Chuka Umunna visits Ealing North

Steve invited up and coming Labour MP Chuka Umunna to be the guest speaker at Ealing North Labour’s annual dinner on 12th January. He is the Shadow secretary of State for Business, Innovation and Skills, Vince Cable’s opposite number, though he has a keen ambition to be in his shoes (political shoes and not dancing shoes).

Chuka praised the Parliamentary Labour Party for the work it was doing behind the scenes to move the government into a more caring position and that many of the decisions they are making were originally Labour suggestions. He said that there was much to be done to help small businesses to get moving in the economy as it is and that he was making every effort to do that. He also praised Steve for being one of the only MP’s to make him feel at ease in Westminster since he arrived there 18 months ago.

Steve also praised Chuka by saying “I think we may have seen the future of the Labour Party here in Perivale.

The Dinner was held at Enterprise Lodge in Perivale and was also attended by MP’s from adjacent constituencies and the leader of Ealing council amongst other supporters.

EALING GAZETTE – NOVEMBER 2010

There’s a rhythm to the Parliamentary and constituency year that is as settled as the seasons and the time of Advent allows us to look forward to Christmas and the New Year in a suitably reflective state of mind. Before the evenings lengthen and the shadows of Autumn close in on us there are many milestones on the Ealing road that have become settled and reassuringly familiar.

The solemn Act of Remembrance at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month is observed with dignity and solemnity at the Greenford War Memorial and none of us there present could be other than agonisingly aware that two young Greenford men have now been lost to us – one in Iraq and one in Afghanistan.

The Greenford Branch of the Royal British Legion organises the Armistice Day commemorations with the immense skill born out of many years of practice and a heartfelt commitment to honouring and assisting those who have served and those who serve today.

The Remembrance Sunday parade was immense this year and a huge turnout of Members of the Greenford Branch, cadet groups, Scouts, Guides, St.John Ambulance, the Police, Greenford Rotary Club, local Councillors, led by the Deputy Mayor, and TA units stretched almost all of the way from the Legion to the Greenford Hall.

The Rev.Neil Richardson of Holy Cross Church led the prayers and he was flanked by the Rev.Dr.Jennifer Smith of Ealing Green Methodist Church and Fr. Tom Daly from Our Lady of the Visitation. The Salvation Army band played and Charlie Doherty and Bryan Binning as Officers of the Greenford Branch of the RBL declaimed the Exhortation and the Kohima epitaph.

The mood was sombre but the Legion did the armed forces proud and if this wasn’t the biggest ever Parade then I’d be very surprised indeed.

By co-incidence the Shree Jalaram Mandir between the Legion and the War Memorial were celebrating their 10th.Anniversary on Remembrance Sunday and it to the immense credit of the trustees and devotees that they decided to link their anniversary with the Act of Remembrance.

Hot drinks were supplied by the temple and a number of the Trustees joined us at the Legion for the formal thanking of the Parade Marshall and all those who had taken part.

The President of the Board of Trustees Rajni “Raj” Kiroya spoke after Harry Greenway (former MP for Ealing North), Cllr. John Gallagher (Deputy Mayor) and the current MP. Raj gave what was one of the best received speeches that it has ever my privilege to hear.

His theme was the integration that the Shree Jalaram members practiced and how they have not just made a home in this country but have also chosen to respect our traditions and to give back to the community by their honesty and unshakeable traditions of hard work and family values.

STEPHEN POUND MP MEETS EALING HOME OXYGEN PATIENTS

Ealing home oxygen patients and their carers met with their local MP, Stephen Pound, at an NHS home oxygen patient forum on Friday 26th February at the Ealing Golf Club. Stephen Pound got the chance to speak to his constituents and hear about their experience of receiving the Home Oxygen Service that Air Products Healthcare provides on behalf of the NHS. Patients receive the oxygen in various different forms depending on their condition. Many have portable oxygen cylinders or liquid oxygen which enables them to get out and about, despite the chronic respiratory illnesses many of the patients suffer from. The forum also enabled patients and carers to share their thoughts on the service with Air Products respiratory nurses, engineers and call centre team members as well as meet and socialise with fellow patients and carers. Stephen Pound MP for Ealing, said: “Attending the Ealing Home Oxygen Forum was a rewarding and thoroughly worthwhile experience. The Home Oxygen patients I met were full of energy and humour, and are facing the challenges of their conditions with admirable spirit. I’d like to commend the local NHS and Air Products on what is clearly a class-A service.” Adam Sullivan, General Manager, Air Products Healthcare, UK and Ireland said: “We are delighted Stephen Pound was able to attend our patient forum on Friday. I think all the patients really appreciated the fact that he took the time to hear about their experience of using the Home Oxygen Service. The patient forums are a really important part of the service we provide, as it’s essential to hear first hand from the patients how they are finding the service in their local area.”

