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Ambiguously sent to war?

Now where was I? Oh yes, the sexual ambiguities in Sassoon’s poem The Kiss (see previous blog). So to continue Pat Barker’s conversation between army psychologist W.H.R. Rivers and his patient, Captain Manning:

“‘And of course it’s crawling with sexual ambiguities. But then I think it’s too easy to see that as a matter of personal … I don’t know what. The fact is the army’s attitude to the bayonet is pretty bloody ambiguous. You read the training manuals and they’re all going on about importance of close combat. Fair enough, but you get the impression there’s a value in it which is independent of whether it gains the objective or not. It’s proper war. Manly war. Not all this nonsense about machine-guns and shrapnel. And it’s reflected in the training. I mean, it’s one long stream of sexual innuendo. Stick him in the gooleys. No more little Fritzes. If Sassoon had used language like that, he’d never have been published.’ Manning stopped abruptly. ‘You know I think I’ve lost the thread. No, that’s it, I was trying … I was trying to be honest and think whether I hated bayonet practice more because … because the body that the sack represents is one that I … Come on, Rivers. Nice psychological term?’

“‘Love.’

“‘I don’t know what the answer is. I don’t think so. We all hate it. I’ve no way of knowing whether I hate it more, because we don’t talk about it. It’s just a bloody awful job, and we get on and do it. I mean, you split enormous parts of yourself off, anyway.’

“‘Is that what you did?’

“‘I suppose so.’ For a moment it seemed he was about to go on, then he shook his head.

“When he was sure there’d be no more, Rivers said, ‘You know we are going to have to talk about the war, Charles.’

“‘I do talk about it.’

“Silence.

“‘I just don’t see what good it would do to churn everything up. I know what the theory is.’ He looked down at his hands. ‘My son Robert, when he was little … he used to enjoy being bathed. And then quite suddenly he turned against it. He used to go stiff and scream blue murder every time his nurse tried to put him in. And it turned out he’d been watching the water go down the plughole and he obviously thought he might go down with it. Everybody told him not to be stupid.’ Manning smiled. ‘I must say it struck me as an eminently reasonable fear.’

“Rivers smiled. ‘I won’t let you go down the plughole.’”

The divided self?

Pat Barker’s First World War trilogy continues to come up with interesting stuff for this centenary year.  Like this, from The Eye in the Door. Psychologist Rivers asks a patient, Captain Manning (no, not Captain Mainwaring!), what he thinks of “the strict Freudian view of war neurosis”. This is apparently the view that the all-male environment of war, with its high emotional intensity, plus the experience of battle, arouses suppressed “homosexual and sadistic impulses” and that “in vulnerable men, this leads to breakdown.” Manning replies:

“‘Is that what you believe?’

“Rivers shook his head. ‘I want to know what you think.’

“‘I don’t know what makes other people break down. I don’t think sex had much to do with my breakdown.’ A slight smile. ‘But then I’m not a repressed homosexual.’”

Rivers presses him for an answer. Manning replies:

“‘I’m just trying to think. Do you know Sassoon’s poem The Kiss?’

“‘The one about the bayonet. Yes.’

“‘I think that’s the strongest poem he’s ever written. You know, I’ve never served with him so I don’t know this from personal experience, but I’ve talked a lot to Robert Graves and he says the extent to which Sassoon contrives to be two totally different people at the Front is absolutely amazing. You know he’s a tremendously successful and bloodthirsty platoon commander, and yet at the same time, back in billets, out comes the notebook. Another anti-war poem. And the poem uses the experience of the platoon commander, but it never uses any of his attitudes. And yet for once, in that one poem, he gets both versions of himself in.’

“‘And of course it’s crawling with sexual ambiguities …’”

Well, more of the sexual ambiguities later. But for now here’s the poem itself:

“To these I turn, in these I trust –

Brother Lead and Sister Steel.

To his blind power I make appeal,

I guard her beauty clean from rust.

He spins and burns and loves the air,

And splits a skull to win my praise;

But up the nobly marching days

She glitters naked, cold and fair.

