31/07/2017

'Where Do I Begin?'


Music discovery of the day...


Profusion - 'Where Do I Begin?'






Published on 20 Jun 2017

The title track from the debut studio album by Profusion (K15 and Emeson), available on First Word Records from Friday 9th June 2017.

This album is full to the brim with summery sun-soaked synths, drifting across the warmest of basslines and heavyweight beats. Emeson's rich vocals gracefully ride atop of K15's delectably bruk twist on neo-soul sonics and electronics; this is some seriously classy contemporary London soul music, that manages to incorporate flashes of various dance music techniques, sound-system etiquette and jazz-tinged rhythms. As future-thinking as it is subtly retrospective, it doesn't lend itself to one genre, it intentionally embodies the best of many. An array of everything that is great about British black music in 2017. The message the album conveys itself couldn’t have come at a more poignant time. Where do we begin?

Bandcamp: https://weareprofusion.bandcamp.com/a...
Spotify: http://sp.kud.li/fw160
iTunes: http://it.kud.li/fw160
Apple Music: http://am.kud.li/fw160

First Word: firstwordrecords.com
Socials: @FirstWordRecords @ProfusionMusic

Produced by Tiger Films (www.tigerfilms.co.uk)
Director/Editor – Ricky Kershaw
Producer – John Somerville
DOP – Carlos Buenaventura
Camera Assistant – James Dean
Colour Grade – Chris Matthews @ Lucky Cat Post Production


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Clash Music wrote in June:

Slumped hip-hop beats and a sense of digital soul...

Profusion is the connection between K15 and Emeson, two artists with distinctly different backgrounds.
Between them, the pair shape out a Venn diagram between g-funk, slumped hip-hop beats, and a sense of electronic soul.
New album 'Where Do I Begin?' is out now, and it promises to be the starting point on a fascinating journey. The duo explain:
“It’s a pleasure to colour the canvas with our thoughts and projections. We’d like to continue to create, influence and introduce our music to a wider realm.That’s pretty much Profusion.”
Clash is able to premiere the visuals for the title cut, and it beautifully offsets Profusion's gritty sense of Brutalist soul.
Informed by their surroundings, the pair nonetheless look beyond this, displaying a continually evolving sense of imagination.



Blue Moon


Erté or Romain de Tirtoff. 






Reading about art and astrology... Some my favourite topics! As is coming a full moon in Aquarius, my favourite sign with Pisces and my rising sign + Moon sign + South Node... It was also my father's Sun sign. 

And the sign of change, revolution, detours, truth, humanitarianism, fight for equality, coming of the unexpected, justice, humanity ... But Aquarians are also loners, sometimes, more able to love "the people" as a whole than a single lonely soul in real everyday life... 

No Commitment and self sacrifice are Aquarians' motto. 

But, with this "Blue Moon", as it is called by some, on August 7th, it seems to be time to let go of that and integrate the elements of Aquarius' opposite, Leo, in which the Sun is currently travelling... 
Leo = sunlight, joy, living from the heart, fire energy, self love, success, putting yourself out there...


29/07/2017

"We are all made of stars"


The Guardian's read of the day!
One of my favourite topics. Don't we all feel it that we belong to the whole.
The universe is oneness.
We are stardust!




This image shows M81 (bottom right) and M82 (upper left), a pair of nearby galaxies where “intergalactic transfer” may be happening. Gas ejected by supernova explosions in M82 can travel through space and eventually contribute to the growth of M81. Photograph: Fred Herrmann, 2014

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My favourite quote:

“In some sense we are extragalactic visitors or immigrants in what we think of as our galaxy.”

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We are all made of stars: half our bodies' atoms 'formed beyond the Milky Way'

Simulations reveal that up to half the material in our galaxy arrived from smaller galactic neighbours, as a result of powerful supernova explosions



Nearly half of the atoms that make up our bodies may have formed beyond the Milky Way and travelled to the solar system on intergalactic winds driven by giant exploding stars, astronomers claim.
The dramatic conclusion emerges from computer simulations that reveal how galaxies grow over aeons by absorbing huge amounts of material that is blasted out of neighbouring galaxies when stars explode at the end of their lives.
Powerful supernova explosions can fling trillions of tonnes of atoms into space with such ferocity that they escape their home galaxy’s gravitational pull and fall towards larger neighbours in enormous clouds that travel at hundreds of kilometres per second.
Astronomers have long known that elements forged in stars can travel from one galaxy to another, but the latest research is the first to reveal that up to half of the material in the Milky Way and similar-sized galaxies can arrive from smaller galactic neighbours.
Much of the hydrogen and helium that falls into galaxies forms new stars, while heavier elements, themselves created in stars and dispersed in the violent detonations, become the raw material for building comets and asteroids, planets and life.
“Science is very useful for finding our place in the universe,” said Daniel Anglés-Alcázar, an astronomer at Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. “In some sense we are extragalactic visitors or immigrants in what we think of as our galaxy.”
The researchers ran supercomputer simulations to watch what happened as galaxies evolved over billions of years. They noticed that as stars exploded in smaller galaxies, the blasts ejected clouds of elements that fell into neighbouring, larger galaxies. The Milky Way absorbs about one sun’s-worth of extragalactic material every year. 
“The surprising thing is that galactic winds contribute significantly more material than we thought,” said Anglés-Alcázar. “In terms of research in galaxy evolution, we’re very excited about these results. It’s a new mode of galaxy growth we’ve not considered before.” The simulations showed that elements carried on intergalactic winds could travel a million light years before settling in a new galaxy, according to a report in the Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society.
Claude-André Faucher-Giguère, another astronomer on the team, said that before their simulations, galaxies were thought to grow primarily by absorbing material left over from the big bang. “What we did not anticipate, and what’s the big surprise, is that about half of the atoms that end up in Milky Way-like galaxies come from other galaxies,” he said. “It gives us a sense of how we can come from very far corners of the universe.”
The scientists used computer models that created detailed 3D models of galaxies that they could watch evolve in a dramatically speeded-up form from the moment they were born to the present day. The animations can show whether stars in a galaxy formed from material already in the galaxy, or from huge clouds of gas that fell in from neighbouring galaxies.
The simulations show that more powerful intergalactic winds flow from bigger galaxies, because there are home to more exploding stars, but also because the material has to be moving faster to escape the galaxy’s gravitational pull. Plenty of material does not reach a high enough speed and simply falls back into the galaxy where the supernova occurred.
“Our origins are much less local than we thought,” said Faucher-Giguère. “This study gives us a sense of how things around us are connected to distant objects in the sky.”

