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Do You Remember

Do you remember or are you old enough to have learned about the Kenyan fight for independence and the Mau Mau Rebellion? As a teenager in Britain in the 1950s I read about this rebellion and how brutal were these MauMau At that time, we didn’t have 24-hour media coverage and relied on print newspapers, the TV News for those of us lucky to have the newly introduced television, and the news shown in every cinema, after God Save the King was sung standing and before the movie (we called them films) started. . But the news was sparse; we heard of Britain’s victories and were aware of the names of some of the leaders of the rebellion, Jomo Kenyatta and J.M. Kariuki, But mostly we heard of the atrocities performed by some of the MauMau. We didn’t hear what our troops were inflicting on ‘the enemy’.

I have been thinking about this period in what has become my history. Of Britain colonising whole countries, displacing the indigenous people, and imposing their will on the populace in the bid to rule the world. We knew of and sang Rule Britannia.

And then I remembered a movie I saw in 2011 called Taken for Granted. In this movie, we were introduced to the brutality of the British soldiers. Not all, but many.

The story of an 84-year-old man,  Kimani Ng’ang’a Maruge an ex-fighter for the cause who wanted the opportunity to learn. The Kenyan Government announced free education for all in 2003 and this old man decided to take up the offer.  But hundreds of children were jostling for a few places in the school nearest to his village and his application was rejected.  He was desperate to learn to read at this late stage in his life and felt he must have the chance at the education so long denied to him and his generation—even if it meant sitting in a classroom alongside six-year-old children.   As he said he fought for freedom and now he felt entitled.

Kimani Ng’ang’a Maruge made headlines in media around the world and still holds the Guinness Book of Records as the world’s oldest primary school pupil. He said he thought that he was born in 1920 but of course, there were no records kept. I was so moved by this film that I wrote a long post on it and education in general.- Taken for Granted.

But this post is not to revisit that movie and that old man. I have worried about and read about colonisation and how the British achieved control of the enormous areas in the world painted red.  “From the 18th to the 20th centuries, Britain was revered as “the empire on which the sun never sets” to signify its vastness. It is estimated that Britain controlled 25 percent of the earth landmass, which meant that there was always daylight in one of its territories. ” via Wikipedia.

The post Taken for Granted attracted several interesting and supportive comments, but the one that lingers years later is this one from my late sister –

Christine in Los Angeles

 | October 21, 2011 at 12:56 | Reply | Edit

Judith, I remember that in 1952 or 1953 (?) Sylvia and I went to a conference, for teens in school, on the “MauMau problem”. I remember there were two young black men, that we were told were MauMau, wearing legirons and hand-chains. Very degrading! but we accepted the explanation that they were dangerous men.
So, why were they in a meeting hall, with hundreds of 16 and 17-year-olds?
We returned to school, after a two-day conference, to make a report to the other students.
I want to think torture was only on the other side – Brits were the good guys. I know that’s not the case, but I’m an idealist.
Love you lots.
God bless, Christine

At the time it was obviously considered an. acceptable way to educate (read indoctrinate) young minds.

And now as the sun sets on a colonised part of the world, I am off to read more about that period. Surely there must have been things we were doing right.

Ah Mr Baldacci, if only.

A serious post for today. A usual lighthearted one will no doubt follow.

Nothing Changes

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.

W. B Yeats, Irish Poet, Dramatist and Writer
1865 – 1939

This is part of Yeats’s poem, The Second Coming, written and published in 1920 following the Great War, WW1, the war meant to end all wars. But did it end all wars? It was a global catastrophe that killed millions. And yet, still man wages war. In the poem, Yeats predicts that time is up for humanity and civilisation as we know it is about to fade into obscurity. Could he have been foreseeing the time 85 after his death when we are on the brink of his convictions coming true?

In 2016 I asked What has gone so wrong? and years later we have no answer to the question.

Daily on TV, we see the result of the bombs on the lives of families who have done nothing more than be in the wrong place at the wrong time. We are kept up to date with the situations of the Russian invasion of Ukraine, and the Israeli/ Palestinian conflict. These are only two of the many that currently range our world.

But what can we do? Our protests have no effect but we must continue to protest if only to make our concerns heard and perhaps someday they will be heard.

I have said I will make no comments about the conflicts, but reading William Butler Yeats’ poem this afternoon I thought about how perceptive was this man so many years ago. But now I have said all I want to say and so will speak no more about it.

And as Mary Oliver my favourite poet says:

“I believe in kindness. Also in mischief, 
Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”

End of rant from this ancient and rambling mind.

Q is for – (The) Question Remains Unanswered

“In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations
and epochs,it is the rule.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche

Last year I was pondering again, the evil men do to others. Today I am still pondering.
Nothing changes. Man makes war for whatever reason, and still they do the same things
in the same way, and expect a different outcome.
Einstein labelled this Insanity.

