The train is chugging at half mast - almost afraid of what is ahead. It gives me time to reflect on a question thats been bugging me for months.
How come Scotland didn't riot?
A question asked by some of my English friends involved in riots and occupy London - an yet again this morning:
I would trot out the usual: Divided and weak solidarity among working class - long way away from westminster, centuries of domination internally and externally, land ownership by few, competition for crumbs by many etc. public space dominated by vested interests - stacked against us etc- to increasingly puzzled expressions and that look - which says 'you are a region of our country - you are us- the same - we don't understand you scots; what is wrong with you? where's your fight?
What is wrong with us? has, after so long this empire night - the fight gone oot o us?
Well maybe not - the difference between westminster and hurricane Bawbag - is that Westminster and all sophisticated powers of global domination towering over us - invades and occupies and destroys cultures using the old tricks of mystery Babylon - divide and conquer, creation of dependancy and erasure of memory of particular peoples, localities and geographies - to wear the nations down into fearful submission like sheep. The storm invades too, and rips up the ground and geography but at least we can see it feel it hear it - and if anything it recovers our MEMORY.
The land does not forget us - if we forget the land and it's seasons and rhythms and stories of our fore parents - it bites us up the arse: ouch! then we remember
Enough to be shocked a bit and fight it - shout at it - laugh at - and a wee taste of a half rememberd community of language and land and it's God given purpose to stand up to bullies and not be afraid of the whispering threats or be fooled by the velvet glove drenched in electric light of false angels with their ssssmooth voices and lying sssspirits that stroke and charm us from political and media heaven above. Nay - instead awaken us from our tombs of sleep and mourning - to courage and comic resistance and boldness - to surprise us and the world.
Hah! no - the fight hasnae gone oot o us
But just let the ancient alien evil of empire hidden under the righteous cloaks of media and globalised power - that power which has terrorised man since earliest history - disclose itself in these last times - in it's arrogance come just close enough to the sleepy auld scots - maybe it thinks, to put its scaly bejewelled royal foot over our neck in final triumph - close enough to where we can just see the whites of its torpid sneering eyes, feel its breath on our neck and the beating of its black heart
At the right time ...
we will remember - and then we will not only fight
But in our own land - the auld land of loss and sorrow and vanquish - In the sight of all -
In solidarity with a vanquished world and its vanquished creator
we will at last take it down Hah!! So lads and lassies from the south - we're with you, just sharpening oor axes (;-)