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And watch here:






Young Fathers VS Scottish National Portrait Gallery


This tells so much... in such a intense form and capture of time, space, voice.
Made me shiver. Could share it a million times.

Life, history, life after death and devastation. Reborn, we can be. And will be. Sons and daughters of  those whose lives were declared meaningless enough to be used as tools. We carry their sufferance in our DNA, in our unspoken sadness, eternal, permanent, through and along with the light and joy we feel much stronger, for them to feel it too... through us.

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Young Fathers | Scottish National Portrait Gallery | Van Dyck: A Masterpiece for Everyone





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Words by Tim Brinkhurst & Kayus Bankole, spoken by Alloysious Massaquoi...
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Published on 27 Jul 2017

Music & concept by Young Fathers.
Additional footage by G Hastings.
Words by Tim Brinkhurst & Kayus Bankole, spoken by Alloysious Massaquoi.
Produced by Black Barn Media Ltd

Looking Good: the Male Gaze from Van Dyck to Lucian Freud
Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh
24th June – 1st October 2017
Scottish National Portrait Gallery in collaboration with the National Portrait Gallery

27/07/2017

'By Your Side'


..."When you're on the outside baby and you can't get in
I will show you you're so much better than you know
When you're lost and you're alone and you can't get back again
I will find you darling and I will bring you home"...


Sade - 'By Your Side'






"By Your Side"


You think I'd leave your side baby
You know me better than that
You think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees
I wouldn't do that
I'll tell you you're right when you want
Ha ah ah ah ah ah
And if only you could see into me

Oh, when you're cold
I'll be there
Hold you tight to me

When you're on the outside baby and you can't get in
I will show you you're so much better than you know
When you're lost and you're alone and you can't get back again
I will find you darling and I will bring you home

And if you want to cry
I am here to dry your eyes
And in no time
You'll be fine

You think I'd leave your side baby
You know me better than that
You think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees
I wouldn't do that
I'll tell you you're right when you want
Ha ah ah ah ah ah
And if only you could see into me

Oh when you're cold
I'll be there
Hold you tight to me
Oh when you're low
I'll be there
By your side baby

Oh when you're cold
I'll be there
Hold you tight to me
Oh when you're low
I'll be there
By your side baby



'No Ordinary Love'




Sade - 'No Ordinary Love' 

(Live in 2011)





Lyrics:



I gave you all the love I got
I gave you more than I could give
I gave you love
I gave you all that I have inside
And you took my love
You took my love 
Didn't I tell you
What I believe
Did somebody say that
A love like that won't last
Didn't I give you
All that I've got to give baby 

I gave you all the love I got
I gave you more than I could give
I gave you love
I gave you all that I have inside
And you took my love
You took my love 

I keep crying
I keep trying for you
There's nothing like you and I baby 

This is no ordinary love
No ordinary Love
This is no ordinary love
No ordinary Love 

When you came my way
You brightened every day
With your sweet smile 

Didn't I tell you
What I believe
Did somebody say that
A love like that won't last
Didn't I give you
All that I've got to give baby 

This is no ordinary love
No ordinary Love
This is no ordinary love
No ordinary Love 

I keep crying
I keep trying for you
There's nothing like you and I baby 

This is no ordinary love
No ordinary Love
This is no ordinary love
No ordinary Love 

Keep trying for you
Keep crying for you
Keep flying for you
Keep flying I'm falling 

I'm falling 

Keep trying for you
Keep crying for you
Keep flying for you
Keep flying for you I'm falling
I'm falling

26/07/2017

'Joy In Repetition'


What is lacking in our sad westernized world... Joy!!!
I'm in love right now.
Of course, on "repeat"!

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"Holding someone is truly believing there's joy in repetition."

