This was a post I originally wrote on the 11th day of the Paris Riots on 6th November 2005. Reposted today on the 6th anniversary of Samira Belil's death. I believe Samira Belil's story and her book should be more widely known, but it has yet to make a real impact outside France. The book was finally translated and published in English in 2008 as To Hell and Back: The Life of Samira Bellil and is a recommended read.
Samira Bellil died on September 7th 2004 aged 31 of Stomach cancer.This diminuitive French Algerian immigrant was a modern day Emmeline Pankhurst and arguably the stand she made was possibly a far more courageous act than that of the Suffragettes yet her story remains largely untold outside France. In her book 'Dans L'Enfer Des Tournantes' (In the Hell of Tournantes) she laid bare the endemic culture of patriarchal oppression in the French ghetto. Her story was underpinned by her own gang rape at the age of 14 at the hands of 4 men known to her. Gang rape was known in the ghetto as pass-rounds. Her boyfriend handed her over to his 3 friends who brutally raped her all night and then made her breakfast in the morning. This happened to her again when she was dragged by one of her previous assailants off a crowded train while the passengers looked the other way. Her story is not uncommon of her peers growing up in the Banlieu many of her friends suffered the same fate and women are often forced to hide, stay inside and if they are seen to be in any way deviating from the norm they can often suffer the same fate at the hands of disenfanchised, angry and violent young men. Her book galvanised a women's movement in France that spawned countless marches across the country attended by thousands of women who had been terrified of voicing their opinions and the action she inspired forced the French Government to look seriously at the issue of pass-rounds in particular, but also the oppression of women in the ghetto. She instigated the set-up and implementation of a women's refuge to protect some of those at gravest danger with a particular focus of attention on the estimated 70,000 who were believed to be in danger of enforced marriage in a heavily fundamentalist islamic honour culture. Her impact was so great that the government were forced to recognise the changing ethnic fabric of French society and a department was set up to look at the issues. The French government honoured Bellil’s achievements, and those of 13 other women from the projects, by hanging their portraits outside the country's parliament in recognition of the profile they had created. The reason I post this today is that we are on the back of the 11th day of rioting in the Paris ghettos particularly, but also all over France. It's something I'm sure Bellil would not be in the slightest bit surprised by, the depth of poverty and disaffection has been there for years, mixed with the overpowering macho patriarchal culture. Personally I hope it proves the catalyst the French government require to really tackle the issue of the ghetto and the way that they have been used and ignored for years. The ghettos have been allowed to descend to a hellish existence that breeds the worst type of fundamentalism religiously, patriarchally and violently.A way to dump all the stuff I wouldn't want to lumber my family and friends with. So if you're a friend or part of my family and you've heard it all before, I'm duller than I thought. Sorry.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
RIP Samira Belil - one of my greatest inspirations
Dad of 3, Reigatian, U10 footie coach, cyclist, Crystal Palace victim, music catholic, Chez Bruce lover, white burgundy addict and Head of Digital at Teamspirit
Monday, September 06, 2010
Old Rosie Cloudy Scrumpy
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Tube strike? What tube strike.
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Remind you of anything?
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The shifting summer holiday paradigm
I started running again recently. There are myriad reasons why it's
good for me, not least the fact that I get to run in places that I
wouldn't normally have occasion to visit. My running coincided with
the beginning of the summer holidays and as I huffed and puffed around
the back streets I dragged past a bench that I've gone past many times
before. You've probably seen loads of benches like it. Someone, or
some body placed it there years ago, but you've never seen a single
person actually sat on it. You've probably wondered why the hell it
was ever built in the first place.
front of it, about 14/15 years old chilled out, enjoying the early
evening sun (yes there was sun this summer) and just having a very
pleasant looking time. Three days later on the same route I passed the
same bench, but this time there were 5 or 6 kids hanging out. Same
vibe, quiet, chatty and relaxed. There was a mix of boys and girls and
they looked pretty cool (what do I know, I stopped being able to read
that barometer years ago). It had a lovely feel to it, not so much
incongruous, as unusual that this was where they'd chosen to be.
