Saturday, 18 June 2022

My World Café

Riversmeet will be publishing My World Café - by David Wilson, with illustrations by Laura Davis


Here is  their first blog about it.

It is a stew of food stories, memories and recipes from around the world, ranging from popcorn to borscht, apple strudel to burritos, baklava to teriyaki. Each chapter includes a brief history of the food, a personal memory and a recipe. I am delighted that it is a collaboration with the artist,  Laura Davis, who will be illustrating the book.


Here is an excerpt from the chapter on “Strozzapretti”:


Originating in Perugia, strozzapreti is hand-rolled pasta which roughly translates as ‘priest-strangler’. One explanation is that gluttonous priests so loved the pasta that they ate it too quickly and choked themselves. Another explanation is that women offered the pasta to churchmen as payment for land rents. Their husbands were so angered by venal priests eating their wives’ food that they wished the priests would choke on it. The most likely reason to me is that it was common practice for priests to visit parishioners’ homes after Sunday Mass and when the hosts tired of his visit, they would serve this ‘rough’ pasta to let him know that he had overstayed his welcome. 


My World Café is my second book. Left FieldThe Memoir of a Lifelong Activist was published by Unbound in 2016.David has lived a life and a half. The broken world needed people like David; it still does.” —Sir Tom Stoppard  “This is an excellent and inspiring book. David is an adventurer and a freethinker, who did something truly useful with his life.” —Brian Eno




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Sunday, 12 June 2022

Living with Shadows


Living with Shadows by Merilyn Moos

I am delighted that Socialist History Journal are publishing my review of this book

On the cover of this book is a photo of Ossip Zadkine’s statue in Rotterdam called The Destroyed City. Merilyn’s parents took her to see it as a ten-year-old child. She was never quite sure why they had crossed a stormy sea and walked through a rainy city to reach it, but it showed “screaming defiance against those who had torn out its heart”. To her, it also appeared to be holding up an invisible world. These are two determining factors in the author’s own life: defiance and the struggle to build a better world.

Merilyn Moos has spent her life haunted by shadows. “Not,” she writes, “B-movie ghosts in gothic hallways, but something emanating a sense of death.”

A distant relative of Albert Einstein and daughter of German refugees, she was born into a home of secrecy and paranoia. Her parents had lived under Nazism and Stalinism. Her father, Siegi, was a member of the Red Front and was a leading figure in anti-fascist agit-prop. He witnessed sailors declaring a Soviet on the steps of Munich Town Hall in 1918. After the Reichstag fire, he escaped the Gestapo by walking across Germany. 

Her mother, Lotte, followed her Irish communist lover to the USSR and felt guilty that she may have contributed to his death. He was sent to Spain at the time of the Civil War there. In a postcard she wrote to him, she praised the leftist, anti-Stalinist POUM. He was kidnapped, sent back for ‘trial’ in the Soviet Union, accused of Trotskyism and died in the gulags. She never stopped mourning him, or blaming herself, for what she had innocently written.

Her parents arrived separately in the UK where, in 1940, Lotte was incarcerated in Holloway Prison as a German spy.

Merilyn’s parents were burdened with regret and guilt. Her mother shut her bedroom door and found refuge in writing plays and poems, while her father expressed himself with painting.

This short memoir is a penetrating and personal reflection on her early life in Durham. She communicates to the reader how much of our lives are determined by the cultural and political shadows we inhabit and absorb. 

For my father culture and politics were inseparable . . . our house was a bit like an expressionist museum. On one wall was a relief bust of the revolutionary, Alexandra Kollontai . . . over other walls hung my father’s paintings. Dark and dramatic . . . they were clarion calls against injustice and inequality.”

Of her mother she writes, “If annoyed my mother would not speak to me for days, sometimes weeks . . . she did this without telling me what she was upset about. I was terrified . . . I felt unreal and without any right to exist . . . I learned not to speak to her. Sometimes, as the three of us sat eating a meal, she said to my father, ‘Tell Merilyn,’ and then he would.” 

Merilyn found her own comfort in books and, as an adult, in her sculptures and her own political activism. She thought she was rebelling against her parents’ politics, only to discover how similar hers were to theirs. She acknowledges that she has spent her life carrying the baton passed to her by her parents. 

After many years as a trade union militant in further education, Merilyn started to write about her family history. She first wrote about her parents in an earlier book, The Language of Silence, but in recent years, she has dealt with the history of anti-Nazism within the German working class to help counter the view there was no significant German resistance. 

This book has photos of Siegi’s paintings and Merilyn’s sculptures.

I have known Merilyn for fifty years and have solidarity for her politics, activism and determination to face painful truths.

David Wilson

David Wilson, author of Left Field and co-founder of War Child

Tuesday, 17 May 2022

When is evacuation surrender?