Sweet Sister, grant your soldier this:

That in good fury he may feel

The body where he sets his heel

Quail from your downward darting kiss.[1]

I’m not absolutely sure to what extent “he gets both versions of himself in” here. But there it is.


[1] Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems, Faber & Faber, London (1983), p. 29. Sassoon explains the poem’s imagery: “A famous Scotch Major (Campbell) came and lectured on the bayonet. ‘The bayonet and the bullet are brother and sister,’ he said.”

Flora’s story II

You may remember Flora (I told her story in a previous blog: https://bobmouncerblog.wordpress.com/2013/11/27/floras-story/ )

Flora was recently refused the right to another appeal because she couldn’t pay the application fee of £587. She was then arrested and is now in Yarl’s Wood Detention Centre. However, her friends managed to raise the money to pay for the application and so her solicitor was able to lodge it a few days ago. Nevertheless, today (29/1/2014) the UK Border Agency attempted to deport her. The deportation failed, but I don’t yet know the reason for the failure. Whatever the details, we are relieved she is still here.

But she should not be in detention. She has done nothing wrong. She has an appeal duly lodged with the Immigration Appeals Tribunal. Will you please sign the following petition to Home Secretary Theresa May, demanding her release.

https://www.change.org/petitions/theresa-may-secretary-of-state-release-wanyu-flora-yennyuy-from-detention

 

 

“Of the homogenic persuasion”

A nice quote here from Pat Barker’s The Eye in the Door. Time: First World War. The context is about spying on, and fitting up, supporters of the anti-war movement. When he hears someone describe Edward Carpenter as being “of the homogenic persuasion”, Prior is immediately reminded of Major Lode, who

“had once told Prior in, of all places, the Café Royal, ‘This country is being brought to its knees. Not by Germany’ – here he’d thumped the table so hard that plates and cutlery had leapt into the air – ‘NOT BY GERMANY, but by an unholy alliance of socialists, sodomites and shop stewards.’ Prior had felt scarcely able to comment, never having been a shop steward.”

Those were definitely not the days.

A lovely war resisted

This week begins a major assault on our senses by the BBC as it begins its World War One Centenary programmes. “It is”, writes Adrian Van Klaveren, the “controller” of the series,

“the most ambitious season we have ever mounted – running for four years across television, radio and online and across national, international and local services. There are already well over 100 specially commissioned new programmes and, in total over the next four years, we expect there to be around 2,500 hours of output related to the centenary.”

Faced with this enormous threat, I began to think of Siegfried Sassoon, the poet famous for his declaration against the war.

Siegfried Sassoon’s declaration against the First World War[1] was not a pacifist statement. He had willingly entered the war because he believed it to be “a war of defiance and liberation”. Moreover, he was decorated during the fighting, receiving the Military Cross (MC) for

“conspicuous gallantry during a raid on the enemy’s trenches. He remained for one and a half hours under rifle and bomb fire collecting and bringing in our wounded. Owing to his courage and determination, all the killed and wounded were brought in.”[2]

But he eventually declared against the war because, he said, it was “being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it”. It had become “a war of aggression and conquest”, prolonged “for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust”. In this he is clearly descended from Williams in Henry V, who insisted that a war had to be a just cause if it was to be supported. An ordinary soldier in the trenches of Agincourt, Williams was unaware that he was speaking to the king himself when he warned:

“But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle shall join together at the latter day, and cry all, ‘We died at such a place’ – some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it …”

Sassoon’s declaration also pointed forward to the next century, when a prime minister would go to war on the basis of non-existent weapons of mass destruction. Said Sassoon:

“I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.”

His strong anti-war position can be seen in his amendments to the poem Anthem for Doomed Youth, by Wilfred Owen, a fellow patient in the Craiglockhart War Hospital in 1917. The amendments are in Sassoon’s handwriting on Owen’s manuscript and Pat Barker reconstructs the scene between them in her novel Regeneration:

“‘What minute-bells for these who die so fast? Only the monstrous/solemn anger of our guns’

“‘I thought “passing” bells’, Owen said.

