Monday, 16 January 2012

Raise your hand

If you asked a group of people to raise their hand if they had their dream job, I’m guessing less than half would do it.
Let’s be clear here. I don’t mean these people aren’t happy doing what they do or they don’t enjoy their day jobs. Maybe it’s the best job they’ve ever had.
No, I’m talking about whether they have their ultimate, one-in-a-million, wake up every day and pinch yourself kind of jobs.
Okay so this isn’t based on any kind of scientific research, call it anecdotal observation.
And this is so much more the case for creative people.
How many poets do you know who only write verses to pay the bills? What percentage of artists can afford to live off their canvas?
I don’t think it’s a high number. Otherwise where did the term ‘struggling artist’ come from?
This is where PoV magazine steps in. It’s a place where creatives everywhere – be they journalists, photographers or sketch artists – can get their stuff published without their bosses sticking their noses in.
It’s a quarterly free online magazine based on a different theme each time and the first issue is out now.
Take a look below, enjoy and if you’re a creative person with something you want the world to see, why not get involved?

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Some justice at last

This week brought justice at last when Gary Dobson and David Norris were finally convicted 18 years after killing teenager Stephen Lawrence.
A catalogue of failures in the original investigation made this a landmark case, exposing institutional racism within the Metropolitan police.
For me it was interesting that this case came to a head as I was reading ‘In the Place of Justice’ by Wilbert Rideau.
The book is a memoir of Rideau’s 44-year stint in one of America’s most violent prisons, Angola.
He ended up there after he killed a cashier during a botched bank robbery.
As a 19-year-old black man in 1960’s Louisiana – at a time of racial segregation, the Klu Klux Klan and mob rule – killing a white woman made him public enemy number one.
During his three trials Rideau was never allowed to give a defence against his crime, which was grossly embellished by the prosecution.
For example, they claimed he decapitated the bank cashier. This was not true.
What he did was terrible – after all he did take someone’s life. But while he always admitted his crime, his enemies continually made out he was a dangerous man who had set out to kill that day.
In reality he was a frightened teenager who did the unthinkable in a moment of panic.
The prosecution’s claim was later disproven but these stories – a result of anger and bigotry by the overwhelmingly white population meant Rideau served double the time for what he did.


After escaping the electric chair when the state introduced a moratorium on executions Rideau made it his life’s mission to try to put right his wrongs while inside.
He became the prison’s first black editor of its all-white newspaper The Angolite, winning a plethora of journalism awards for writing exposés on life behind bars.
But as those guilty of similar crimes were released he continued to lose countless appeals for clemency, despite having the support of corrections officials.
Even in the ‘90s Rideau came up against prejudice as politicians used his case to win votes from the white population.
Rideau was eventually freed in 2005 after a retrial found him guilty of manslaughter not murder.
Now I don’t think for one minute his case can be directly compared to that of Stephen Lawrence, who was killed in an unprovoked attack. He was the victim while Rideau’s actions put him where he was.
But I was struck by the power of racism to interfere with justice - keeping the guilty free and the reformed locked up.
As Doreen Lawrence said, this week’s verdict is not a cause for celebration.
This is a step in the right direction for the fight against racism in this country, but both here and in the US we still have a long way to go before we can stand up and say we are free from prejudice.