Monthly Archives: September 2011
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In the past few days, I’ve had a few different conversations about the riots. In particular, we talked about what I call the ‘Broom Brigade’. These are the folks who were out with brooms the day after the worst rioting in Hackney, for example. We … Continue reading
Sharing Wangarai Maathai’s beautiful video: “I will be a Hummingbird”
Nobel winner Wangarai Maathai died on Sunday, 25 September. She leaves a bountiful legacy. This week, I am thinking of the paths she chose, the adversity she faced, the courage she lived, the dedicated Hummingbird she was. She inspires me to nurtu… Continue reading
Here’s some advice to the Lib Dems on diversity……
I got up this morning and on the news I was hearing that the Lib Dems want to diversify, meaning they don’t want to be – as I call it – so Vanilla or as the radio commentator was saying, ‘White, male and pale.” It seems that they are taking action… Continue reading
The ramblings of two Mid-Westerners in London….(another random connection)
In my last post, I documented a random encounter at Chicago O’Hare airport. This time, I’m thinking about an encounter I had when I landed in London Heathrow on Saturday morning. I got to the Heathrow Express ticket machines and saw a young woman … Continue reading
Thank you for sharing….
I am in the line for security at the airport. It is a longer line than usual, but thankfully I arrived early enough to not care. Behind me stands a daughter and a mother. At one point, daughter says loudly: “I was so calm this morning. Now I’m tot… Continue reading
Chicago brief: A two hour meeting which proved very instructive…
On Monday, I attended a meeting of lawyers, doctors, community workers, government officials, people from umbrella organizations for service/support providers. This group meets monthly to discuss and agree shared lobbying priorities in relation to… Continue reading
Feral elite, feral underclass – surely we have more constructive ways of communicating?
Here I am in the suburbs of Chicago. Today I was at the local bank with my father. We were talking with someone he knows well there (he’s been going to the same bank for over forty years!). His contact is a White man in his early sixties who calls… Continue reading
See & Connect 