This two page article was first published twelve years ago, and is more relevant today than it ever was. It appeared in the February 1997 issue of Pipeline, a magazine produced from within Brixton Prison. At the time I was on remand and facing a maximum ten year gaol sentence, and in the event of my conviction I doubt I would have received a day less, and that over nothing.
How I ended up there was a long, intensely painful story for me, so I will spare the reader the fine detail. Suffice it to say, it began with an allegation of benefit fraud by one of my political enemies, Gerry Gable. This allegation was totally unfounded - unfounded allegations being Gable’s forte - and at the end of the day I was acquitted of all charges, but even if that hadn’t been the case, the sums involved were trifling, certainly in comparison with the pension recently bestowed on Sir Fred Goodwin for wrecking a major British bank.
The Benefits Agency spent tens of thousands of pounds to deny me my pittance including hiring a specialist barrister to oppose my Judicial Review, then the powers-that-be spent hundreds of thousands trying to destroy me over an (admittedly foolish) off-the-cuff remark in an eleven page document which the police dismissed as a pack of lies, without making the slightest investigation of the claims therein.
But the greatest irony of these sham proceedings was that the person responsible for my then predicament was a spiteful, hate-filled, sadistic, semi-literate little tart employed by the Benefits Agency as a snoop, a woman surely no private sector employer would give the time of day.
I was acquitted of all charges on May 1, 1997, but as is often the case, the persecution and harassment continued in ways which are beyond the scope of this short dissertation.
On remand in Brixton Prison and indeed in my journey through life I have met countless people who like myself have been held down by this repressive system. My circumstances - as everyone’s - are unique. For me, a combination of a youthful (long since tamed) addiction, bad luck and bad health, including physical injury, has conspired to keep me at the bottom of the heap. And that without the political harassment and pillage from just plain crooks who have targeted me on the way.
Difficult though it is to believe, I am one of the lucky ones. As I write these words, people the length and breadth of the country, in Britain, the United States, and indeed around the world, are suffering the consequences of this folly: redundancy, bankruptcy, homes repossessed and worse, yet in recent weeks we have seen hundreds of billions of dollars conjured up out of thin air to prop up the corrupt, debt-based money system. They can find money for bankers as easily as they can find money for war, and this sad situation will continue until our political masters have the courage to do what is necessary, to take the power of credit creation and control out of the hands of anonymous, unaccountable bankers, and place it where it belongs, in the hands of the state where credit will become the servant of the people rather than its master, and where instead of paying billions to service an irredeemable debt, the Money Power will be used to generate a Basic Income for all, irrespective of socio-economic status, or of any other factor.
The other, major proposal in this article, the total decriminalisation of recreational drugs, may appear every bit as radical to the untrained mind as the institution of Basic Income, but this is yet another example of how the vast majority of people in the West and throughout the world have been brainwashed by corrupt media, and vested interests masquerading as concerned citizens acting for the public good.
May 1, 2009
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