'I don’t lose my hope', says wife of Azov soldier

Sky News, along with the BBC, The Guardian and much of the MSM, are reporting (17 May) that the Ukrainian soldiers inside the Azovstal steelworks in Mariupol, have been 'evacuated' and that the area has been 'ceded' to the Russians. Evacuation is a new word for surrender and ceded a new word for defeated. Sky News sympathetically interviews the wife of one of the Ukrainian fighters and clearly identify her as the wife of a member of the Azov Regiment. In the words of Wikipedia these are "The Special Operations Detachment "Azov", also known as the Azov Regiment and the Azov Battalion, is a neo-Nazi unit of the National Guard of Ukraine based in Mariupol in the coastal region of the Sea of Azov, from where it derives its name.”

I will be accused of being a Putin-supporter for writing this, but as a leftist, I trace my politics back to those who Putin hates. The irony being that us leftists used to be accused of taking Russian gold. Today our politicians are weighed down with the stuff, while at the same time arming Nazis and misinforming the public as to what is going on.

Wednesday, 11 May 2022

Charlie Ain't My Darling


Charlie ain't My Darling

(with apologies to Robert Burns)

Twas on a Tuesday morning,
With Johnson’s words in ear,
When Charlie came to Parliament
The Old Chevalier

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.

As he came marchin' in the House,
His medals clanging loud and clear.
All the folk came out online
To laugh at Old Chevalier.

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.

Wi' highland bonnets on their heads
And claymores bright and clear,
They cam' to fight for Liberty
Against Old Chevalier.

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.

They left their bonnie highland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Justice Now,
Against Old Chevalier.

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.

Oh, there are many beating hearts,
And many hopes and fears,
And many are the prayers put up,
To rid us of Old Chevalier.

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.

Friday, 29 April 2022

The Mad Hatter's Tea Party with Nukes


Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?
Alice: I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are."

Already, in just two months, the conflict initiated by the Russian invasion of Ukraine has escalated from a localised act of aggression into a full-blown proxy war between NATO and Russia. Arms are pouring into Ukraine, and the bellicose rhetoric has inflated to match. President Biden has urged “regime change” in Russia. His Defence Secretary has stated that the US war aim is to “weaken Russia” for years to come." Stop the War 

Meanwhile Britain’s Boris Johnson has told us that Putin is a ‘crocodile’. Armed Forces Minister James Heappey has said that British weapons can be used to attack targets in Russia itself and Foreign Secretary, Liz Truss, has declared that the full defeat of Russia is a “strategic imperative” and that, “the age of engagement with Russia are over.” 

They speak for a party that has taken £2 million in donations from oligarchs with links to Russia and Putin. Maybe they are stamping their feet and shouting, ‘Not enough. Give us more. Give us more.’

At least we have an opposition party who challenge this. Well no. Starmer has said that support for stopping wars is not allowed and has made approval of nuclear weapons a condition of party membership. His close advisers include Peter Mandelson, who parties on Russian oligarch yachts and sits in the House of Lords alongside Russian press barons.

Never mind. At least our heroic leather jacketed actor-president, Zelenskyy, is fighting the good fight. Wait a minute. He has shut down opposition media, imprisoned independent journalists and closed down leftist parties. And it appears he is himself an oligarch. I didn’t find this out from the pages of Socialist Worker, but from The Guardian, in pages written before they rallied behind the blue and yellow flag.

But Volodymyr Oleksandrovych is happy. In March he said,“Today my life is beautiful. I believe that I am needed. I feel it is the most important meaning in life – to be needed. To feel that you are not just an emptiness that is just breathing, walking, and eating something. You live.”

I don't think his fellow citizens would agree with him. It's time to call time on their mad hatters tea party.

I leave you with these patriotic words from our Foreign Secretary .... "I don't know if you've tasted crisps in other countries, but I really think British crisps are world leaders. I went to China and they told me there is only one type of potato available there."

Monday, 25 April 2022

Eulogy for a friend


Mundher Al-Adhami Commemoration

Saturday 23 April 2022

This was my eulogy.  There were statements from family, fiends and colleagues, and a moving film clip of Mundher talking about the role of schools and education in post-war Iraq - transcript below

"I first met Mundher and Haifa in 2003. ITN had commissioned me to make a film about what UK-based Iraqis thought about the impending US/UK ‘shock and awe’ attack on their country. They wanted me to locate Iraqis who were both for, and against, western military intervention. Locating those looking forward to an assault proved difficult, as the only Iraqis I could find in favour were the London representatives of the CIA-backed Iraqi National Congress. 

I reluctantly met with Ahmed Chalabi, the head of their London office. Two days later I had a happier meeting when I met with Haifa and Mundher. Both were political exiles from Iraq. Mundher was a mathematician, researcher and teacher at King´s College, London. Haifa was a novelist and poet.

Arriving at their home in Cricklewood, I found myself transported to Iraq. Not the Iraq of war and US stooges, but a country of peace, tranquility, good food and wine. Set on a pebble-dashed estate, the palm tree in the front garden seemed to be prospering in exile from its desert roots. At the centre of the small back garden there was a pond with goldfish. This was a place of intellect, humanity, but also of present and past suffering, and exile. 

