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  • If I were Jess Phillips

    Went to bed last night wondering what Jess Phillips is thinking. How is she sleeping?

    Warning: long post

    I can’t remember at which academic conference it was that I said I was not surprised at all to learn of the so-called (at that time) “grooming gangs” that featured Pakistani men and young white girls.

    I based that on my reading of the book Kinship and Continuity: Pakistani Families in Britain published in 2000. I was asked to review this book, and did, for an academic journal.

    It is a very well-written book, based on sound anthropological research. It’s that kind of research where the researcher often becomes invisible and the research participants become quite ready to talk.

    The research began way back in 1979, and the findings published in a book in 1988. The 2000 publication is an extensively revised edition based on newer research, and the author was therefore able to speak of the “continuity” bit.

    I knew very little about the Pakistani community when I first read that book. But one of my closest new mums in the post-natal group is Pakistani and she embodies the spirit of western modernity although you would never find her wearing a skirt or dress. For her, Pakistani trousers (a shalwar) were de rigueur.

    She was suitably impressed when I talked, for example, about female lenā-denā networks of reciprocity after reading the book, thus validating the accuracy of the Pakistani culture documented in the book.

    Something in the book was quite prescient of the current debate re: rape gangs.

    First is the idea of purdah (women avoiding contact with unrelated men). Sure, my brothers were very keen to observe the behaviour of the men who sent me home after a date, but they did not have to worry about my loss of ‘honour’, did they?

    But in Chapter Six, we read of the emphasis on izzat (honour). The author could not avoid (I can’t remember whether there was a lot of beating around the bush) acknowledging the ‘double standard’ when evaluating izzat: women are guarded to ensure their purity and honour, but though it is against Islamic teaching, male promiscuity could be justified by saying that ‘men are like that’, and worryingly, some (white) girls make themselves available (this was all in the book).

    The sums do not add up. You can’t have sexless women on one side, and rampant promiscuity amongst (but not between)the males on the other.

    Translation: Men must do everything to protect their sisters (hence purdah), but it’s OK to violate someone else’s sister, especially if they are white. Why? Because men are allowed to have sex with whomsoever they want.

    Translation: It is because of this uncontrolled/uncontrollable and permitted male sexual appetite that their womenfolk have to be locked up (purdah).

    You see, while my brothers checked out the men who went out with me, my brothers weren’t about to go and demand sex from any lone woman walking home at night (maybe after a shift as a nurse, doctor, IT engineer, etc). My brothers, like most people I grew up with are able to, unlike animals, control their sexual urges.

    I was very disturbed that izzat is often reduced to the Pakistani woman’s sexual practices. In short, purdah is necessary only because these men had not been taught how to control their own sexual urges.

    In the chapter on ‘Public Faces’, we read about the significance of patronage within this group because patronage leads to privileges, and the higher you get on the totem pole of power, the greater amount of privilege you amass. Cue the in-fighting within the welfare and mosque organisations. Again, in the book.

    On this alone I had become very, very sceptical of anyone who claims to be a community representative, not just of the Muslim, but of any community as they choose to define themselves.

    You and I think of a representative as one who re-presents the interests of that community, and especially of the weaker ones, to a higher authority. In reality these “representatives” are people who have succeeded in grabbing power from others, especially those weaker than themselves.

    Yet, we read of government representatives (MPs, Councillors, mayors) who kowtow to these community leaders. Did no one actually understand the concept of a patron-client relationship?

    I have yet another concern, that of first cousin marriages which thrive as a demonstration of migrants’ continuing obligation to their birādarī (which could mean anything from descent to kinship group) purity that still remained in Pakistan.

    In the UK we hear the excuse for these marriages being the need to keep property within their family groups. What constitutes this property? How much property do our Pakistani migrants own?

    Remember purdah? Many of the women do not participate in the wage economy as a result. On account of having children they can legitimately claim all sorts of child benefits. This is not the £25-odd pounds a week that some people think is the case.

    There is (was) a pretty generous Child Tax Credit which could add thousands of pounds to a household for each child. (The more children, the higher the income. This was capped to two children in 2017, amidst a huge outcry.) This is being replaced by Universal Credit, if I understand the very complicated benefits system correctly.