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Keziah Jones - 'Joy In Repetition'

(Prince's cover)





Published on 7 Jul 2017

Keziah Jones "Joy In Repetition" - Prince Cover
Available now : http://smarturl.it/KeziahJonesJIR


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Original lyrics :) 
"Joy In Repetition"



He like to frequent this club down up on 36th
Pimps and thangs like 2 hang outside and cuss for kicks

Talking 2 no one in particular, they say "the baddest I am tonight"
4 letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite.
All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside
Live music from a band plays a song called "Soul Psychodelicide".
The song's a year long and had been playing 4 months when he
Walked into the place.

No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.
Up on the mic repeating 2 words, over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in the
Articulated manner in which she said them.
These 2 words, a little bit behind the beat.
I mean just enough 2 turn u on.
4 everytime she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.

Should he try 2 rap with her? Should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her, she didn't seem 2 care.
So over and over, she said the words til he could take no more, (no more)
He dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name
She only said the words again and it started to rain (rain, rain, rain)
2 words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing there's joy in repetition.

There's joy in repetition.
There's joy in repetition.
There's joy in repetition.
There's joy in repetition.
She said love me, love me, what she say?
She say love me, love me.
Joy, why don't u love me baby, joy, why can't u love me baby
Joy, come on and love me baby, joy in repetition
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy, all my wishes add up to one
Love me, joy, Love me, joy, Love me, joy
Love me, Love me, joy, joy, joy in repetition
Joy, joy in repetition,
Joy, joy (love me) in repetition,
Love me, love, joy, joy, joy in repetition
Joy, and I'm gonna say it again, joy, joy, and I'm gonna say it again,
Joy, I'd like 2 go way up high and say, Love me, joy
I'll say Love me, joy
Joy, joy in repetition, joy in repetition
There's joy in repetition



Sade... The 'Soldier of Love'


GREATNESS!


Sade - 'Soldier of Love'



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Published on 13 Jan 2010
Sade's official music video for 'Soldier Of Love'.


More from Sade
By Your Side: https://youtu.be/C8QJmI_V3j4
The Sweetest Taboo: https://youtu.be/kcPc18SG6uA
No Ordinary Love: https://youtu.be/_WcWHZc8s2I

Follow Sade
Website: http://www.sade.com/gb/home/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sadeofficial
Twitter: http://twitter.com/sadeofficial

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Lyrics: 


"Soldier Of Love"


I've lost the use of my heart 
But I'm still alive 
Still looking for the light 
And the endless pool on the other side
 
It's the wild wild west 
I'm doing my best 
I'm at the borderline of my faith 
I'm at the hinterland of my devotion 
I'm in the front line of this battle of mine 
But i'm still alive 

I'm a soldier of love 
Every day and night 
I'm a soldier of love 
All the days of my life 

I've been torn up inside 
I've been left behind 
Tall I ride 
I have the will to survive 
In the wild, wild west 
Trying my hardest 
Doing my best to stay alive 

I am love's soldier 
I wait for the sound 

I know that love will come 
I know that love will come 

Turn it all around 

I am lost but i don't doubt 
Tall I ride 
I have the will to survive 
I n the wild, wild west 
Trying my hardest 
Doing my best to stay alive 

I am love's soldier 
I wait for the sound 

I know that love will come 
I know that love will come 
Turn it all around 
I'm a soldier of love 
I'm a soldier 
Still wait for love to come 
Turn it all around 
I'm a soldier of love 
I'm a soldier


24/07/2017

"En dehors de la zone de confort" : Après la lecture



Quelques mots de lecteurs...


Ce livre est merveilleux, il reflète tellement bien toute cette mouvance... J'ai 43 ans, j'ai vu de nombreuses fois Massive, Portishead, Tricky, un énorme pan de ma vie. Je pense que je le relirai encore très souvent, quelle immersion!
 - Christophe P.


En lecture captivante sur les origines de la tendance musicale la plus innovante de ces 30 dernières années où comment la connexion entre une ville et ses habitants fabrique une culture propre en dehors de la zone de confort. Bristol a été désignée European Green Capital en 2015, on y parle 91 langues et la culture est très présente. Merci Papa Noël pour me permettre de découvrir comment Massive Attack, Banksy et Tricky ont été influencés par leur ville.
 - Jérémie M.


"Je terminé ce matin la lecture d'un bouquin sur un mec (Robert Del Naja) un groupe (Massive Attack) et une scène (Bristol : Banksy Tricky TopleyBird Portishead). Qui est absolument genial tant il recoupe avec intelligence et finesse les problématiques de la création artistique et de l'engagement politique motivé par le questionnement de l'histoire.  Ca s'appelle En dehors de la Zone de confort de Mélissa Chemam."
 - Véronique S.


"...Vraiment encore bravo pour ce livre épatant. J'ai appris une foultitude de choses !"
 - Samuel K.


"L'aventure Bristolienne revit au fil des pages avec en toile de fond l'omniprésence de 3D. Bravo pour ce travail rigoureux qui place toute la sphère de créativité qui gravite autour de Massive Attack dans l'histoire de l'art contemporaine. Et ce n'est pas fini..."
 - T. 

