The hell with the Tories: Barnet council workers strike against mass privatisation

From Barnet Unison:

Barnet Unison members who still work for Barnet Council (that is, the people whose jobs that hopeless council hasn’t already cut or outsourced) begin a 48-hour strike on Monday 1 June against council plans to privatise a whole new mass of services.

People whose jobs are threatened by this latest wave of proposed outsourcing include coach escorts, drivers, social workers, occupational therapists, schools catering staff, education welfare officers, library workers, children centre workers and street cleaning and refuse workers. They have all made it very clear that they want to remain Barnet Council employees. They don’t want public services or their jobs outsourced.

“Our members don’t want to work for an employer which will place shareholders’ legal demands before local residents’ needs,” says Unison branch secretary John Burgess, rightly. “Our members don’t want to work for an employer which uses zero hours contracts. Our members don’t want to work for an employer which will not pay the London Living Wage as a basic minimum. That’s why 87% of our members working for the Council voted ‘Yes’ to taking strike action.”

Precisely.

I do like the way that the Tories try to argue that they need to curb the right to strike to protect essential public services. The truth is that people often need to strike to protect public services from Tories and privatisation. Ironic, innit.

Picket line information for tomorrow – get to the pickets if you can:

Monday 1 June

1. North London Business Park—From 7am
2. Mill Hill Depot—From 6am
3. East Finchley Library—From 9am

At 10.30am, strikers will travel to the Phoenix Cinema, 52 High Road, East Finchley, London N2 9PJ for a special screening of the Russell Brand Film “The Emperor’s New Clothes” starting at 12pm.

John McDonnell MP will lead on a Q&A session after the film.

Tuesday 2 June

1. North London Business Park (NLBP)—From 7am
2. Mill Hill Depot—From 6am
3. Edgware Library—Start  am onwards.

At 12pm, the strikers will march from the NLBP to St John’s Church Hall Friern Barnet Lane, N20 for a rally.

Other ways you can help:

Sign the petition to stop the outsourcing plans https://t.co/rMyBAeVDOQ

Follow @barnet_unison and #BarnetStrikes. Share updates!

Follow Barnet Unison on Facebook and like our page and share our posts.

Email messages of solidarity and support to contactus@barnetunison.org.uk

More strike action against useless Barnet council’s privatisation plans…

On 1&2 June, Barnet council workers will take further strike action against Barnet council’s highly unpopular plans to outsource even more council services.

The council is proposing to privatise the Education and Skills and School Meals services, the Library Service, Early Years: Children’s Centres and Street Scene Services. (Here’s a list of services threatened by outsourcing and services that have already been outsourced. You can also sign the petition against further privatisation).

There is a list of proposed picket times for Monday 1 June here.

Follow @barnet_unison for updates this week.

New immigrant to Europe? No worries at all if you’re the right kind of white.

Immigration and racism? I think so:

Let’s start this one with a story.

A few years ago, I visited Athens for about a week with another journalist, Abi Ramanan. Austerity had smacked the Greek infrastructure to rubble even then. We went to Greece to ask people how that felt. They said it didn’t feel too good.

While we were there, we interviewed three young guys – they were all in their 20s – who’d recently made the move to Europe. They were new-ish arrivals. We talked for a while about the reasons they’d made the trip to Greece. They gave the answers that you’d expect from young people on the move in any part of the world: they hoped to further their studies, learn new languages and to find good jobs (you can read transcripts from those conversations here).

“Everybody wants to be the best, to have a good life,” one of the young men said. “I’m here to learn, to know something, to get knowledge.”

“I came here for education. I was studying economics. I wanted to learn Greek and English. I wanted to finish my schooling,” said another.

This part of the conversation struck quite a chord with me. I’m an Antipodean by birth. We leave for other countries and for new starts all the time. You might even say that for some of us, leaving home is a sort of lifelong rite of passage. We never reach the end of it, or grow out of it, or manage to decide whether Here or There is best. The final decision is usually made for you when the money runs out. When we’re Home, we save up our money so that we can get Away, and on the double. When we’re Away, we dream about Home and then very quickly about getting Away again. If I understand anything, it is that desire to move and to keep moving. I left New Zealand for Europe and the UK myself for the second time over a decade ago for the same sorts of reasons that the three young men in Greece talked about – to see Europe, to learn and to push on and out in a part of the world that I’d always found enticing. I have an Irish passport (my mother’s family was/is Irish) and so have the right to live and work in Europe, but if I hadn’t, I would probably have tried to find sponsorship to stay. I grew up in the Antipodes. We leave for other countries all the time.

What we don’t do, though – the white Antipodean family and friends I know, at least – is find ourselves on the receiving end of the dreadful crap that the three guys I met in Greece had flung at them from the moment that they decided to move to Europe. The three men had come from Togo and Nigeria. They’d been violently attacked and abused in Greece. This was 2012, too, if you don’t mind. So much for civilised advance.

