The rage across the American political spectrum is ferocious, but the agitation is part of a widening political divide. Trump probably won’t succeed as leader – not because of his bumbling attempts to secure US borders (stupidly perceived as racism), but because of his authoritarianism, hated by the opposition. Jihadists worldwide are rubbing their hands in glee at the prospect of Western collapse. They are noting the hysteria of Europeans and Americans who appear to be reacting against Trumpism, but who are really demoralised by the financial and political matrix that has hurt them for decades, and stirred the hornets nest with Asia. But what does the crowd want? Another Obama? Or, maybe the civil eruption means America is limping towards a solution, that is to say a complete recalibration of its values, systems and ideas, beginning with the horrible reality that global feudalist-capitalism enslaves people in the so-called ‘free’ world. But we should start thinking solutions, be creative, stop howling and start acting. What can we change from within? Personal relationships? Our attitude to money? To work? To music, science, art and religion? To women, children and animals? To the sick, the poor and the needy? To those whose world view differs from our own? What if we address our own prejudices and fears; review our entrenched positions. Recognise that we have created our own reality. See that we have elected and empowered our own so-called leaders; or that by withdrawal, we have tacitly agreed to the rules and regulations of our political masters. See that we have accepted the degradation of the planet for our own material convenience. Understand that we have allowed hatred, aggression and bullying in the name of peace. See that we have endorsed global injustice, materialism and greed. See that we have been willingly suckered by the media. See that we have not bothered to challenge the status quo. Recognise that we have been content to speak one dominant language. Perceive that we have resisted the influence of cultures older and wiser than our own. Know that we have paid lip service to those cultures on Facebook, or in folk music, literature and art, while maintaining our cultural segregation and delusion of superiority. Perceive that when we face up to ourselves, restore what is valuable in our lives, cherish and protect our freedoms, and take a balanced view of the world we stand a better chance of survival.
About Alice F Wickham
I've always loved reading and writing, and back in the 90s, I started a writers' magazine. Independent publishing was becoming easier, especially with the ease of desktop publishing applications and word processing. Microsoft had introduced user-friendly tools in MS Word for document production and text layout. Pagemaker, I think, was the industry standard DTP application at that time but I did all the editing, layout and design of the magazine through MS Word. I worked until the early hours on a home computer preparing the copy, and then sent the floppy disc off to a TTA Press in Cambridge for printing. A Canadian artist produced that first cover based on an idea I had about the feminine form arising out of the moon.
There was a plethora of small press outlets back then, and a lively sense of creativity. TTA produced a Science Fiction magazine called The Third Alternative, now Interzone. My little magazine, New London Writers, mark 1, ran for three issues. It was successful, with a good many subscribers including the legendary agency, A P Watt. There were budding Guardian columnists, street poets, and thriller writers, as well as a few colourful London personalities gracing those modest first pages with their wit and charm; I refer to Quentin Crisp and Bette Bourne of Bloolips. Alas, for personal reasons, I couldn't keep it going - life and ill health intervened - and so I let it go despite the subscription cheques that kept dropping through the letterbox. Then in 2011, after completing an MA at Birkbeck, which included a module in publishing, I got interested in blogging and realised how simple it would create New London Writers online. Thus, the little zine was resurrected as an online publication. The original idea is still there; to nurture the voices of the unheard, those creative souls hiding within the multicultural ferment of London, and elsewhere; now, from Asia and America, as well as the UK. I hope to develop this concept into a fully-fledged publishing house for new writers. As for my own writing output, well, I'm doing my best to compile years and years of short story writing into a first collection for publication, while also working on a novel (or three) in the back of my head.