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Why we've got every right to be annoyed
Protest without the ability to cause safe and temporary disruption is not real protest at all
Why we've got every right to be annoyed
JOHN GREEN relishes photography that unfolds a longstanding and poetic relationship with Leeds
A uncomfortably misogynistic authorial voice that sometimes seems to lack insight troubles FIONA O’CONNOR
MARY CONWAY is disappointed by a production that panders – if inadvertently – to Western prejudice against China
JOHN GREEN is fascinated by a history that excavates the enormous role played by agricultural workers in recent times
ALEX HALL recommends a book that places empirical evidence at the heart of understanding racism
A recognition that individually we are powerless both politically and socially is essential, writes GORDON PARSONS
IF PATEL’S Police, Crime, Sentencing and Courts Bill banning “annoying demonstrations” had come into force in 1976, I’d surely have gone to jail by now, given the amount of gigs I’ve done on the backs of slow-moving or stationary lorries, hastily erected stages or quite simply in the middle of the road.
This Bill, now law, is an attack on our basic human rights. There won’t be real protest at all but state-sanctioned, sanitised cosmetics.
It is a pre-local election sop to the servile, cap-doffing gerontocracy which is England — not Britain — in 2021. It is “protecting” inert bits of stone and flags while ignoring living, breathing women, ethnic minorities, the poor, the vulnerable and, above all, the young.
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