"L’essai musical de l’année s'appelle 'En dehors de la zone de confort'. Il s’agit là d’en encourager sa jeune auteur, Melissa Chemam, parce qu’elle représente "une enfant de Pierre Barouh", cette jeune génération de Français(es) qui partent à l’étranger pour découvrir de nouveaux horizons, en capter les énergies et revenir en France pour raconter ce qu’ils ont vu. Tout à coup, ils ont deux pôles pour magnétiser leur vie, ils marchent sur deux jambes, ils peuvent comparer les sensations de là-bas et d’ici, ils voient là-bas des choses que les locaux ne peuvent pas voir ici. En tombant à la FNAC sur l’essai de Melissa traitant des enfants prodiges de Bristol (Massive Attack, Portishead, Banksy), je croyais découvrir la traduction d’un livre anglais en français. Vu le sujet, c’était déjà inespéré. Mais non, Melissa Chemam était bien une des nôtres partie là-bas pour faire son enquête. Depuis, nous nous sommes rencontrés, et à chaque minute de notre conversation, la pertinence de son champ d’investigation me semblait un peu plus frappante. En réécoutant Massive Attack de 1991 à 2016, peut-être que la chose vous deviendra aussi obsédante que pour moi depuis un mois et la lecture de cet essai. Pas eu une telle épiphanie depuis "L’intuition Jorge Ben" à Recife en 2002, celle qui a provoqué l'aventure Oba Oba Oba avec Pierre. Et la boucle est bouclée."
 - Benjamin R.





Présentation :


Qu’ont en commun le Pont suspendu d’Isambart Brunel, l’acteur Cary Grant, le groupe Massive Attack, le plasticien Damian Hirst et l’artiste de rue Banksy ? Ils sont tous originaires de Bristol, une ville moyenne de l’ouest de l’Angleterre. Une ville marquée par une histoire riche et complexe, mais encore jamais racontée !

Marquée par une fortune précoce liée à l’ouverture de l’Angleterre vers l’Amérique, elle devient aussi un des points névralgiques du commerce triangulaire. C’est justement cette histoire qui va nourrir, de manière inédite et radicale, la génération d’artistes éclose à Bristol à partir de la fin des années 1970. Post-punk et reggae se rencontrent autour de groupes comme Black Roots, le Pop Group puis The Wild Bunch.

Tout prend forme lorsque qu’un jeune graffeur anglo-italien du nom de Robert Del Naja signe du pseudonyme de 3D sa première œuvre de rue sur un mur de la ville en 1983. Avant de fonder le groupe Massive Attack en 1988 avec les DJs Grantley Marshall et Andrew Vowles, il rencontrera sur sa route les pionniers du post-punk de Londres et Bristol, les passionnées de reggae antillais du quartier de Saint Pauls, puis la chanteuse Neneh Cherry et le rappeur Tricky. Creuset inattendu mêlant hip-hop, reggae, soul et guitares rebelles, le premier album de Massive Attack, Blue Lines, sort en 1991 et provoque une révolution dans la culture populaire britannique. Massive Attack devient l’incarnation du succès d’un métissage à la britannique, et parviendra à toujours se renouveler, tenter de nouvelles révolutions et durer au-delà de nombreux mouvements musicaux des années 1990 et 2000, telles la Brit Pop, l’electronica et le drum and bass.

Dans le sillage de cette créativité débridée mêlant musique, art et implication sociale profonde, naissent aussi les groupes Portishead et Roni Size, les mouvements nommés trip-hop et dubstep, et le génial Banksy, inspiré dès son plus jeune âge par les graffitis de Robert Del Naja. Depuis, la profondeur artistique de ces artistes et leur engagement n’ont fait que se renforcer, tout comme leur lien avec leur ville. Ce lien va devenir le tremplin qui les porte jusqu’à l’autre bout du monde, de l’Amérique à Gaza. Il pousse aussi très tôt Robert Del Naja à se mobiliser – contre la guerre d’Irak, pour les droits des Palestiniens ou plus récemment pour l’accueil des réfugiés jetés sur les routes européennes. Rébellion, art, musique, engagement, Bristol synthétise ainsi une autre histoire du Royaume-Uni. Une histoire qui amène au sommet des charts et sur le devant de la scène de parfaits autodidactes et la part plurielle et afro-antillaise de la culture britannique.

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23/07/2017

From Giles Duley to PJ Harvey


Listening to this interview:
In 'Sunday Morning With...' on BBC Scotland:
After becoming disillusioned with the celebrity scene, Giles Duley turned his back on rock and fashion photography and turned his skill towards capturing the plight of those affected by war and poverty. However, while working in Afghanistan in 2011, Giles' life changed forever when he stood on a landmine. He lost both his lower legs and his left arm. He talks to Ricky about his life and his latest collection of refugee photographs, 'I Can Only Tell You What My Eyes See'.
Listen here:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b08wn2zq


Ending on that choice of song:

PJ Harvey - 'A Place Called Home'




A song I love deeply from an album that is very special to me (Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea).

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Lyrics, as always:



"A Place Called Home"

One day
I know
We'll find
A place of hope
Just hold on to me
Just hold on to me
Walk tight
One line
You're wanted
This time
There's no-one to blame
Just hold on to me

And I'm right on time
And the birds keep singing
And you're right on line
And the bells keep ringing
 come on my love
And the battle is won
And the planes keep winging
And I'm right on time
And the girl keeps singing

I walk
I wade
Through full lands
And lonely
I stumble
I stumble
With you
I wait
To be born
Again
With love comes the day
Just hold on to me

Now is the time to follow through, to read the signs
Now the message is sent, let's bring it to it's final end

One-day-I-know-there'll-be-a-place-for-us.