“‘Hm. Though if you lose “minute” you realize how weak “fast” is. “Only the monstrous anger …”’

“ ‘Solemn?’

“‘Only the solemn anger of our guns. Owen, for God’s sake, this is War Office propaganda.’

“‘No, it’s not.’

“‘Read that line.’

“Owen read. ‘Well, it certainly isn’t meant to be.’

“‘I suppose what you’ve got to decide is who are “these”? The British dead? Because if they’re British, then our guns is …’

“Owen shook his head. ‘All the dead.’

“‘Let’s start there.’ Sassoon crossed out ‘our’ and pencilled in ‘the’. ‘You’re sure that’s what you want? It isn’t a minor change.’

“‘No, I know. If it’s “the”, it’s got to be “monstrous”.’

“‘Agreed.’ Sassoon crossed out ‘solemn’. So:

“‘What passing-bells for these who die … so fast? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.’

“‘Well, there’s nothing wrong with the second line.’

“‘In herds’?”

“‘Better.’”

Here is the finished poem:

“What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.”

(The Poems of Wilfred Owen, Chatto & Windus, London (2008), p. 76)

Yet Sassoon went back to the war. Had he changed his mind about it? W.H.R. Rivers, the hospital psychologist, seems to have told the Board considering his future that he had indeed changed his mind. The chair of the Board was Colonel Balfour Graham:

“Balfour Graham said, ‘This is the young man who believes the war is being fought for the wrong reasons, and that we should explore Germany’s offer of a negotiated peace. Do you think – ’

“‘Those were his views’, Rivers said, ‘while he was still suffering from exhaustion and the after-effects of a shoulder wound. Fortunately a brother officer intervened and he was sent here. Really no more was required than a brief period of rest and reflection. He now feels very strongly that it’s his duty to go back.’”[3]

But Sassoon told the Board he hadn’t changed his views at all:

“Major Huntley [a member of the Board] leaned forward. ‘Rivers tells us you’ve changed your mind about the war. Is that right?’

“A startled glance. ‘No, sir.’

“Balfour Graham and Huntley looked at each other.

“‘You haven’t changed your views?’ Balfour Graham asked.

“‘No, sir.’ Sassoon’s gaze was fixed unwaveringly on Rivers. ‘I believe exactly what I believed in July. Only if possible more strongly.’”[4]

So why did he go back? It looks as if  he felt a strong duty of solidarity with his comrades and guilt at not fulfilling it. He was in the comfort and security of the hospital, while they were in the dirt, stench and merciless danger of the trenches This is what he seems to express in his poem Sick Leave:

“When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,–
They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead.
While the dim charging breakers of the storm
Bellow and drone and rumble overhead,
Out of the gloom they gather about my bed.
They whisper to my heart; their thoughts are mine.
‘Why are you here with all your watches ended?
From Ypres to Frise we sought you in the Line.’
In bitter safety I awake, unfriended;
And while the dawn begins with slashing rain
I think of the Battalion in the mud.
‘When are you going out to them again?
Are they not still your brothers through our blood?’”[5]

So “out to them again” he went. And he survived. Owen was killed in battle a few days before the armistice. Both struggled with ideas of war, peace, duty, solidarity. And they did what they thought was right.

As for me, I agree with Seumas Milne that the First World War was “an imperial bloodbath … not a noble cause” (see http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/jan/08/first-world-war-imperial-bloodbath-warning-noble-cause?CMP=twt_gu ) I have opposed all our recent wars from Vietnam onwards. And I don’t look forward to the triumphalist accounts of the First World War that will mark this centenary. For the various justifications of it offered today will not only sanitise the history but will wrap themselves around the recent wars. Support one, support all, we will be told. I don’t support any of them.

Sassoon’s declaration can be read here: https://bobmouncerblog.wordpress.com/2014/01/03/the-first-world-war-a-soldiers-declaration/


[1] Finished with the War: a Soldier’s Declaration, quoted in Barker, P. (1992), Regeneration, Penguin Books, London, p. 3.