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THE QUESTION REMAINS UNANSWERED

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“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished 
unless they kill in large numbers 
and to the sound of trumpets.”
Voltaire

In August 2016 I posed the question “What Has Gone So Wrong”

Then I compared the then current day (2016) with the life I lived as a young child during the Second World War. In 1940 there was one war. in 2016 according to the Heidelberg Institute of International Conflict Research there were “226 politically motivated armed conflicts worldwide during 2016”. many are described as minor but they are still conflicts if not total war.

Of course, the one that we saw news about daily on our televisions was Syria. What began as a peaceful uprising against the president in 2011 still the civil unrest/war continues, with no end in sight.

And today we have Ukraine on our TV sets night after night. We can take sides and decide whether Russia and Putin are wrong, or we could say they are only defending their place in the world. Putin is quoted as saying Ukraine was a constant threat and Russia could not “feel safe, develop and exist”.

So 10 million people inside Ukraine and beyond have been displaced and as the Russians pull back leaving death and destruction behind, has he won the war?

. And what does Mary Oliver have to say on the subject?

“I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, 
especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”
Mary Oliver

Deep thinking from this elderly mind today. Never mind, the cheerful JB will be back with some simple social activity with which to bore you. But the questions remain- what has gone so wrong, and will we never learn.

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The Question Remains Unanswered

“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished 
unless they kill in large numbers 
and to the sound of trumpets.”
Voltaire

In August 2016 I posed the question “What Has Gone So Wrong”

Then I compared the current day (2016) with the life I lived as a young child during the Second World War. In 1940 there was one war. in 2016 according to the Heidelberg Institute of International Conflict Research there were “226 politically motivated armed conflicts worldwide during 2016”. many are described as minor but they are still conflicts if not total war.

Of course, the one that we saw news about daily on our televisions was Syria. What began as a peaceful uprising against the president in 2011 still the civil unrest/war continues, with no end in sight.

And today we have Ukraine on our TV sets night after night. We can take sides and decide whether Russia and Putin are wrong, or we could say they are only defending their place in the world. Putin is quoted as saying Ukraine was a constant threat and Russia could not “feel safe, develop and exist”.

So 10 million people inside Ukraine and beyond have been displaced and as the Russians pull back leaving death and destruction behind, has he won the war?

Deep thinking from this elderly mind today. Never mind, the cheerful JB will be back with some simple social activity with which to bore you. But the questions remain- what has gone so wrong, and will we never learn.

Today is my daughter’s birthday.
I say she is the kind of daughter every mother should have.
So happy birthday Cate.

And what does Mary Oliver have to say on the subject?

“I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing,
especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”
Mary Oliver

JB April 11, 2022

Another Rant

It’s an age since I delivered to you a full blown rant. Well, stand back a long way to miss the dragon fire,. Here it comes.!

There’s no point in ranting about Covid. It is what it is, and it seems that much of he world has accepted the fact of the virus, and are just getting on with life as it is now.

In August 2016, having come very close, I ranted/mused on what death and destruction is still being wrought around our wold. I asked “What has gone so wrong?

There’ll be love and laughter
And peace ever after.
Tomorrow, when the world is free
Kurt Weill and Ira Gershwin

And if you are not old enough to remember this song, Sang so often by Vera Lynn during those war years, here’s a You Tube recording

I asked “Have we forgotten all that was learned at such great cost?  Children are still living in areas surrounded by bombs as did we in the early 1940s.”

And none of these questions are answered well.

So six years later, nothing has changed except that things appear to be getting worse.

We have the escalating tension in the Ukraine, with Russia having in excess of 100,000 troops near the border while denying planning an invasion. Make what you think of that! And now President Volodymyr Zelensky, the President of the Ukraine is arguing “hitting back at comments made by Mr Biden comments about a minor attack”.

According to BBC News the UK has accused President Vladimir Putin of plotting to install a pro-Moscow figure to lead Ukraine’s Government

And of course, IS (Islamic State)fighters are causing death and destruction wherever they go. Again, according to BBC News “Intense fighting is taking place in north-eastern Syria after Islamic State (IS) fighters tried to break inmates out of a Kurdish-run prison.”

During World War 11 we thought of anti-semitism as mainly being directed against the Jews. We fought over it: our fathers, grandfathers and brothers went war to fight against it. But it is still rife today.

We heard of the armed man who stormed a Texas synagogue earlier this month, taking a rabbi and three worshippers hostage. He believed that a Jewish conspiracy ruled America and that, if he took Jews hostage, he could compel the US to release Siddiqui, an imprisoned Jihadist.

Now it seems to have moved on to other religions and beliefs. A Muslim MP in Britain has claimed that her faith was raised by a government whip as a reason why she was sacked as a Minister in 2020.

is that enough misery for today?