    Still, there is a very high reward for families with disabled children. So where is the incentive to avoid first cousin marriages? (A Muslim MP recently argued against its proposed ban, notwithstanding the fact that these disabilities have an inevitable impact on the NHS.)

    Sure, they might produce children with severe disabilities, but there are also significant financial benefits, thanks to the taxpayer. There is also the free NHS.

    Do these welfare benefits constitute the “property” that they are so desperate to maintain within their families?

    Where does Jess Phillips come in?

    I have a lot of respect for her. But on this, I felt it was wrong that she had refused a nation-wide inquiry into the failings of the police and other services to safeguard the welfare of children, particularly children of already disadvantaged family backgrounds.

    I was a ten-year-old once. I was twelve. I was fourteen. Try as I do, I cannot see HOW I could have chosen a life to be passed around and violated by older men like so many young white girls had been. A choice???

    Final question. Questions. Where are the Pakistani women standing up for these girls? Where are the mothers standing up to say “I did not raise my sons to rape young white girls”? Where are the fathers who say “This cannot carry on if we want our sons and daughters to be respected as equals by the wider British public of every hue and faith?”

    In the Gospel of John, Jesus was confronted by a group of religious scholars and Pharisees about a woman who had been “caught in an act of adultery”, literally “caught red-handed in the act of adultery”. 

    Excuse me, why did they not also bring the man to Jesus? Just stop to think about that. How could the woman be “caught”, “red-handed”, “in the act”, all on her own?

    Indeed as Jesus went on to say, “He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.”

    My prayers for Jess Phillips (and everyone else in government) is that she would find it in her to do the right thing. So what if she loses her seat at the next election? She’d go down in history as one of the bravest women MPs we have had.

    On the other hand, she might not lose, because those people who did not come out to vote this time might come out in force to vote for her.

    If only she would do the right thing.

  • Christmas is …. isn’t Christmas

    Early this morning I came across this post about Christmas day on social media:

    I feel overwhelmed with guilt that I just didn’t feel festive yesterday. My parents made the day really lovely and were so generous but I just felt really flat the entire day. Please tell me I’m not alone in this; I feel absolutely awful

    As I write there are 131 replies, and every single one, excluding mine, shows solidarity with the writer.

    I felt really sad.

    Then it hit me.

    I don’t celebrate Eid. I don’t celebrate Diwali. What IF my friends, family, television, newspapers, the shops, a government (or a dictator, God forbid) pressurise me to celebrate either of these?

    As we are learning from the media, too, soon they will be cancelling “Christmas”. You can’t say that at a Christmas market. You have to call it “Winter” something or other.

    On TV, while the BBC Christmas Sewing Bee* was a huge disaster, the Pottery Throwdown on ITV (correction: Channel 4) was styled as “Festive” rather than “Christmas”. And so on, and so forth.

    My family of origin did not celebrate Christmas. We celebrate Chinese New Year (CNY). When I first came to work in this country I was shocked that Christmas was such a “closed shop”.

    At CNY we visit friends and family. We invite people into our homes. We share food, lots of food, and red packets filled with real money, and merriment.

    My first Christmas in London? I was all on my own. Everyone had gone home to their families, criss-crossing the country, as Chris Rea sings, “Driving home for Christmas”.

    Why did even my best friends not invite me into their homes? Because I am not family.

    Fast forward many years. Our practice now is to invite as many people as would fit around our table if we know that they were going to be on their own for whatever good or bad reason.

    You see, as a family of three, we once sat down to a Christmas dinner on our own because the weather and illness had made it impossible to get to my husband’s family. We were miserable.

    Since then we have collected numerous refugees (mainly from Iraq), new migrants (South Africa), friends who had recently suffered bereavement and could not face Christmas in their own home, elderly and not-so-elderly people living on their own or as a couple, young families of three, friends of friends we had invited.

    Christmas is about our Christ Jesus coming to earth as a baby, Emmanuel (God becoming man). He grew up, went to the Cross to take away our sin (in the singular, because it means every single sin), and was resurrected, an event we commemorate on Easter Sunday. (Easter is not just about Easter eggs, by the way).

    No birth, no death, no forgiveness.
    No resurrection, no God.