It’s an Education

It’s education, education, education at my advice surgeries this week and there is a certain balance between the two main groups of people coming to see me.

As is always the case there are those who are unhappy about their child not getting the school of their first choice and it is impossible not to feel the deepest sympathy for those who face the dilemma of not getting the school of choice and having to consider one that they would not have plumped for.

In concert with these genuinely concerned parents are another group of people who are objecting to the expansion of – mainly – primary school places in the borough.

Things used to be a lot worse in Ealing back in the 1970s when children were bussed around the borough as some schools had spaces and no pupils while others had the demand but not the means to meet it.

Thanks to some pretty sophisticated data gathering the council now has a fair idea of the school age population in the coming years and would be irresponsible not to plan for this. If the population is declining then school closures need to be considered and if it is growing then expansion comes into the frame.

Ideally every parent should be able to send their children to their local school but the situation is complicated by the fact that all schools are not the same.

Apart from the special schools there are faith and single sex schools that some parents choose and it is not always the case that these are within walking distance. In addition to Roman Catholic and Church of England schools in Ealing North there are Sikh and Hindu schools in adjoining boroughs so the situation gets really complicated when parents make the decision to apply to one of these.

There is a fundamental issue with some of our most successful schools and we all know that people will buy houses within the catchment area in order that their children can attend a high achieving place of learning. Some people feel that the exceptional character of such schools will be lost with expansion while others urge an extra form of entry as their sons or daughters wouldn’t get in otherwise.

I have a lot of time for Cllr.Ian Gibb and his colleagues who have to wrestle with this dilemma and anyone who cares about our future generations will want to see the council, and the Diocesan authorities in the case of Christian faith schools, get the balance absolutely right.

As usual there are those who claim that the whole matter is related to immigration but this ignores the very basic and provable fact that the majority of emigration to Ealing is from elsewhere within the United Kingdom.

People move to London for a whole range of reasons and I like to think that they head for Ealing because of the special qualities that make this a great place to live and learn in. Unless we are going to a system of internal passports as was the case in apartheid South Africa we can’t stop people moving to the borough and it is in all of our interests to make sure that the school system can cope – and continue to provide the very high standards that we have such reason to be proud of.

I’ve said that I have a lot of sympathy for the parents and pupils who aren’t getting what they want at the moment and I very much hope that the needs of prospective pupils can be met without causing problems for the existing school body and those living around a building that may be physically expanded.

I would also like to pay tribute to our brilliant teachers and support staff who are managing so well in the context of almost constant change. It’s never easy being a teacher or a classroom assistant but the work has to be immensely rewarding or we wouldn’t be attracting and retaining those brilliant people who are educating our children for the future.

The Devil and Mr.Casement.

Jordan Goodman,Verso.

The Devil and Mr CasementEveryone knows something about Sir Roger Casement. Whether it is his emergence from a U-Boat in Tralee Bay just before the 1916 Easter Rising, his execution at Pentonville, his exposure of the genocidal brutality of King Leopold in the Congo or even the vicious campaign by the British establishment to destroy his reputation by smears before they hanged him; everyone knows something and most have an opinion.

This book concentrates on one aspect of Sir Roger’s life that has not been so thoroughly chronicled – his humanitarian work in the Putumayo region of the upper Amazon and the truly satanic figure of Julio Caesar Arana.

This is not an easy book to read, for all that it is very well written and manages to cover one of the most horrific incidents of the late 19th and early 20th Century in terse and well substantiated prose.

It is hard to read because it is almost beyond the capacity of the mind to accept the reality of the decades of horror that Arana and his family were responsible for.

This is a book that has much to say of the interminable border wars between Peru and Colombia. It tells of the history of the demand for rubber that led to the deaths of more than 30,000 of the Huitoto and other indigenous peoples of the Putumayo and it tells of what hell a man may make of paradise when he operates without sanction or conscience.

After Casement’s triumph in the Congo, in which he forced King Leopold of the Belgians to surrender his personal empire the size of Europe to his own government, he became an official of the Foreign Office and held consular rank. Although ever more moved by the situation in his own homeland of Ireland he was the man to react to stories of a horror beyond imagination that began to emerge from visitors, particularly the engineers Walter Hardenberg and Walter Perkins, of a living hell that had been created.

