Just when you thought it safe to go back in the water, eh?
Ms Raccoon stirred briefly yesterday – as several sharp eyed readers noticed – and thought she might write something again.
As you probably figured out for yourselves, being intelligent creatures and all that, I have been exceedingly ill.
Allegedly (the indispensable journalistic mot du jour for 2014) I still am – so I cannot say how often I will be around. Surgery was not a huge success and I am now in the middle of 30 sessions of radiotherapy – which is fine, we can cope with that: but Ms Raccoon being so goddam special, naturally she has to have the latest bells and whistles radiotherapy called Tomotherapy which is only available in Bordeaux. Add to all the usual delightful after-effects of radiotherapy, a 250 km round trip with a crazy French taxi driver every day, not to mention the equally crazy nurse who arrives every morning and insists on dousing all my equipment with oil of orange essence –‘d’être calme et tranquille’ – and you end up with a very tired and irritable Raccoon wot smells like a marmalade factory and hasn’t got time to blog – and if she did find the time, would probably take someone’s head off anyway.
In (very) temporarily good humour – may I just say, thank-you for the literally hundreds of kind e-mails that have stacked up here, and apologies for not making personal replies; I really haven’t been in any condition to do so. Please accept this blog post as a mass reply!
Then – are there any Thesis designers out there? As you can see, there are problems with the typeface and picture positioning which weren’t there before and I certainly don’t have the time to sort them out – so if you do, and you are willing, please make yourself known!
So what finally got through to the semi-comatose ‘dormouse’ Raccoon? Need you ask? Media coverage of the latest show trials to hit the front pages!
The everlasting Yewtree….
There is so much wrong with it that I don’t know where to start; from the creepy grooming of the media by their quiet acquiescence to the notion of a pantomime villain known as ‘Savile’ – no ‘Mr’ – who has been ‘exposed as a predatory paedophile’ by fearless investigative journalists, once he was dead of course; to their obsequious description of others who have had ‘allegations’ by ‘alleged victims’ flung in their direction, but remain ‘Mr’ Harris, ‘Mr’ Roach and ‘Mr’ Travis whilst they remain innocent in the eyes of the libel lawyers. Apparently ‘alleged victims’ are only to be automatically believed when the ‘alleged perpetrator’ is sufficiently decomposed.
Nobody, in so far as I am aware, has ever been the subject of a libel action as a result of walking into a police station and asking that a possible crime be investigated. All the media’s claims that ‘draconian libel laws’ (they do love that adjective) prevented ‘Savile’s victims’ from ‘obtaining justice’ are total nonsense. What the libel laws did do was prevent the media from publishing stories without the sort of evidence that would stand up in a court of law – they had zero effect on any apparent victim walking into a police station. Anybody who doubts that has only to read today’s newspapers; The media have no more intention of fearlessly ‘exposing as a predatory paedophile’ any of the respectfully addressed defendants in the current trials until either they are found guilty of the charges or conveniently drop dead. It is classic journalistic hand-wringing ‘past the gatepost’ child protection. The gateposts being situated at either Wandsworth prison or the local mortuary.
Is it ‘cos I’s black?
Something else bothering me about the current high profile trials. The ‘accused’ fall into one of three categories; right wing comedians, disc jockeys and those who unwisely raised their heads above the parapet to comment on the Yewtree progress. Now the music business has since the 60s been a major employer of the black community – and yet they are strangely unrepresented in the crop of ‘he was a monster but I was too scared to speak out before’ arrests. What is it that unites them? Are we to believe that no left wing comic, or black disc jockey, or black musician come to that, has ever had any contact with a young girl that she feels in hindsight was abusive? Are men who aspire to politically correct humour on stage, or prefer the steady beat of American soul music somehow immune to the charms of the nubile young girls who flock to listen to them? They seem to fit the bill of ‘attracted to a career that brings them in contact with impressionable youngsters’ – and yet despite all the publicity which has encouraged alleged victims to speak out at last, not a single left wing comic or black musician has apparently given rise to a historic claim of abusive behaviour. Shouldn’t somebody be interviewing them to find out how it is that they have managed to tailor their behaviour to fit the standards required? It would be valuable information that should be shared if we are to protect children and ensure justice before they are tottering into old age.
Time for me to go back to sleep……
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