I forgot about Boris. But Mr Johnson is bringing the misery down on himself, by telling so many lies and part truths.

And just so you know all is not perfect here in Godzone – the land of the long white cloud. Our Prime Minister, Jacinda Arden. yesterday announced the whole country would move into “the red light Covid 19 setting at 11.59 pm on Sunday 23 January” This means workers are encouraged to work from home, there are restrictions on numbers at meetings, weddings and funerals and in all instances a Vaccine Pass is required. And as before, masks are mandatory when you are away from home.

And of course as soon as the announcement was made, panic buying ensued at supermarkets around the country even though the major chains assured the public there was plenty of everything.

Again nothing much changes – “it’s all about me” reigns still.

You can relax now, the rant has ended.

“We do not live by coffee alone; order a Danish.” 
Judith Baxter

And as Dolly says :

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow,
you gotta put up with the rain.”

JB January 24, 2022

They Shall Grow Not Old

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We Will Remember Them.”
LAWRENCE BINYON 1869-1943,
English poet, dramatist and art scholar.

Last post being sounded at North Beach, Gallipoli.
Photo Mike Bowers, Sydney Morning Herald

April 25 in New Zealand and Australia is celebrated in remembrance of all those who have fought, suffered and died in wars. In both countries, it is a Public Holiday. Services of Remembrance are held throughout both lands. And on this day, in Gallipoli in Turkey, those brave souls who suffered and the many who died are also remembered.

During my recovering period in 2016, my number three Grandson Drew took me to an exhibition on Gallipoli. What follows is what I wrote after attending that exhibition. 

After a nasty accident that caused severe brain injury, I spent seven weeks in hospital and at ABI rehabilitation.  Now thanks to the teams at both places I’m well on the way to recovery. Back home again and ready to post on my blog.

One of the most annoying aspects is that with brain injury driving licences are suspended for six months until a doctor certifies you can drive. So currently I’m very dependent on family, friends and Driving Miss Daisy to take me around.

The entry to the exhibition

 

On Tuesday this week, my No 3 grandson Drew took me to our National Museum, Te Papa (Our Place in Maori) to see the Gallipoli Exhibition  This tells the story of the landings on April 25. 1915

On that day, thousands of young men, far from their homes, stormed the beaches on the Gallipoli Peninsula in what is now Turkey.

For eight long months, New Zealand troops, alongside those from Australia, Great Britain and Ireland, France, India, and Newfoundland battled harsh conditions and Ottoman forces desperately fighting to protect their homeland.

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Larger than life sized models

By the time the campaign ended, more than 130,000 men had died: at least 87,000 Ottoman soldiers and 44,000 Allied soldiers, including more than 8700 Australians. Among the dead were 2779 New Zealanders, about a sixth of all those who had landed on the peninsula.

New Zealand sent more men to fight in the First World War per head of population than any other nation. Of those killed, almost a third were buried half a world away in unmarked graves.

This exhibition tells the story from the standpoint of those young men.  It is incredibly detailed and we are shown where they stood their ground against an incredible army of Turks.  We see how they lived and we hear readings of letters home.

IMG_0699

 

One of the standout officers was Lieutenant-Colonel William Malone (1859-1915) , a Stratford farmer and lawyer, who commanded the Wellington Battalion at Gallipoli. The Wellington Battalion landed at Anzac Cove on 25-26 April 1915. Malone soon began to impose order, transforming weak defensive positions along the Anzac perimeter into strong garrisons. Between June and August, he helped consolidate critical positions at Courtney’s Post and Quin’s Post.  Just one of many no doubt.”

What a terrible waste of so many young lives, and yet, over a century later, we continue to send our young people to war – doing the same things all over again and expecting different results. Will we never learn !

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Erratum

It’s 3am on Sunday 11 September 2016.  Waking in the night is not something I do with any regularity and today I awoke realising that I had made a mistake in yesterday’s post – Another Year On

Originally I wrote –

“On the eve of 9/11 many of us here in New Zealand are thinking of that tragic day in 2001 when so many lives were lost, so many lives were changed and the world as we knew it changed suddenly and forever.”

Then I chaged it to

“Of course yesterday it was 9/11 here in New Zealand, and  many of us were  thinking of that tragic day in 2001 when so many lives were lost, so many lives were changed and the world as we knew it changed suddenly and forever.”

Confusion because here in New Zealand we say 11/9 and those of you in North America say 9/11.  In any event everything else in yesterday’s post still stands and today we will remember those who lost their lives, those who helped rescue some and the people whose lives were changed forever.