[2] Citation on Sassoon’s ribbon, quoted in Barker, P. (1992), Regeneration, Penguin Books, London, p. 8.

[3] Barker, P. (1992), Regeneration, Penguin Books, London, p. 245.

[4] Barker, P. (1992), Regeneration, Penguin Books, London, p. 246.

[5] Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems, Faber & Faber, London, p. 94.

Whatever the rise, it ain’t enough

The Guardian tells us that George Osborne is calling for an above-inflation increase in the minimum wage to £7 an hour. This is to take place in two stages, one in October 2014, one in October 2015. Presumably that means that if we fail to vote Conservative in 2015, we will have only ourselves to blame if we find ourselves still on low pay. Other politicians are jumping around trying to respond. Labour’s shadow Chief Secretary to the Treasury says that Ed Miliband and Ed Balls thought of it first. Vince Cable claims he thought of it first. The things they all do to get votes.

Juggle, juggle, juggle. Or should I say smoke and mirrors? Of course the minimum wage should be higher – much higher than £7. But who knows what any of the parties will really do after the next election – on anything, but perhaps especially on this.

Others are being predictable: Mark Littlewood, the director general of the Institute of Economic Affairs, said: “Increasing the minimum wage is a triumph of political aspiration over economic reality”; and the CBI says that a rise to £7 would be “unaffordable”. I doubt it. For it to be suggested at all probably means it is, in their terms, “affordable”, and the bluster is just a knee-jerk reaction. Mandy Rice-Davies should be living at this hour!

Talking of aspiration, I am reminded of a friend who works in what he calls “the bowels of the capitalist system”, the World Financial Center in New York. We were sitting in the restaurant of the Metropolitan Museum 18 months ago and he explained his philosophy to me. It seems that to pay everybody a decent wage can only lead to inflation. In fact, low pay is A Good Thing: not only does it keep inflation down, it is actually good for the low paid. Because it gives them aspirations to higher things, training, education, better jobs where the pay is higher, and they might not have those aspirations otherwise. So don’t give them a living wage now – they just won’t benefit from it. It is, my friend said, in accordance with human nature. So I suppose this means that low pay is beneficial to society.

My friend in New York is a Christian, and I later remembered that Jesus said, “The poor you always have with you.” Capitalist Christians think that means you can’t do anything to finally get rid of poverty. More radical Christians think they ought to do something about poverty, and they also quote the Bible.

George and David, Ed and Ed, and Uncle Vince Cable and all, are not quoting the Bible, and we can at least be thankful for that. What they are doing, though, is making promises. None of us should be thankful for that.

By the way, the Living Wage Foundation last year proposed a living wage rate per hour of £8.55 in London and £7.45 outside London.

Will somebody talk to them please?

Here’s the Guardian article:

http://www.theguardian.com/society/2014/jan/16/george-osborne-backs-minimum-wage-rise?CMP=EMCSOCEML657

Cruel and inhuman – the British way

Foreign, elderly, frail and suffering from dementia? The Home Office, and its privatised “detention estate”, has the solution for you: handcuffs.

According to today’s Guardian, chief inspector of prisons Nick Hardwick says that the regime at Harmondsworth immigration detention centre (IDC) is guilty of a “shocking loss of humanity” in their treatment of detainees. On at least two occasions staff

“needlessly handcuffed elderly, vulnerable and incapacitated detainees in what he called “an excessive and shocking manner”. He said that the two men were so ill that one died shortly after his handcuffs were removed and the other, the 84-year-old, who has been named as Alois Dvorzac, died while still restrained.”

The first man remained handcuffed in hospital while sedated and undergoing an operation. Mr Dvorzac died while still in handcuffs. They were taken off only after his heart had stopped.

Handcuffing happens regularly because of “a lack of intelligent individual risk assessment”. In fact it looks like the default position when even a detainee classified as “low-risk” has to be escorted outside the centre, e.g. to hospital. (“Low-risk”, by the way, means “not likely to try to escape”.) Hardwick gives the example of a case where “a detainee who was using a wheelchair following a stroke had been handcuffed on a journey to hospital for no obvious reason”.

