MIKE COWLEY welcomes half a century of remarkable work, that begins before the Greens and invites a connection to — and not a division from — nature
There are some words and phrases in the English language, rich, vibrant and spectacularly convoluted as it is, whose meaning can oscillate wildly depending on the context in which they are delivered.
On the face of it they can appear wholly innocuous, and in most circumstances they are.
“Trust me, I’m a doctor,” for example. If you are stuck in a car wreck or stretched out on an operating table those words are full of reassurance and exude professionalism. If, however, you happen to be manacled to a cellar wall and the individual in question has just laid out an array of sharp implements with ne’er an anaesthesiologist in sight…

Twelve months into Labour’s landslide sees non-violent protesters face proscription for opposing genocide and working people, the sick and the elderly having fear beaten into them daily in the name of profit, writes MATT KERR