I told Haifa and Mundher that I had met Chalabi and that I would not want to meet him again. 

“I hope you won’t think the same about us,” said Mundher.

“Of course not, and now I have met you, I have a question I want to ask you both.”

“What is that?” said Mundher.

“I want to ask if you are Shia or Sunni.”

With a smile, he answered,“We’re Sushi.” 

“Mundher,’ Haifa said and laughed, “give David a glass of arak.”

I knew then we were going to become lifelong friends. 

In the following years, I started visiting them with my wife, Anne. Few visits passed without Haifa’s tepsi baytinjan. As she went to check on the food, Mundher brought out bowls of sunflower seeds, cashew and pistachios, and poured out glasses of arak. When we moved over to the dining table it was full of small plates of felafel, black bean hummus salad, spicy moutabel, labneh, almonds and raisins. The sure sign of generous hosts are those whose starters are so filling that you wonder how to find room for the main course. This is what always happens in Haifa’s kitchen. 

With Mundher pouring out wine, Haifa placed the tepsi on the table. As we started to eat the casserole, I realised how central food is to cultures, a culinary affirmation of our identities. 

Twelve years ago, Haifa and Mundher were the basis for a chapter in Elise Valmorbida’s Book of Happy Endings. “They were political twins”, she wrote, “they valued the culture of scepticism and doubt. They believed in the force of the mind, not the promotion of faith.” Of Haifa’s relationship with Mundher, Elise quotes Haifa, “ ‘I didn’t have to prove myself or pretend …. I was laughing all the time at his Englishness, his willingness to talk openly about everything. In our culture we go round and round, we never say things straight. When he gets excited with a new idea he is full of life and no one can catch up with him’.” 

Haifa and Mundher are very precious. Tortured, exiled and suffering from loss of family and friends, they are a positive influence on all who know them. You can find this in their home and, of course, in their food. 

I found these words introducing a recipe for tepsi baytinjan. They could just as well be applied to Mundher and Haifa, as well as their food. 

Eggplants in a state of melting lusciousness, tender and flavourful meatballs, all braised together in a bath of light, silky tomato sauce; this is tepsi baytinjan, the Iraqi comfort food dish.’

Luscious’, ‘tender’, ‘a bath of light’. Yes, a bath of light to all who knew him. Mundher, my friend, you are much missed."


Mundher Al-Adhami in conversation with Ward Treunen from the Brussels Tribunal

It’s quite likely we will have to write off a couple of generations of Iraqis … because of the damage that happened to them, mentally and physically during the occupation … it’s very difficult to see any bright lights within the current Iraqi elites. But even corrupt elites do generally preserve the youngsters, do care for the children. It’s a universal value. In Iraq a very strong one. 

So, if we start from the schools, with saving the children from what we have done to the country, this may be stopped. Even with the worst abuses, the children can be protected. 

I believe Iraq was targeted as a nation to be demolished. There was always an understanding that the danger in Iraq was human capital, human knowledge. They kept saying this was not so much about weapons, but about knowledge and the people who have the knowledge. It’s obvious that they regarded knowledge and the production of knowledge in schools and universities as the enemy. 

Schools normally are at the beginning of the village and the town. The town expands, but the schools are at the centre. That is very important because the children get up in the morning and they walk to their schools. Their walk is protected by the people around them and wherever there are children there is peace, generally. So children go to school and come back from school unaccompanied. No need for any protection, any arms. The school day dictates the pace of life. Then the school holidays become the society’s holidays. Social fabric is centred around schools.

A corrupt person does not want their child to be corrupt. Criminals do not want their children to be criminals. The Mafiosi do not want their children … so they legalise themselves. That’s a promising and optimistic view. That we can protect the children. We can start again. It is about education, about people knowing themselves. If we want to get rid of these wars, we have to get rid of the fantasies, the untruths, the myths.”

Monday, 4 April 2022

Living with Shadows


Living with Shadows, by Merilyn Moos

Merilyn Moos has spent her life living with shadows. “Not”, she writes, “B-movie ghosts in gothic hallways, but something emanating a sense of death”.

The great grand niece of Albert Einstein and daughter of German refugees, she was born into a home of secrecy and paranoia. Her parents lived under Nazism and Stalinism. Her father was a member of the Red Front. After the Reichstag fire, he escaped the Gestapo by walking across Germany. Her mother fled Moscow and her lover died in the gulags. She never stopped mourning him, or blaming herself, for what she innocently wrote on a postcard that resulted in his arrest.

Brought up in Durham, her parents were burdened with regret and guilt. Her mother found refuge writing plays and poems, while her father expressed himself with his paintings.

As a child, Merilyn took comfort in books, and as an adult in her sculptures and her own political activism.

This short memoir is a penetrating and personal reflection on her life. I am proud to say that in this book’s early stages she asked me to help her shape it.