Bedouine - "Solitary Daughter"



Real woman's talk....

"I don’t need your company to feel saved"...


Bedouine - "Solitary Daughter"






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Lyrics:

with the conviction of the woman you made me i find blades of grass from the island you lent me i find on every floor, in every drawer though i’m not an island i’m a body of water jeweled in the evening - a solitary daughter if picked at by noon, by midnight i’m ruined leave me alone to the books & the radio snow leave me alone to the charcoal & the dancing shadow if each blade of grass was meant here for me split apart, sliced, and wedged in for me who’s going to treat it? i’m not going to need it leave me alone to the books & the radio snow leave me alone to the charcoal & dancing shadow i am a lake, don’t need to be watered i am an ocean, i don’t need to barter i play with the moon, my only friend it pushes it pulls me i don’t pay the rent i don’t need the walls to bury my grave i don’t need your company to feel saved i don’t need the sunlight, my curtains don’t draw i don’t need objects to keep or to pawn i don’t want your pity, concern, or your scorn i’m calm by my lonesome i feel right at home and when the wind blows, i get to dancing my fun is the rhythm of air when it’s prancing i play with the moon, my only friend… leave me alone to the books & the radio snow leave me alone to the charcoal & dancing shadow



20/07/2017

"Protest and persist: why giving up hope is not an option", Rebecca Solnit


This article from March 2017 was posted again today by a Festival I follow.

Couldn't come at a better time.

As a women, as a daughter of immigrants, as a journalist working on post-conflict, social change and fights for equality, as an author of a book named Out Of The Comfort Zone... I couldn't agree more.

Enjoy.

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Protest and persist: why giving up hope is not an option

The true impact of activism may not be felt for a generation. That alone is reason to fight, rather than surrender to despair 
Monday 13 March 2017 - The Guardian

Link: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/mar/13/protest-persist-hope-trump-activism-anti-nuclear-movement?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other




Last month, Daniel Ellsberg and Edward Snowden had a public conversation about democracy, transparency, whistleblowing and more. In the course of it, Snowden – who was of course Skyping in from Moscow – said that without Ellsberg’s example he would not have done what he did to expose the extent to which the NSA was spying on millions of ordinary people. It was an extraordinary declaration. It meant that the consequences of Ellsberg’s release of the top-secret Pentagon Papers in 1971 were not limited to the impact on a presidency and a war in the 1970s. The consequences were not limited to people alive at that moment. His act was to have an impact on people decades later – Snowden was born 12 years after Ellsberg risked his future for the sake of his principles. Actions often ripple far beyond their immediate objective, and remembering this is reason to live by principle and act in hope that what you do matters, even when results are unlikely to be immediate or obvious.

The most important effects are often the most indirect. I sometimes wonder when I’m at a mass march like the Women’s March a month ago whether the reason it matters is because some unknown young person is going to find her purpose in life that will only be evident to the rest of us when she changes the world in 20 years, when she becomes a great liberator.
I began talking about hope in 2003, in the bleak days after the war in Iraq was launched. Fourteen years later, I use the term hope because it navigates a way forward between the false certainties of optimism and of pessimism, and the complacency or passivity that goes with both. Optimism assumes that all will go well without our effort; pessimism assumes it’s all irredeemable; both let us stay home and do nothing. Hope for me has meant a sense that the future is unpredictable, and that we don’t actually know what will happen, but know we may be able write it ourselves. 

Hope is a belief that what we do might matter, an understanding that the future is not yet written. It’s informed, astute open-mindedness about what can happen and what role we may play in it. Hope looks forward, but it draws its energies from the past, from knowing histories, including our victories, and their complexities and imperfections. It means not being the perfect that is the enemy of the good, not snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, not assuming you know what will happen when the future is unwritten, and part of what happens is up to us. 

We are complex creatures. Hope and anguish can coexist within us and in our movements and analyses. There’s a scene in the new movie about James Baldwin, I Am Not Your Negro, in which Robert Kennedy predicts, in 1968, that in 40 years there will be a black president. It’s an astonishing prophecy since four decades later Barack Obama wins the presidential election, but Baldwin jeers at it because the way Kennedy has presented it does not acknowledge that even the most magnificent pie in the sky might comfort white people who don’t like racism but doesn’t wash away the pain and indignation of black people suffering that racism in the here and now. Patrisse Cullors, one of the founders of Black Lives Matter, early on described the movement’s mission as “rooted in grief and rage but pointed towards vision and dreams”. The vision of a better future doesn’t have to deny the crimes and sufferings of the present; it matters because of that horror. 

I have been moved and thrilled and amazed by the strength, breadth, depth and generosity of the resistance to the Trump administration and its agenda. I did not anticipate anything so bold, so pervasive, something that would include state governments, many government employees from governors and mayors to workers in many federal departments, small towns in red states, new organizations like the 6,000 chapters of Indivisible reportedly formed since the election, new and fortified immigrant-rights groups, religious groups, one of the biggest demonstrations in American history with the Women’s March on 21 January, and so much more.