I note that the Home Office professional standards unit has completed a critical investigation report into this particular case.

I also note that the prisons and probation ombudsman is investigating Mr Dvorzac’s death.

I note that immigration minister Mark Harper says: “The use of restraint in this case seems completely unjustified and must not be repeated. Clear instructions have been issued making clear that restraint should only happen where absolutely necessary.”

But I take little comfort from these “investigations” or from this statement. Indeed, I almost despair, because the abuse has been going on for far too long, investigations and pious ministerial press releases have consumed large tracts of forest land, but on and on it goes. In my research into the treatment of asylum seekers in the UK and France I wrote the following:

“Since the mid-1990s there have been protests by detainees against their detention, their conditions and the treatment they have received. At Campsfield House in 2001, detainees went on hunger strike, complaining that they were being treated like prisoners when they had done nothing wrong. Much of Yarl’s Wood IRC was destroyed by fire in 2002 during protests, partly over the handcuffing of a female detainee on her way to medical treatment. Protests, hunger strikes, even riots continue to take place across the ‘detention estate’: BID’s written evidence to the Parliamentary Joint Committee (BID = Bail for Immigration Detainees) reported that

‘there has been an increasing incidence of hunger strikes in the detention centres. In BID’s experience, prior to 2006, there would be one or two hunger strikes a year in one or two detention centres. Since January 2006, there have been hunger strikes in Colnbrook, Haslar and Yarl’s Wood. In April 2006, 100 people were involved in a hunger strike in Colnbrook and in July and August 2006, the parents of children held at Yarl’s Wood undertook a hunger strike.’

“Self-harm and suicide are also responses to detention. BID told the Joint Committee  that

‘in April 2006, 187 people were kept under surveillance in case they harmed themselves; 19 of those people required medical treatment. From April 2005 to March 2006, 231 people self-harmed and needed medical treatment; 1,086 were put on self-harm watch. Suicide verdicts have been recorded for two people in immigration detention and a further five inquests are to be heard into deaths over the last two years in detention centres.’

“The National Coalition of Anti-Deportation Campaigns (NCADC)[1] obtained figures under the Freedom of Information Act 2000 which told them that

‘there were 48 incidents of Self-Harm requiring medical treatment in Jan/Feb/Mar 2008 [and] this is an increase of 54% on the last quarter of 2007 … during which time there were 31 incidents … 361 individuals were put on Formal Self-Harm at Risk in Jan/Feb/Mar 2008, a 28% increase on the last quarter of 2007 … during which time there were 282 incidents.’

“Such responses to detention for deportation is not surprising. Asylum seekers’ fears of returning to their home countries are real. When asked if he thought he would be deported, S1 said simply:

‘No … if one day I knew they going to send me back I will kill myself [gesture across throat] before they send me back … [I know] when I go back I get shoot very easy … I don’t want to be like that again.’[2]

“Some detainees self-harm or attempt suicide when being deported. Security guards showed the BBC’s undercover reporter in the escort service at Heathrow airport an album of photographs of the inside of a van covered in a detainee’s blood. In the light of the Home Office’s presumptions of guilt, the poor decision-making at all levels and the lack of interest in monitoring returns, there can be no confidence that the decision to refuse and return is necessarily a safe one. In these circumstances, an assumption of risk may be better than an assumption of guilt. Indeed, if assumptions of guilt and the focus on immigration control were abandoned and, instead, Refugee Convention and human rights obligations were put at the forefront of the asylum process, with improvements made in decision-making to match those changes, the practice of detention for removal would be rarely needed. Certainly, a fairer process at the outset would mean fewer people at the final stage who were fearful of return. If the process is unfair and prejudicial from the start, however, the outcome will continue to be resistance at the end.”

I have started a petition to the Home Secretary. Please sign it:

http://www.change.org/en-GB/petitions/rt-hon-theresa-may-home-secretary-stop-the-inhumane-treatment-of-elderly-frail-and-sick-detainees-at-harmondsworth-immigration-detention-centre

Read the Guardian article here: http://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2014/jan/16/harmondsworth-elderly-man-died-handcuffs?CMP=EMCNEWEML6619I2


[1] NCADC is a voluntary organisation, which provides practical help and advice to people facing deportation on how to launch and run anti-deportation campaigns.