The native peoples of upper Amazonia had met their first Europeans at the end of the 19th.Century. By the middle of the 20th.Century the few who remained turned to abortifacients in an attempt to end their very tribal existence on earth. Race suicide was far better a prospect than that which the Europeans had wrought.

The stories that reached London told of a vast rain forest reached only by river in which the Arana family held absolute sway and under whose lash the indigenous peoples were forced to tap wild rubber trees and carry bales heavier themselves to the riverside collection points where the material could be shipped on to – principally – Great Britain.

Arana and his brother Lizardo held more than the power of life and death over this tragic people. They mutilated and tortured for amusement – one example tells of a Huitoto man tied to a stake while pistoleros gambled on who could first shoot off his penis – they raped, flogged and burned the majority of an entire peoples. Above all they gave these people no hope at all of any possible betterment in their lives. From childhood they harvested the rubber until they died of exhaustion or torture. Unable to cultivate their own food they became wholly dependent on those who would drive them to death and near extinction.

Jordan Goodman manages to maintain a clinical detachment but the volume and variety of the horrors must have made him sleepless and the effect on Sir Roger Casement was dramatic. He agreed to gather evidence for a Parliamentary enquiry and worked with the Anti-Slavery and Aborigines’ Protection Society to expose the sadistic dictator of the Putumayor who gave his name to the scars that constant lashing ripped the skin with – the mark of Arana.

There are heroes in this book. Casement, obviously, but also diligent and humanitarian MPs and consular officials who were determined to end this horror.

Sir Edward Grey comes out well and the British Empire actually did seek to apply standards of civilisation and decency by negotiation and example.

There are villains. Arana looked like the Devil and acted in a way that only a soul-less being could contemplate. He also presented himself in London to defend himself of the charges when they were finally laid and became politician of some standing in Peru. The extent of the blood on his hands is beyond calculation but he played the misunderstood capitalist bring the benefits of modernity to a Godless and backward race until he finally dies as recently as 1952.

Just as the brutal colonial Dutch employed platoons of Japanese executioners as there were too many heads to cut off unaided the Arana family employed Barbadians as enforcers and overseers. The fact that Barbados was part of the British Empire allowed the Foreign Office to intervene and – ultimately – to damn the dictators by public exposure and condemnation. Goodman wryly points out that colonial harvested rubber plantations in India and Malaya actually ended the economic rationale for the vast slaughterhouse that men made of the Putumayo but Sir Roger Casement’s personal commitment and health destroying energy cannot be underestimated.

He was stripped of his Knighthood on the night before his execution but he wore the jewel with more distinction and justification than did many others. This book tells of the horror of Julio Caesar Arana but also of the nobility of spirit of a great humanitarian; Sir Roger Casement.

Coolly written without emotion it tells a terrible tale but should be read by anyone who knows only of the more often chronicled aspects of Sir Roger Casement’s life. It should also be read as a belated tribute to the people of the Putumayo who lost their way of life and their very wish to live when they met the civilised European.

Optimism & Pessimism

I’m not the most naturally optimistic of men and tend to see the glass as half empty so when Fulham were 3-0 up against Man. United I felt that we might just get a point out of the game.
In the light of my natural pessimism I’ve been wondering what on earth I’d do with myself if I do lose my seat at the General Election.
Mrs.P. will insist that I get out from under her feet so I fear that, if the worst comes to the worst – as it often does – it’ll be down to the Job Centre for me.
Now less than generous readers might think that the only job an MP is suited for is as an arm-chair tester but I’ve done most things in my life and while I don’t want to go back to sea, to the London buses or the hospital where I was a porter for many years there are quite a few jobs I’d fancy a crack at.
I rather enjoyed being the night mortuary attendant at the old Acton Hospital but that building is no more and the job seems to have been outsourced to an agency so I’ve been looking at other options.
I’d love to be a postman.
Having a job that starts and finishes at a set time and a task that can actually be completed seems wonderful to me. The trouble with representing 80,000 people is that the work is never, ever done and you can’t dust off your hands and head down to the pub. Even if posties seem to have to walk a lot faster and further nowadays I’d really fancy having a go at it – even if I hope that I’m not forced to examine other employment opportunities.
In the unlikely event of Gordon Brown losing his seat he could get any number of jobs at university or an organisation like the World Bank but I once sat in on a conversation that he had with Alex Ferguson and I’ve never seen the Prime Minister so animated. A future manager of Raith Rovers perhaps?
David Cameron could walk into any estate agents and get taken on immediately. I suspect that he’d be quite good at it.
Nick Clegg has all the requirements for a shop-window dummy in an up-market gents outfitters and George Osborne will never have to worry about another job with his family money. Ken Clarke is a natural to be a bookie’s runner and Lib.Dem.Lembit Opik is clearly trying out for a career as a male escort.
On the Labour side John Prescott has been a bar steward – at least that’s what I think I heard a colleague describe him as – and I’m sure he could find a good job again in that line.
I’m not planning on losing my seat but it’s good to keep all options open so if there is a vacancy in the quality control section of the Guinness brewery I’d like to hear about it – just in case.