Optimism assumes all will go well without our effort; pessimism assumes it’s all irredeemable; both let us do nothing

I’ve also been worried about whether it will endure. Newcomers often think that results are either immediate or they’re nonexistent. That if you don’t succeed straight away, you failed. Such a framework makes many give up and go back home when the momentum is building and victories are within reach. This is a dangerous mistake I’ve seen over and over. What follows is the defense of a complex calculus of change, instead of the simple arithmetic of short-term cause and effect. 

There’s a bookstore I love in Manhattan, the Housing Works bookshop, which I’ve gone to for years for a bite to eat and a superb selection of used books. Last October my friend Gavin Browning, who works at Columbia University but volunteers with Housing Works, reminded me what the name means. Housing Works is a spinoff of Act Up, the Aids Coalition to Unleash Power, founded at the height of the Aids crisis, to push for access to experimental drugs, bring awareness to the direness of the epidemic, and not go gentle into that bad night of premature death. 

What did Act Up do? The group of furious, fierce activists, many of them dangerously ill and dying, changed how we think about Aids. They pushed to speed up drug trials, deal with the many symptoms and complications of Aids together, pushed on policy, education, outreach, funding. They taught people with Aids and their allies in other countries how to fight the drug companies for affordable access to what they needed. And win.

Browning recently wrote: “At the start of the 1990s, New York City had less than 350 units of housing set aside for an estimated 13,000 homeless individuals living with HIV/Aids. In response, four members of the Act Up housing committee founded Housing Works in 1990.” They still quietly provide a broad array of services, including housing, to HIV-positive people 27 years later. All I saw was a bookstore; I missed a lot. Act Up’s work is not over, in any sense. 

For many groups, movements and uprisings, there are spinoffs, daughters, domino effects, chain reactions, new models and examples and templates and toolboxes that emerge from the experiments, and every round of activism is an experiment whose results can be applied to other situations. To be hopeful, we need not only to embrace uncertainty but to be willing to know that the consequences may be immeasurable, may still be unfolding, may be as indirect as poor people on other continents getting access to medicine because activists in the USA stood up and refused to accept things as they were. Think of hope as a banner woven from those gossamer threads, from a sense of the interconnectedness of all things, of the lasting effect of the best actions, not only the worst. Of an indivisible world in which everything matters. 

An old woman said at the outset of Occupy Wall Street “we’re fighting for a society in which everyone is important”, the most beautifully concise summary of what a compassionately radical, deeply democratic movement might aim to do. Occupy Wall Street was mocked and described as chaotic and ineffectual in its first weeks, and then when it spread nationwide and beyond, as failing or failed, by pundits who had simple metrics of what success should look like. The original occupation in lower Manhattan was broken up in November 2011, but many of the encampments inspired by it lasted far longer.

Occupy launched a movement against student debt and opportunistic for-profit colleges; it shed light on the pain and brutality of the financial collapse and the American debt-peonage system. It called out economic inequality in a new way. California passed a homeowner’s bill of rights to push back at predatory lenders; a housing defense movement arose in the wake of Occupy that, house by house, protected many vulnerable homeowners. Each Occupy had its own engagement with local government and its own projects; a year ago people involved with local Occupies told me the thriving offshoots still make a difference. Occupy persists, but you have to learn to recognize the myriad forms in which it does so, none of which look much like Occupy Wall Street as a crowd in a square in lower Manhattan. 

Similarly, I think it’s a mistake to regard the gathering of tribes and activists at Standing Rock, North Dakota, as something we can measure by whether or not it defeats a pipeline. You could go past that to note that merely delaying completion beyond 1 January cost the investors a fortune, and that the tremendous movement that has generated widespread divestment and a lot of scrutiny of hitherto invisible corporations and environmental destruction makes building pipelines look like a riskier, potentially less profitable business. 
Standing Rock was vaster than these practical things. At its height it was almost certainly the biggest political gathering of Native North Americans ever seen, said to be the first time all seven bands of the Lakota had come together since they defeated Custer at Little Bighorn in 1876, one that made an often-invisible tribe visible around the world. What unfolded there seemed as though it might not undo one pipeline but write a radical new chapter to a history of more than 500 years of colonial brutality, centuries of loss, dehumanization and dispossession. Thousands of veterans came to defend the encampment and help prevent the pipeline. In one momentous ceremony, many of the former soldiers knelt down to apologize and ask forgiveness for the US army’s long role in oppressing Native Americans. Like the Native American occupation of Alcatraz Island at the end of the 1960s, Standing Rock has been a catalyst for a sense of power, pride, destiny. It is an affirmation of solidarity and interconnection, an education for people who didn’t know much about native rights and wrongs, an affirmation for Native people who often remember history in passionate detail. It is a confirmation of the deep ties between the climate movement and indigenous rights that has played a huge role in stopping pipelines in and from Canada. It has inspired and informed young people who may have half a century or more of good work yet to do. It has been a beacon whose meaning stretches beyond that time and place.

To know history is to be able to see beyond the present, to remember the past gives you capacity to look forward as well, it’s to see that everything changes and the most dramatic changes are often the most unforeseen. I want to go into one part of our history at greater length to explore these questions about consequences that go beyond simple cause and effect.