[2] Research interview, 24 July 2006.

Targets, incentives and the right to asylum

Read this paragraph from today’s Guardian:

“Home Office officials are being rewarded with shopping vouchers for helping to ensure failed asylum seekers lose their attempt to stay in the country, new documents reveal. Official guidance obtained by the Guardian shows that immigration staff have been set a target of winning 70% of tribunal cases in which asylum seekers are appealing against government decisions that they should leave the UK. These officers are also incentivised by Home Office reward schemes involving gift vouchers, cash bonuses and extra holidays, according to information received under freedom of information laws.”

Targets, then. So whatever happened to the constant Home Office mantra, “All asylum cases are dealt with on their merits”? Nothing, is the answer – because that was never the way the asylum system worked, and this investigation confirms what many of us have been saying for a long time.

And incentives? To be clear:

“Asked what rewards were given to presenting officers and case owners in the fields of asylum and immigration, the department confirmed high-street vouchers for £25 or £50 were handed out to ‘recognise positive performance over a short period of time’, including when officers ‘exceed their casework targets for a month’.”

Those of you who remember my neighbour Moh will wonder if his caseworker had “exceeded his or her casework targets for a month” when Moh was deported after 12 years in the UK. “Terribly inefficient, of course, to take so long, but let’s not quibble, Mr Jones, you’re the one who got there in the end. Here’s a £50 shopping voucher and some extra holiday time. Keep up the good work.”

Such schemes will increase the number of asylum seekers fitted up by their caseworkers. The following is taken from my PhD research, finished in 2010. FS3 is the codename I gave an Iranian refugee I interviewed. The quotes are from the official transcript of his interview and from the caseworker’s official letter refusing asylum. The  letter sought to discredit FS3’s account of the experiences which led him to flee Iran. None of that letter stands up to scrutiny, but I simply mention here the passages referring to FS3’s detention in Iran. First, the caseworker writes:

“You say that whilst in detention, you were beaten, kicked, and ‘a crazy person’ burnt you with a cigarette. It is unclear whether the crazy person was a member of the security forces, or another detainee.”

It is perfectly clear in FS3’s account that the “crazy person” was a member of the security forces. FS3 is telling a story of abuse by the authorities in the detention centre. It is clear that when he claimed that he had been “beaten up, kicked” and that “my face was swollen, with blood pouring out of my nose”[1] he was accusing the staff at the centre. When he claimed that he heard “the cry of others who were being tortured in other rooms”[2] and that he “could hear the cry and begging of other prisoners”[3] he meant they were being tortured by the guards. When he said, “At the end a crazy person came and put his cigarette out on my hand”,[4] the culprit was clearly a guard, not “another detainee”.

Secondly, the caseworker writes[5]:

“When I asked you how often you were beaten Q36 , initially you were unable to say, then you responded ‘4-5 hours’, during which [you] sustained a bloody nose, and eye.”

The impression given is of a man who was uncertain of the story he wanted to tell, finally inventing an implausible four- to five-hour beating, from which he emerged with no more than “a bloody nose, and eye”. However, virtually none of the interviewer’s account is true. FS3 was perfectly able to answer question 36, and he did so immediately and appropriately – but it was not the question the caseworker claimed it to be:

“Q36:  Could you tell me how you were beaten?

A:  Some of them punched me and some kicked me. My nose was bleeding and my eye. At the end a crazy person came and put his cigarette out on my hand …”[6]

FS3 then replied immediately to question 37, which did ask how often he had been beaten. However, he did not claim to have been beaten for four or five hours but to have been beaten four or five times:

“Q37:  Could you tell me how often you were beaten?

A:  I did not know from the day to the night. I would say about four or five times but I don’t know if it was day or night.”[7]

FS3 was refused asylum in the first instance on the basis of the caseworker’s inaccurate account of this and other aspects of his asylum claim, but he was eventually given leave to remain on appeal. Yet the inaccuracies in the caseworker’s account were still not noticed by the court. But, luckily for FS3, leave to remain was granted on other grounds.