Granted it had a little bit of greenery, some shade from the sun with
the trees, but nevertheless it was basically in the middle of a
suburban sprawl with no shops nearby, no real 'entertainment' on hand,
just a bench as a focal point and few opinions. My running's continued sporadically over the summer holidays and
rather than varying the routes as is my normal practice I've been
following the same pattern and as the weeks went by the size of the
group that was gathering around this previously unloved bench grew to
around 20. I started to enjoy running past it. It was convivial,
quiet, considered and above all fun. Then it began to change. As I ran past it seemed slightly more
fractious. The group was bigger, there was alcohol, it was rowdier,
there were factions, the conviviality had gone and as I ran on, two of
the original kids I'd seen weeks before were walking away. I went on holiday at the end of August, returning at the end of the
school break at which point I resumed my slow painful fitness regime.
When I ran past everything was different. The original kids had gone
and had been replaced by a completely different group of individuals.
Obviously I'm looking at this as the parent of kids not a million
miles off this age, but they were oiky, 'orrible, oily individuals.
There was a lot more drinking, a lot more shouting and the original
spirit was gone. Come yesterday evening, two days after the schools
had gone back there were four kids left drunk and surrounded by
litter. The bench was over. The cool kids had moved on. The spirit had
disappeared. The paradigm had shifted. I’d like to think the cool kids
had found another anonymous bench. If I’m honest they’re probably back
at school, but it suits my romantic side that they’re all happy
chatting in Pleasantville just a few streets away. Now inevitably this whole episode has led me to muse on the nature of
social networks, their adoption and possible future abandonment. I
watch brands pour millions of dollars/pounds through specific channels
and often think ‘I really hope they don’t ruin this’, because if they
do their audience won’t stick around they’ll just move on elsewhere,
not only that they’ll switch that brand off ‘FOREVER’ because that’s
the choice being online gives you. Facebook popped up out of nowhere 5 years ago, 515 million users on
the late majority are still ploughing in, with brands following in
their hoards, but there’s really no reason to believe that Facebook
won’t go as soon as it came. Facebook’s sudden disappearance is unlikely, but it’s important to
understand when the cool kids leave and where they’ve gone, because
they’re the ones who’ll spark the next big thing and as a brand you
need to know about that and be prepared to act upon it. I’m not going
to go into how in this post as that’s a whole different issue and in
fact the answer may be, ‘do nothing, hang back’. The point is, you have to be fluid, you can’t be too brash and you
have to consider the huge range of variables that may open up to you
through digital channels and be prepared to embrace them.
Concentrating in just the one area and using it and abusing it for
every last drop of value is a dangerous game and can ultimately leave
you in the wilderness, with a bunch of ‘friends’ that left for a
better bench long ago.
Dad of 3, Reigatian, U10 footie coach, cyclist, Crystal Palace victim, music catholic, Chez Bruce lover, white burgundy addict and Head of Digital at Teamspirit
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Possibly the most competitive event on earth. Introducing the Hope Cove kids sandcastle making comp. #uksm #uksoundmap #findbritain
Dad of 3, Reigatian, U10 footie coach, cyclist, Crystal Palace victim, music catholic, Chez Bruce lover, white burgundy addict and Head of Digital at Teamspirit
Friday, August 27, 2010
High tide at Thurlestone Sands, South Hams, Devon #uksm
Dad of 3, Reigatian, U10 footie coach, cyclist, Crystal Palace victim, music catholic, Chez Bruce lover, white burgundy addict and Head of Digital at Teamspirit
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The kids have rearranged the furniture
Dad of 3, Reigatian, U10 footie coach, cyclist, Crystal Palace victim, music catholic, Chez Bruce lover, white burgundy addict and Head of Digital at Teamspirit
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Apparently the 60s never happened in Kingsbridge
Dad of 3, Reigatian, U10 footie coach, cyclist, Crystal Palace victim, music catholic, Chez Bruce lover, white burgundy addict and Head of Digital at Teamspirit
Friday, August 20, 2010
#Teamspirit need to leave don't really want
Dad of 3, Reigatian, U10 footie coach, cyclist, Crystal Palace victim, music catholic, Chez Bruce lover, white burgundy addict and Head of Digital at Teamspirit