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The 1970s anti-nuclear movement was a potent force in its time, now seldom remembered, though its influence is still with us. In her important new book Direct Action: Protest and the Reinvention of American Radicalism, LA Kauffman reports that the first significant action against nuclear power, in 1976, was inspired by an extraordinary protest the previous year in West Germany, which had forced the government to abandon plans to build a nuclear reactor. A group that called itself the Clamshell Alliance arose to oppose building a nuclear power plant in New Hampshire. Despite creative tactics, great movement building, and extensive media coverage against the Seabrook nuclear power plant in New Hampshire, the activists did not stop the plant.

They did inspire a sister organization, the Abalone Alliance in central California, which used similar strategies to try to stop the Diablo Canyon nuclear power plant. The groups protested against two particular nuclear power plants; those two plants opened anyway. 
You can call that a failure, but Kauffman notes that it inspired people around the country to organize their own anti-nuclear groups, a movement that brought about the cancellation of more than 100 planned nuclear projects over several years and raised public awareness and changed public opinion about nuclear power. Then she gets into the really exciting part, writing that the Clamshell Alliance’s “most striking legacy was in consolidating and promoting what became the dominant model for large-scale direct-action organizing for the next 40 years. It was picked up by … the Pledge of Resistance, a nationwide network of groups organized against US policy in Central America” in the 1980s. 

“Hundreds more employed it that fall in a civil disobedience action to protest the supreme court’s anti-gay Bowers vs Hardwick sodomy decision,” Kauffman continues. “The Aids activist group Act Up used a version of this model when it organized bold takeovers of the headquarters of the Food and Drug Administration in 1988 and the National Institutes of Health in 1990, to pressure both institution to take swifter action toward approving experimental Aids medication.” And on into the current millennium. But what were the strategies and organizing principles they catalyzed?

The short answer is non-violent direct action, externally, and consensus decision-making process, internally. The former has a history that reaches around the world, the latter that stretches back to the early history of European dissidents in North America. That is, non-violence is a strategy articulated by Mohandas Gandhi, first used by residents of Indian descent to protest against discrimination in South Africa on 11 September 1906. The young lawyer’s sense of possibility and power was expanded immediately afterward when he traveled to London to pursue his cause. Three days after he arrived, British women battling for the right to vote occupied the British parliament, and 11 were arrested, refused to pay their fines, and were sent to prison. They made a deep impression on Gandhi.

He wrote about them in a piece titled “Deeds Better than Words” quoting Jane Cobden, the sister of one of the arrestees, who said, “I shall never obey any law in the making of which I have had no hand; I will not accept the authority of the court executing those laws …” Gandhi declared: “Today the whole country is laughing at them, and they have only a few people on their side. But undaunted, these women work on steadfast in their cause. They are bound to succeed and gain the franchise …” And he saw that if they could win, so could the Indian citizens in British Africa fighting for their rights. In the same article (in 1906!) he prophesied: “When the time comes, India’s bonds will snap of themselves.” Ideas are contagious, emotions are contagious, hope is contagious, courage is contagious. When we embody those qualities, or their opposites, we convey them to others. 


You do what you can. What you’ve done may do more than you can imagine for generations to come

That is to say, British suffragists, who won limited access to the vote for women in 1918, full access in 1928, played a part in inspiring an Indian man who 20 years later led the liberation of the Asian subcontinent from British rule. He, in turn, inspired a black man in the American south to study his ideas and their application. After a 1959 pilgrimage to India to meet with Gandhi’s heirs, Martin Luther King wrote: “While the Montgomery boycott was going on, India’s Gandhi was the guiding light of our technique of non-violent social change. We spoke of him often.” Those techniques, further developed by the civil rights movement, were taken up around the world, including in the struggle against apartheid at one end of the African continent and to the Arab spring at the other. 

Participation in the civil rights movement of the early 1960s shaped many lives. One of them is John Lewis, one of the first Freedom Riders, a young leader of the lunch counter sit-ins, a victim of a brutal beating that broke his skull on the Selma march. Lewis was one of the boldest in questioning Trump’s legitimacy and he led dozens of other Democratic members of Congress in boycotting the inauguration. When the attack on Muslim refugees and immigrants began a week after Trump’s inauguration, he showed up at the Atlanta airport. 

That’s a lot to take in. But let me put it this way. When those women were arrested in parliament, they were fighting for the right of British women to vote. They succeeded in liberating themselves. But they also passed along tactics, spirit and defiance. You can trace a lineage backward to the anti-slavery movement that inspired the American women’s suffrage movement, forward right up to John Lewis standing up for refugees and Muslims in the Atlanta airport this year. We are carried along by the heroines and heroes who came before and opened the doors of possibility and imagination.

My partner likes to quote a line of Michel Foucault: “People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don’t know is what what they do does.” You do what you can. What you’ve done may do more than you can imagine for generations to come. You plant a seed and a tree grows from it; will there be fruit, shade, habitat for birds, more seeds, a forest, wood to build a cradle or a house? You don’t know. A tree can live much longer than you. So will an idea, and sometimes the changes that result from accepting that new idea about what is true, right, just remake the world. You do what you can do; you do your best; what what you do does is not up to you.

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That’s a way to remember the legacy of the external practice of non-violent civil disobedience used by the anti-nuclear movement of the 1970s, as with the civil rights movement of the 1960s, which did so much to expand and refine the techniques.