For a start, these guys had been ripped off. They had paid shifty agents a large amount of money (€3000 one of the men said) for transport and “help” to make the trip to Greece from Togo and Nigeria. These deals were supposed to include visas for studying and for part-time work. The visas never materialised and the agents disappeared. That left the men stranded in a city that was patrolled by an aggressive police force and the Golden Dawn. Things turned very nasty very fast.

“The police attack us every day,” said Koffi, 25. He’d been subject to a violent assault only a few days earlier. The police had thrown a gas bottle at his head. A large lump on one side of his forehead marked the place where the bottle had hit. “We don’t have [the chance] to work to get money. We don’t have [the chance] to get out to learn the language. They don’t like to see the black [sic]. Why?”

“They don’t like foreigners,” Saheed Aylula, 22, told us. “If I’m on the bus, I cannot get people to sit down with me. If there is two seats there, I cannot get people to sit next to me. You can go to any restaurant or any cafe here and you cannot see blacks working there.” He also told us that a friend of his had been attacked by someone with a machete. “They [the perpetrators] were wearing black. They macheted the guy around nine or 10pm. So, that’s the reason why I don’t feel like walking around at night.” Continue reading

Back soon, comrades

Should be back up to speed by next week. Decided to take a couple of weeks after the election to go through all the transcripts and recordings I have from jobcentres and work capability assessments, and get all that work in order for the next round of fighting.

Go well, all and remember – Labour was never going to give us social security back. As ever, we’ll have to go and get it back ourselves.

See you soon.

The hell with this garbage. Let’s rule ourselves.

 

Let me tell you a bit about waiting:

One day last week, I took myself right across London to attend a jobcentre meeting with a woman who has some support needs. The woman had been told to come in to meet with a so-called work coach. She wasn’t too sure what this meeting was about. The jobcentre had organised the meeting a couple of weeks back and the woman was concerned about it. You could say that the thought of the meeting had been weighing on her mind for some time.

Not that anyone could care less about that. When this woman arrived at the jobcentre, she was told that the work coach wasn’t at work that day (ha ha – yes, the irony) and the meeting was cancelled. The woman told me that nobody rang her to let her know the meeting was off, to save her the trouble of coming in. Another date for a meeting with the work coach was set for a few weeks’ time. That means she has another month to wait and to wonder what the work coach wants with her. You could say that’s now weighing on her mind.

I can’t tell you how often this sort of thing happens to people who must use these barely-functional, so-called services: appointments changed at the last minute, meetings pushed to new times which claimants aren’t told about, work programme sessions cancelled a few hours before the event, or claimants travelling all the way to the jobcentre to find that the person they expected to meet is nowhere to be found. It is no exaggeration to say that these things happen on an amazingly regular basis. There’s a real departmental contempt to it if you ask me: a right old “unemployed people deserve punishment, not the normal courtesies” from the DWP. I suppose we’re also seeing an annihilated sector now: not enough staff, hopeless communications between jobcentres and outsourced work programme and workfare companies, and morale so low that organisations barely have a pulse.

The problem right now is that the political and media classes care even less about deteriorating public services than they did before the runup to the election. I didn’t actually know that was possible, but it is. There’s nobody around to take any of these problems to – in an official sense, at least. There never was, of course – social security has been destroyed in equal parts by a vicious coalition government and a fantastically weak Labour opposition, and neither was ever inclined to race to the aid of people who attend jobcentres – but at least you could see what you were up against when parliament was formed and abuse someone for it. Occasionally, you’d even find a mainstream media editor who understood that there was a world outside warped political cycles. Now, commentators are cheerfully foretelling an age of instability while we’re exposed to a post-election, months-long and extremely rubbish game of thrones. That concept sets my teeth on edge – not because I want a government particularly, but because it shows that the ruling class is arrogant enough to believe that it can take its sweet time to bash out deals to its own advantage. There’s absolutely no sense of urgency there. It must be great to live in a world where you can destroy other people’s much-needed public services, then let those services deteriorate even further while you haggle for the power to destroy more. Little wonder that people are taking future planning into their own hands.

All of which is a long way of saying that blogging here will probably be light until next week. I aim to fully re-engage when we reach that post-election point (we usually reach it pretty fast) when our political heroes are wiping their butts on their current manifestos and waving at us in their rearview mirrors. That’s the time for political engagement in my view – when you see the real agendas.

Will still be available on twitter, although probably not much. I actually can’t take the bullshit. There is no doubt I will kick the screen in if someone else tries to suggest to me that Labour is the only answer. Labour can’t even bring itself to agree to keep the Independent Living Fund. With or without government, we’re still nowhere on social security. At all.