These fit-ups seem bound to increase if targets and incentives remain part of the picture. The office of the UN High Commissioner for Refugees has guidance for caseworkers. It contains this interesting paragraph:

“… while the burden of proof in principle rests on the applicant, the duty to ascertain and evaluate all the relevant facts is shared between the applicant and the examiner. Indeed, in some cases, it may be for the examiner to use all the means at his disposal to produce the necessary evidence in support of the application.”

Fat chance of that if targets, shopping vouchers and extra holidays rule the day.

The full Guardian article can be read here:

http://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2014/jan/14/home-office-asylum-seekers-gift-vouchers?CMP=EMCNEWEML6619I2


[1] FS3’s first witness statement, para. 4.

[2] Ibid.

[3] Asylum interview transcript, answer to question 36.

[4] Ibid.

[5] “Reasons for Refusal” letter, 2001, para. 6.

[6] Asylum interview transcript, 2001.

[7] Ibid.

Snooker, concluded

Well, not concluded actually. But concluded for me because I go back to Hull tomorrow.

And this afternoon, in spite of my support, Judd Trump lost to Marco Fu. I got the impression that Judd’s “naughty snooker” has become less “naughty”, less spontaneous, less dangerous. Marco played a good, disciplined, consistent “straight” kind of game. And it was great. It works for him, and he won. It may not work for Judd. His spontaneity, and risk-taking, his flashiness, seemed to work. I suspect he gets talked to about the necessary “maturing” of his game, where “maturing” has a strong component of “growing up” in its meaning. This is a bit of a theme in snooker, I think. Marco was introduced today by a number of people who paid tribute to him, but I was slightly worried by one of them who seemed to be saying his game will go fine now because “he’s married now, he’s settled down.”

Maybe. But to Judd I sort of want to say, Don’t lose your spontaneity, or the unpredictability and danger in your game. Keep a bit of flashy.

One of the nice things John Virgo had to say about Marco today as part of the introduction was that “he always has time for everybody. And he never says no if someone wants an autograph.” As I left the auditorium this afternoon he was proving John Virgo right: there he was, surrounded by a great crowd holding autograph books, programmes and pieces of paper, and he seemed completely unable to say no to any of them.

Ally Pally, snooker and fast and slow food

I played in Alexandra Park (as in children’s play, not snooker) when I was nine. When I was a bit older I went roller skating there. Nobody came to watch, it was too embarrassing! But hundreds have come this week to watch the Masters snooker.

I always watch snooker on TV but this is the first time I have been to a tournament. Perhaps it’s the Ally Pally connection. And some libido, of course – there always is.

In which case I couldn’t have had a better start this afternoon: Mark Selby versus  Mark Davis. Selby won – I nearly said “of course”, but it was in fact a close thing. Davis fought back in the last couple of frames, to the last frame in fact. Selby did one of his typical humorous jousts with the audience, offering his cue to a heckler after he missed a shot. Much laughter, much clapping, and then he went on to win. So I was happy. No one as sharp, stylish, skilled and just all-round nice as he is should lose – especially as it would have sent this particular admirer miserable into the drizzly rain of North London.

Tomorrow afternoon it’s Judd Trump, playing what he calls “naughty snooker”, in his clever, dangerous and electrifyingly sexy way. More of him tomorrow. He will be playing the  quiet, calm, methodical, dignified Marco Fu from Hong Kong. Good luck to both of them. My money is on Judd, though.

Who do I want to see in the final? At the moment, Mark Selby and the great courageous character Ronnie O’Sullivan. Let’s see.

And the  fast and slow food?  Don’t ask. Nothing but hot dogs at lunchtime. And in the evening in the bar a 30-minute wait for food after you order. That meant, at 6.15, that it was too late to order if you wanted to eat and get into the evening session on time. The reason for all this: cutting staffing costs probably. Capitalism knows how to spoil our pleasures,  even as it provides them.