As for the internal process: in Direct Action, Kauffman addresses the Clamshell Alliance’s influences, quoting a participant named Ynestra King who said: “Certain forms that had been learned from feminism were just naturally introduced into the situation and a certain ethos of respect, which was reinforced by the Quaker tradition.” Suki Rice and Elizabeth Boardman, early participants in the Clamshell Alliance, as Kauffman relates, were influenced by the Quakers, and they brought the Quaker practice of consensus decision-making to the new group: “The idea was to ensure that no one’s voice was silenced, that there was no division between leaders and followers.” The Quakers have been since the 17th century radical dissidents who opposed war, hierarchical structures and much else. An organizer named Joanne Sheehan said, “while non-violence training, doing actions in small groups, and agreeing to a set of non-violence guidelines were not new, it was new to blend them in combination with a commitment to consensus decision-making and a non-hierarchical structure.” They were making a way of operating and organizing that spread throughout the progressive activist world. 

There are terrible stories about how diseases like Aids jump species and mutate. There are also ideas and tactics that jump communities and mutate, to our benefit. There is an evil term, collateral damage, for the people who die unintentionally: the civilians, non-participants, etc. Maybe what I am proposing here is an idea of collateral benefit. 

Ideas are contagious, hope is contagious, courage is contagious. When we embody those qualities we convey them to others


What we call democracy is often a majority rule that leaves the minority, even 49.9% of the people – or more if it’s a three-way vote – out in the cold. Consensus leaves no one out. After Clamshell, it jumped into radical politics and reshaped them, making them more generously inclusive and egalitarian. And it’s been honed and refined and used by nearly every movement I’ve been a part of or witnessed, from the anti-nuclear actions at the Nevada test site in the 1980s and 1990s to the organization of the shutdown of the World Trade Organization in late 1999, a victory against neoliberalism that changed the fate of the world, to Occupy Wall Street in 2011 and after. 

So what did the Clamshell Alliance achieve? Everything but its putative goal. Tools to change the world, over and over. There are crimes against humanity, crimes against nature, and other forms of destruction that we need to stop as rapidly as possible, and the endeavors to do so are under way. They are informed by these earlier activists, equipped with the tools they developed. But the efforts against these things can have a longer legacy, if we learn to recognize collateral benefits and indirect effects.

If you are a member of civil society, if you demonstrate and call your representatives and donate to human rights campaigns, you will see politicians and judges and the powerful take or be given credit for the changes you effected, sometimes after resisting and opposing them. You will have to believe in your own power and impact anyway. You will have to keep in mind that many of our greatest victories are what doesn’t happen: what isn’t built or destroyed, deregulated or legitimized, passed into law or tolerated in the culture. Things disappear because of our efforts and we forget they were there, which is a way to forget we tried and won.

Even losing can be part of the process: as the bills to abolish slavery in the British empire failed over and over again, the ideas behind them spread, until 27 years after the first bill was introduced, a version finally passed. You will have to remember that the media usually likes to tell simple, direct stories in which if a court rules or an elective body passes a law, that action reflects the actors’ own beneficence or insight or evolution. They will seldom go further to explore how that perspective was shaped by the nameless and unsung, by the people whose actions built up a new world or worldview the way that innumerable corals build a reef.

The only power adequate to stop the Trump administration is civil society, which is the great majority of us when we remember our power and come together. And even if we remember, even if we exert all the pressure we’re capable of, even if the administration collapses immediately, or the president resigns or is impeached or melts into a puddle of corruption, our work will only have begun.

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That job begins with opposing the Trump administration but will not end until we have made deep systemic changes and recommitted ourselves, not just as a revolution, because revolutions don’t last, but as a civil society with values of equality, democracy, inclusion, full participation, a radical e pluribus unum plus compassion. As has often been noted, the Republican revolution that allowed them to take over so many state houses and take power far beyond their numbers came partly from corporate cash, but partly from the willingness to do the slow, plodding, patient work of building and maintaining power from the ground up and being in it for the long run. And partly from telling stories that, though often deeply distorting the facts and forces at play, were compelling. This work is always, first and last, storytelling work, or what some of my friends call “the battle of the story”. Building, remembering, retelling, celebrating our own stories is part of our work. 

I want to see this glorious resistance have a long game, one that includes re-enfranchising the many millions, perhaps tens of millions of people of color, poor people, and students disenfranchised by many means: the Crosscheck program, voter ID laws that proceed from the falsehood that voter fraud is a serious problem that affects election outcomes, the laws taking voting rights in most states from those convicted of felonies. I am encouraged to see many idealistic activists bent on reforming the Democratic party, and a new level of participation inside and outside electoral politics. Reports say that the offices of elected officials are swamped with calls and emails as never before. 

This will only matter if it’s sustained. To sustain it, people have to believe that the myriad small, incremental actions matter. That they matter even when the consequences aren’t immediate or obvious. They must remember that often when you fail at your immediate objective – to block a nominee or a pipeline or to pass a bill – that even then you may have changed the whole framework in ways that make broader change inevitable. You may change the story or the rules, give tools, templates or encouragement to future activists, and make it possible for those around you to persist in their efforts. 

To believe it matters – well, we can’t see the future. We have the past. Which gives us patterns, models, parallels, principles and resources, and stories of heroism, brilliance, persistence, and the deep joy to be found in doing the work that matters. With those in our pockets, we can seize the possibilities and begin to make hopes into actualities.

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