    Christmas to me is not about the perfect-this or perfect-that. Honestly, one thing that still hurts is mother-in-law criticising my table, laden with food, “O! You haven’t got a centrepiece. I’ll get you one next year.” Proof: I am not the perfect daughter-in-law.

    I had worked so hard to get the food ready for everyone, and my reward was, “You haven’t got a centrepiece.”

    Even as a Christian, those words hurt me, and I cannot imagine how many hurtful words had been said over this last Christmas.

    But Christmas is precisely because we are, one and all, imperfect, sinful, and we had ‘hurt’ God (if you’d allow me to make a divine God sound like a human being). Christ came to make us “at one” with God when he later died to “at one” (atone) for that sin.

    So I can understand why so many people did not feel “the vibes”, “festive”, or even sad and depressed over Christmas. We need to understand what Christmas is all about. Imperfection.

    This song is one we loved singing when we went carolling in friends’ home on Christmas Eve: Christmas isn’t Christmas till it happens in your heart

    May your next Christmas be a truly happy one, and, as Bing Crosby so famously sang, may your Christmas day be “merry and bright”, even when they cannot all be white!

    *I really struggled with the Christmas Sewing Bee because some of the participants were using the name of “Jesus” as a swear word, most disrespectfully. Hello! The clue is in the name, “CHRISTmas”. Honestly, why did the producers not step in? Like many others, I switched off.

  • Blind like Chris (the guy off Strictly)

    Please wait. Need to go prepare the evening meal. Will be back later to say a bit more.

    It’s OK. I’m back. What a day!

    I’ve been working — gingerly — on a WordPress site in order to save website costs. I tried being clever. No, actually I thought I was just experimenting to see what happens and then BOOM! my website disappeared.

    I called support, who actually got back to me on the phone straightaway (!). It must be because lots of companies are already on their Christmas break, I dunno. Anyway, the die was cast, and the easiest thing to do was to go “live” this side of Christmas, rather than on the other side of New Year.

    (Would-be) customers can now see what I have ready to sell (in Etsy), and yes, please click through from Twitter/X if you can. This will save me paying the full whack on Etsy commission. Thanks.

    Have you also been similarly inspired by Chris McCausland in his Strictly victory? I didn’t want him to win on pity votes alone, but I think he has proven himself to be an excellent dancer. Is it “ableist” or anti-ableist — I get confused — to judge him according to the criteria of good “normal”, sighted dancing, and not on the basis that he cannot see?

    It takes me a long time to get ready in the morning. I do a squat and a lunge for every year of my life. Been doing this since I was about 55. That is a lot of squats (in three sets) and lunges (front, left and right; side, left and right) I need to get through! Inspired by Chris, I’ve been trying to do these with my eyes shut.

    Guess what? That is not easy to do. Balance became an issue, but that’s good, as at my age, maintaining good balance is an important asset. So, thank you, Chris.

    I clicked back to my “annual review” post from last year and was reminded that, by coincidence, I was writing about blind athletes playing “goalball”.

    While I was not blind to the fact that my website was costing me an arm and a leg every month, I had been burying my head in the sand, refusing to see how I should change. (Eyes, head, arm, leg, who’s counting?) Finally … finally I decided that the most logical way forward was to use Etsy as a selling platform, largely because I am not able to trade for at least three months a year, but I cannot stop paying for a website. On Etsy, I could pause trading and start up again when I am able to, and pay only the commission.

    Would this work in the long term? I have to suck it and see, as they say. Meanwhile the new WordPress site is cheaper to host and, importantly, it remains in view when I am on “vacation mode”.

    However, I am still trying to figure out how to link the words at the bottom of the page (Blog, About, FAQs, etc) to a proper page. So, please bear with me.

    Whatever happens, [see picture to complete the sentence].

    Husband’s medical condition is stable with a new whizzy treatment. Son now has a job which he is happy to get to every morning. I was diagnosed as pre-diabetic late in 2023, but through diet changes, have returned to a “pre-pre-diabetic” state.

    God has been good to us as individuals and as a family. And I pray the same for you and yours, too.

    Have a super Christmas and a truly much better year ahead!

    Update (2024-12-19): I think I’ve figured out how to re-jig the menu as header and footer. Yay! And I really quite enjoyed the learning process.