News
today of Nice lorry massacre, then this song overheard on Radio 4 Desert Island
discs. 'Le deserteur' (the deserter) who refuses to go out and kill people. At that time, in the mid-1950s we still had national service. When I refused, I was sent on a work-camp in Algeria at the start of what turned out to be the independence war with France.
The captured and colonised are still with us, and we've all been captured and colonised in different ways.The lorry driver killer on the Promenade des Anglais was a French North African, as was Mouloudji (first link below) and Karim Benzima who scored winning goals for France 2016.,
PS
For all the talk of Islamic Terror etc, the enemy is NOT to be found in another race, religion or ideology. In the 1950s, the French were driven out of their Vietnamese colony by 'Communist' Vietcong, as the Americans were a few years later. In Algeria, the FLN which defeated the French was neither 'Communist' or 'Islamic' but a nationalist coalition of tribes and peoples against the foreign power that had conquered and colonised their land.
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The French were beaten in Vietnam and Algeria, just as the US was beaten in Vietnam and - along with stupid allies in UK etc - in Iraq and Afghanistan. And we've still not learnt the lesson, except, perhaps, in Ireland (where for all the religious regalia, the issue was never about Protestant and Catholic, but coloniser and colonised).
The real enemy was never some blood-crazed other religion or ideology, but here within ourselves as much as anywhere: the exploitation and domination of others - by wealth, education (dare I say it?) or force of arms. The least we can do is dissociate ourselves from that sort of thing, like the Deserter in the song who hit the road to avoid army recruiters and preach the message as he went:
'When I was a prisoner
they stole my wife
they stole my soul
and all my dear past.
Early tomorrow morning
I will shut my door
on these dead years
I will take to the road.
I will beg my way along
on the roads of France
from Brittany to Provence
and I will cry out to the people:
Refuse to obey
refuse to do it
don't go to war
refuse to go.
If blood must be given
go give your own...'
(Just an excerpt, go to link for the rest)
love
Greg