richard pierce

richard pierce

30 April 2019

A Letter to Labour on #Remain

Dear Labour Party NEC,

I am writing to you today about the meeting of Labour’s NEC to discuss Labour’s manifesto for the upcoming EU elections.

I was a member of the Labour Party until it became obvious that Labour was moving in the diametrically-opposed direction to the one we members wanted it to move in.

Labour has already become unelectable because it has not unequivocally backed Remain, because it has not committed to revoking Article 50. This is a betrayal of the working classes, and of the millions of young people, and millions of middle-aged and old people, who voted for Labour in 2017 because they believed Jeremy Corbyn's promise of a new politics, because they believed that Labour was a Remain party. The only way for Labour to become electable is for it to back Remain without question, without any weasly words which would allow Milne and Corbyn (and that order is chosen deliberately) to wriggle out of a minimum commitment to a People's Vote with Remain on the ballot paper.

The NEC must today back, as a minimum, a People's Vote on Brexit, a vote which MUST include Remain on the ballot paper. If it does not, then it is time for new leadership elections. And if that doesn't happen, then it is time for every Labour voter to support a Remain party, at the local elections, in the European elections, at the next General Election.

#RevokeArticle50 #remain

Yours,

Richard Pierce-Saunderson (aged 58)

27 April 2019

Without Prejudice - Vote Wisely, Vote Stradbroke Seven

We live in an age where lies and corruption are the new normal. Liars and lawbreakers are not brought to justice, and media outlets redistribute their lies as truth. This is called normalising, and history teaches us that this can only end badly. It is no exaggeration to say that we are entering another age of fascism, both on the right and left of politics.

I have never understood the pursuit of power for its own sake, have never understood why people would want to have power if they cannot and will not and never intend to use it to make life better for anyone but themselves. But here we are, where, on a national and a local level, people are trying to grab power purely for their own benefit and masquerading it as democracy.

It is for this reason that I am thankful that we in Stradbroke at least have a parish council which, for the first time in an age, is being run by honest people honestly for the benefit of the village. I therefore have no hesitation in recommending that you vote only for the seven sitting parish councillors in the elections on 2nd May 2019, these being Chris Edwards, Jeremy Fox, James Hargrave, Kamal Ivory, Maureen John, Velda Lummis, and Toni Wisbey. The fact these these seven are running on one platform speaks for itself; it is a sign of unity and unanimity, one which signals that their presence on the Parish Council is done in the true spirit of public service, with no regard for themselves.

Right now, the situation in Stradbroke is a microcosm of what we are seeing on a national level with Brexiters, where lies are being normalised, where those telling lies either believe they're telling the truth, or know they're telling lies and carry on regardless. This is why I am suggesting that you do not vote for any of the other 9 candidates on the ballot paper. This election is costing the village money, when the opportunity was there for these people to make themselves available for co-option onto the council over the last 15 months.

Here's a non-exclusive list of reasons not to vote for those nine people. Amongst them are:
  • people who say they adhere to the Nolan Principles when they do the exact opposite (their attempted bullying of me while I was on the council being such an action, and attempted bullying of current and past councillors);
  • someone with a criminal conviction for malicious communications;
  • trustees of a charitable trust whose accounts are over 50 days overdue (breaking charity law);
  • trustees of a charitable trust which is interfering in the current election by distributing a libellous and vexatious leaflet (but which the Charity Commission would do nothing about because it has bigger fish to fry);
  • non-signatories to a poison pen letter which was distributed in the village this time last year (the excuse for non-signature being that there was no room on the leaflet - LOL);
  • people who have previously resigned from the Parish Council and said they would never stand again;
  • people claiming to have had a significant role in the Neighbourhood Plan passed by a referendum and adopted by Mid-Suffolk but complaining that actions now being implemented from that plan are undemocratic;
  • people who want to knock down the primary school to make way for a supermarket and car park.
I could go on, but I won't. Let it just be said that I suspect I will once again be subjected to attempted bullying and to malicious rumours about my private life once this post has been published.

And this brings me full circle. We live in malevolent times, times when those telling lies will allow no investigation of their motives, nor reveal their hidden agendas, and claim they are standing for truth. Vote for the current seven parish councillors and for no-one else if you want a bright future for Stradbroke in these dark dark days.




17 March 2019

Saint Gertrude

She is startled by reflections
Her one eye doesn't understand,
By the light travelling along the wall,
The spectre of full sight eluding her.

In the dark, she sees figments
That aren't a part of her,
A distant rumble of verse
Throbbing in her empty socket.

On the bed, at dawn,
She paws her comfortable places
In search of more sleep,
Somewhere to rest her tired eye.

Outside, belly close to the frozen ground,
She searches for the sun in winter,
Shivers under the shining lustre of fur,
And sleeps by the open back door.

12 March 2019

Saint Theresa

I saw you coming out of church on Sunday
Clutching your handbag and husband
And leaning against the wind and the country
With a smile painted painfully on your empty face
Stiff amidst those who guard you
Reclining gladly into the car we pay for
With the millionaire who owns you.

I thought of what you have achieved:
Hostile environment,
The deaths of disabled,
State-sponsored terrorising of the poor,
Sparkling necklaces and leather trousers for yourself,
Poverty in deserted streets,
Tumbleweed in city centres,
The desertion of industry,
Legally-binding self-destruction,
Windrush.
A seemingly endless list of selfless deeds.

Your Christianity seems of the type
That led the Crusades’ massacres,
Looted world history for nationalism,
Colonised continents to subjugate,
Segregated colours and creeds,
Exterminated the Other,
And blessed guns for Hitler.
Such kindness is rare.

I saw you coming out of church
And couldn’t fathom your hypocrisy.

8 March 2019

#InternationalWomensDay

For all the women on this planet, this poem is the most popular that I've performed in public. Grab the equality you should have with both hands.

Numbers

Often,
You make yourself old before you are,
Hiding behind the invisibility the world
Creates for all women of a certain age.

Time is nothing.
Time doesn’t move.
We move through static time.

You could wear now
The clothes you wore when we first met.
You could wear now
The smile you wore when we first met,
And I looked up from some book or another,
Full of useless scribbles,
And you looked back, because I was there.

What has passed has passed.
It is not what makes us. These numbers
Are artificial measures of a time
We don’t have.

You could wear nothing
And I would love every mark
Of the time you have passed through.
You could wear leopard skin legs
And I would worship you
The way I do now, in the cloak of the banal.
Nothing changes inside us,
And time is outside.

Stop counting.
I have. I never started.