difference they wouldn’t let us do it.”

Does anything change, no: back in June 2016 what was the title of that month’s blog post, yes you’ve guessed it – Politicians lies.

 

Legacy – battlefield tranquility

The view into 'Bloody Meadow' Towton, Yorks.

Legacy of war

Warfare, and the sites of major battles, appear to leave a legacy behind at their site; perhaps this is merely through coincidence of their preservation as memorials, but I believe there is more to it than that.  The synchronicity with the recent blog post covering the Delville Woods site (Happy New Year Jan 2017) is accidental, my most recent visit to Towton battlefield in early-February was a short-term decision, however, there are too many similarities with other battlefields observed over many years for the visit to pass unremarked upon.

Towton field

The battle of 1461 is fully described by the Towton Battlefield Society on their website with an excellent 3D graphic of the site and the disposition of the armies. One of the bloodiest days of war in British history; 75,000 men at arms fighting hand to hand in appalling winter weather conditions on Yorkshire terrain that contributed to the appalling casualties. Although the numbers are disputed it is likely around 28, 000 died that day either on the field itself or in the rout that followed.

The view into 'Bloody Meadow' Towton, Yorks.
The view into ‘Bloody Meadow’ Towton, Yorks.

In numbers of dead the battle at Towton outstrips the figures for the first day of the battle of the Somme (19,280) by nearly half as many again (circa +45%) but for many reasons it is the Somme that is embedded within the British psyche as the battle which epitomises slaughter in war. In other ways too the Towton field has some similarities with the Somme, the battle was fought on rising ground and one army had begun with their backs to a river. For the fallen on the Somme, however, the river was not the nemesis the River Cock was to  become for the Lancastrian forces at Towton, many fleeing the field either drowned or were slaughtered as they attempted to cross.

Each battle site has its memorial, that at Towton small and low-key, that for the fallen on the Somme at Theipval major and significant. The Lutyens memorial and the modern museum are excellent examples of their type. The museum on the site is a recent construction and an apt legacy for those who fell. It brings knowledge to a modern audience and also separates the inevitable commercialism of souvenir retailing, and the necessary functionality of parking and toilets etc., from the solemnity of the memorial itself.

The horrors and bloodshed of fighting on days like Towton and the first assault in the battle of the Somme can only be imagined by those, like myself, lucky enough to have avoided direct experience of warfare. For the combatants the horrors were too real, is it coincidence that J R R Tolkien, who was at the Somme, wrote so darkly in his descriptions of the battles fought in Middle Earth. At Towton the forces on both sides were representing English combatants, just one battle in the conflict which has subsequently  been labelled as the Wars of the Roses. The saddest aspect of Towton is a more modern one; over the years the site became known for the Towton Roses growing on the battlefield; a rare, and possibly unique variety, with white and red petals  credited by legends to the blood of the battlefield. Almost 500 years after the original conflict, another conflict was to destroy them; after ploughing of the site in the second world war no traces remain.

A first civil war on English soil, the lessons not learned sufficiently to either prevent the second or the bloodshed to follow in Ireland. These words may appear to be random, topics not truly linked, but they are linked by observations on these sites over many years.

Battlefield tranquillity

However, visiting Towton recently reminded me of how often such sites retain an aura of tranquillity after the battle has passed into memory. Animals seem to sense it even more than humans, I first came across this as a teenager, a friend of my father had horses that wouldn’t be ridden, only led, on the bridleway across a local battlefield (Cheriton, Hampshire).

Towton: The day in question, sunny but cold, the skylark singing adding to the sense of calm despite the presence of heavily trafficked main roads visible not far off. Obviously some of that ambience was down to the site’s general location; a rural field is often quiet, therefore, whether or not it is a battle site that ambience will prevail. However, this aura is the “something” over and above that which is difficult to describe but can be felt. My seven year old granddaughter clearly felt it, after talking about the battle and reading the explanatory signage she was sufficiently moved on the way back to the car to want to place a tribute on the simple memorial. In the absence of flowers a bunch of grass had to suffice; the act simple but moving.

Terrorism

Sadly as this post was being finalised mainland terror in the UK was once again running as the major lead in the news alongside other ghastly occurrences elsewhere. The first the death of Martin McGuinness leading the media to rehash the IRA’s activities alongside his later life, the second the appalling atrocities in London, all unfolding as I was loading the vehicle to head to the capital. Having only the previous week been to a public lecture about the life of Eric Lomax, who despite his appalling treatment by the Japanese during WWII, managed to meet and forgive his torturer, it all seems so pointless. Whether major battles, or smaller scale terrorist activity, when will we ever learn that bloodshed just begets more bloodshed and violence? Many, I am sure, will disagree, but surely we have to learn from Eric Lomax, and not the terrorist, to quote the last line of his book – ‘Sometime the hating has to stop.’

Image Copyright John New 2017.

Politicians lies

EU FlaG

Politicians lies / finishing UNI

EU map
Map of EU (Pre-UK referendum) – source BBC website

I started this blog as part of a University course (BACOMM Bournemouth). That has now finished, a time to reflect whilst awaiting the results.  Over the three years I interacted with many EU Citizens from outside the UK both as lecturers and fellow students, a positive outcome, for all.

Was the course worth the time and money? That has to be a yes although like many I have been shafted by changes to the financial rules during the period from making the initial UCAS application to actually finishing UNI. That is the main point of this post; we are bombarded by politicians lies but we never seem to recognise that basic premise or learn from it, history merely recycles as the citizenry collectively forget! Politics is a dirty game – this time around I think several figures have been hoist by their own petards.

BREXIT – citizenship or subject?

As a mature student I am being blamed for being one of an aged population who, collectively, are supposed to have shafted the UK by voting for an EU exit. More lies.  Amongst my age group I only know of one definite exit voter but around 30-40 who voted IN.

Could those who voted us out please explain how I can keep my rights as a European citizen? We will shortly once again become subjects of the state, not citizen you note, subjects. The very word designed to put you in place below an incompetent ruling political class.

It is a worrying time  too close a parallel to 1930s Germany and the rise of the far right.

Please let sanity prevail this time around.

America – Trump – really?

Even more worrying than the UK/Europe farce, and the probable break up of the UK as a consequence, is the thought that an apparently civilized country can be so stupid as to vote en-masse in the primaries for Trump. A Presidential candidate running on an apparent policy ticket of (1) upset one of the USA’s nearest land neighbour Mexico, (2) upset the non-Christians, (3) no gun-controls plus (4) racism and misogyny.

As an old-fashioned socialist (taking that in its widest humanist form) I despair of where we appear to be going.