Daring to Dream – Daring to Shine

Steve was interviewed on Saturday 9th January by 10 year old Megan after the final performance of the pantomime “Rapunzel” by Holy Cross Players.

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SLEEPING BEAUTY DECEMBER 2009-12-21

This was truly a case of no sleeping in the audience and pure beauty on stage. The St.Mary’s Players never fail to amaze – not always in the most positive manner – and they certainly did so on the 4th.December before the snows set in.

This was by far the most tightly directed production they’ve shown us and even those of us who cherish the astounding anarchic adventures that the Marians often offer up had to admit that this was the most professional amateur production to date.

Credit to director Malcolm Smith – even though he will never be forgiven for failing to cast the theatrical genius that is Linda S. – and to a cast that responded to a taut direction with breathless brilliance.

Susan Powrie and Madeleine Secombe wove the whole tapestry together with a deftness and lightness of touch that was a delight. As the continuity girls – or Helpful 1 and Helpful 2 – their timing was impeccable and the stage management skills of Steve Douglas even rose to finding what looked like a real Silver Cross perambulator that brought back memories for a few of us.

Tony Rumble is an intriguing rascal. I still  see him as the Sid James of W7 but he played the King far too well for anyone to essay the old reviewers quip about his looking anxiously as though someone else were about to play the Ace.

Alison Simmons was sublimely haughty as the Queen and seemed even more royal than Peter Mandelson on occasions.

Christine Whitestone, Pam Douglas and Sarah Bailey were supreme as the girl trio and their interplay and backchat proved the excellence of the direction and the skill of the cast.

Steve Secombe is seldom recognised as he meanders through north Hanwell and this may be blamed on his penchant for syrups and other theatrical accoutrements. I must borrow some of his kit one day – but not the absurd outfit that transformed him into Nurse Hallowpenny!

His scenes showed the well rehearsed wonder of the Players as he constantly flirted with mayhem but somehow kept the show on the road. It was like listening to a John Prescott speech but, on this occasion, with a happier outcome.

Now I’m as ecumenical as the next bigot but I flinched a little at Christopher White’s Archbishop. I need not have feared.

This was the stand-out piece of thespian skill and CW’s facial expressions were a joy to behold. He even eschewed the old gag flogged near to death by my old schoolmate, the current Bishop of London, who always flourishes his crozier and tells the audience that they now know what a real crook looks like.

He failed to insist on a crozier bearer which denied me the opportunity to refer to a vimpa – one of my favourite little-used words that I insert into tedious speeches while running the country.

Now I don’t see Kim Rumble as evil personified but she clearly has a sinister side and this was displayed with dark delight in the role of Maultrash.Scary stuff – superbly acted.

As one who has seen Sarah Sartain’s entire oeuvre I was delighted to see her scale greater heights as either Crispin or Claude (sounds like the Tory front bench) and she brought real pathos to the part, as did Katherine White as the tragic Rose.

Hers was one of the hardest parts to play but play it she did – and she melded elegance with excellence to exciting effect.

Was their ever a pantomime cow more sensitively played than Mo-Neigh was by Alison Browne and Sue Cosstick? Probably there was but never with such terpsichorean talent as did our bovine beauties display. I’ll always pay good money to see a panto cow do the soft shoe shuffle or even the Shadows’ walk and I parted with the cash willingly on Friday – after seeing this I would do so again and not even think about an expenses claim.

The brutal limitation of 700 words imposed on me by Big Ron means that I cannot tell of the myriad delights unmentioned above nor list those who made the magic happen but the lighting was dazzling – when necessary – and this was by far the best set I’ve seen (review ends at this stage on grounds of public decency and limitations of space. R.B. Editor)