 

 

Another Year On

“Even the smallest act of service, the simplest act of kindness,
is a way to honor those we lost,
a way to reclaim that spirit of unity that followed 9/11.”
President Obama in a 2011 radio address

On the eve of 9/11 many of us here in New Zealand are thinking of that tragic day in 2001 when so many lives were lost, so many lives were changed and the world as we knew it changed suddenly and forever.

Even though we are told that there was some indication that a major action was about to unfold, nobody could really have imagined the extent or the effect that it would have.

Here in New Zealand we watched in disbelief as the drama unfolded.  Having heard the news on the radio we switched to the television and saw the events as they happened. We saw the unforgettable images of the planes flying into the tower, the bodies falling onto the ground and the faces of the rescuers, working against all odds to rescue anybody at all. These images and words spoken by the firemen, the policemen and other volunteers will stay with us forever.

And in the 15 years since that attack what has happened?  Horror mounts almost daily with reports of innocent people being killed or forced to flee their homes, people living in daily fear of what will happen next.  We hear of young girls being kidnapped by Boko Haraam, many of whom are still missing years later.  Journalists and Peace workers are being murdered and video reports of this are sent around the world.  Fear and belief that all Muslims are evil is escalating and we see evidence of this all around the world.  Where will it end?  And how can it be ended?  Not with more violence and hatred because we know that this only feeds itself.

Perhaps it’s naive to consider that we should or could give peace a chance as John and Yoko Lennon suggested in 1969. But how could this be achieved?  Are any of the “Powers that be” putting any thoughts in this direction, because somebody with some authority has to have the intestinal fortitude (read guts) to begin.  I fear that there is nobody brave enough or committed enough to be the first.

“Imagine there are no countries, it isn’t hard to do
No need to kill or die for and no religions too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one”
From the song Imagine by John Lennon and Yoko Ono

So on this day each year, we will remember the folks who died on that tragic day and remember all those who are still suffering because of it.

May I share my rainbow with you in honour of those people?

Rainbow

My rainbow

 

 

.Note – First paragraph changed – see Erratum

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back home with my family and friends

After a nasty accident that caused severe brain injury I spent seven weeks in hospital and at ABI rehabilitation.  Now thanks to the teams at both places I’m well on the way to recovery. Back home again and ready to post on my blog.

One of the most annoying aspects is that with brain injury driving licences are suspended for six months, until a doctor certifies you can drive. So currently I’m very dependent on family, friends and Driving Miss Daisy to take me around.

The entry to the exhibition

The entry to the exhibition

 

On Tuesday this week my No 3 grandson Drew took me to our National Museum, Te Papa (Our Place in Maori) to see the Gallipoli Exhibition  This tells the story of the landings on April 25. 1915

On that day, thousands of young men, far from their homes, stormed the beaches on the Gallipoli Peninsula in what is now Turkey.

For eight long months, New Zealand troops, alongside those from Australia, Great Britain and Ireland, France, India, and Newfoundland battled harsh conditions and Ottoman forces desperately fighting to protect their homeland.

IMG_0700

Larger than life sized models

Larger than life sized models

By the time the campaign ended, more than 130,000 men had died: at least 87,000 Ottoman soldiers and 44,000 Allied soldiers, including more than 8700 Australians. Among the dead were 2779 New Zealanders, about a sixth of all those who had landed on the peninsula.

New Zealand sent more men to fight in the First World War per head of population than any other nation. Of those killed, almost a third were buried half a world away in unmarked graves.

This exhibition tells the story from the standpoint of those young men.  It is incredibly detailed and we are shown where they stood their ground against an incredible army of Turks.  We see how they lived and we hear readings of letters home.

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Quins Post

 

A Nurse gets news of the death of a loved one

One of the standout officers was Lieutenant-Colonel William Malone (1859-1915) , a Stratford farmer and lawyer, who commanded the Wellington Battalion at Gallipoli. The Wellington Battalion landed at Anzac Cove on 25-26 April 1915. Malone soon began to impose order, transforming weak defensive positions along the Anzac perimeter into strong garrisons. Between June and August, he helped consolidate critical positions at Courtney’s Post and Quin’s Post.  Just one of many no doubt.

And each year on April 25 Australians and New Zealanders commemorate this battle with a Public Holiday. ANZAC DAY

Anzac Poppy

ANZAC Poppy

Trusting Family

Recently I discovered Five Sentence Fiction  and decided to try my hand at writing a story in only five sentences.
This week’s word is FAMILY.

The soldiers burst into the school, yelling, shouting orders and firing rifles.  The children, scared, huddled together under their desks trying to hide from the angry men.  But they were soon discovered and brought out of hiding with the girls being separated from the boys who were locked into the school hall with the staff.

Then the terrified girls were herded onto buses and quickly driven away from the school.

Only then, when the firing had ceased and the yelling had stopped and it was possible to think, did the petrified child think of her family and knew they would find her and take her home again.

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