Whose Side Are You on?
(47 Working Title) (45 Mins approx)
A pre-rough cut of a documentary about some of those involved in the campaign against cuts in Liverpool in the 80's will be shown over the next three days. This Liverpool 47, as they became known, and the surrounding campaign is becoming more and more relevant as many Labour councils chose to implement huge cuts, despite local and national opposition. They argue there is no choice, this piece is a tiny contribution to this ongoing debate. In London, there are only a few council seats being contested, however across the country 180 anti cuts (TUSC) candidates are standing, arguing there is a choice.
It is a relatively small collection of interviews, with some of the councillors, workers and local people involved at the time. Under Thatcher, the Tories made huge local and national cuts, Liverpool city council was one of a dozen councils that had voted NOT to pass on Tory cuts but in the end only Liverpool & Lambeth stood firm.
This pre-rough cut is a starting point to show a little of how & why they fought the cuts and built more council housing in 4 years than the rest of the country, as well as so much more.
Dave Sinclair (photographer) will has also agreed for his photographs to be shown as part of this. He also is likely to be in for an hour too.
I will show this 2-3 times a day (contact me if you have a short amount of time and need to know the schedule):
The Digital Art Gallery,
Borough Road, SE1
Between Elephant & Castle and Borough Tube.
11am - 5pm Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday this week only!
(Non LSBU staff & Students need to contact me to get on a visitors list)
Look forward to seeing you over this week and please forward to anyone you think might be interested in this and RSVP if you are thinking of coming.
This project may take a year to fully complete but we thought it best to get some feedback in now and see what you thought.
Arti
Showing posts with label cuts. Show all posts
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Monday, 25 April 2011
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
'Stolen from our eyes'
As workers and the general public consult themselves on what should go and how to pay for the current 'crisis', you wonder, I wonder, Is there a choice?
Apparently the government is skint, no not the actual MP's and ministers, infact the cabinet consists of over 18 millionaires. And Cameron, and his family, have assests of over £18 million pounds. So easy to look at a budget and numbers and not see the cost, or the blame, of this crisis.
As the coatlition government slowly but surely attempts to balance its budget, we wonder, where is the money? Where did it go?
And where are the words that say no to this? Where are the actions? Where are the voices we'd expect, and hope for, on a day, a week, a life like this?
I still see roses, cam smell them too & they light up my spirit and help me breathe. Without you, without them, a colourless, odourless life would exist. I want to live in colour.
Services have been reduced, collective specialist services, things, people, spaces which make, have made our lives easier, less painful, less barbaric and more. They have given us material and practical support to live, with someone, without someone and so should it, could it go on.
But yesterday and some yesterdays before we let go a little, a lot, and they 'stole from our very eyes'. Some people said there hands were safe, steady and steel but underneath a wall of promises, were eyes and bellys full of greed. Stolen.
Anti cuts alliances spring up across the country, reminiscent of the Anti poll tax unions with a memory of hope and possibility. Whilst cost savings, effectioncy, freezes... are splashed across our conciousness and as rains in a drought. When did we actually run dry? Where did the waters go?
'Stolen from our very eyes'. 'I will rise' like a phoenix from a flame, I will return. I will return' (Sinead O Connor TROY)
Parallel times and parallell lives- Thatcher, Blair, Brown & the boys - passing on the mask, beneath which you steal from us, blame us.
Parks and gardens GMB branch 5?
Imagine if this didn't exsist? Where would you go? I imagine what it would look like, what it would smell like - 'stolen from our very eyes'.
Apparently the government is skint, no not the actual MP's and ministers, infact the cabinet consists of over 18 millionaires. And Cameron, and his family, have assests of over £18 million pounds. So easy to look at a budget and numbers and not see the cost, or the blame, of this crisis.
As the coatlition government slowly but surely attempts to balance its budget, we wonder, where is the money? Where did it go?
And where are the words that say no to this? Where are the actions? Where are the voices we'd expect, and hope for, on a day, a week, a life like this?
I still see roses, cam smell them too & they light up my spirit and help me breathe. Without you, without them, a colourless, odourless life would exist. I want to live in colour.
Services have been reduced, collective specialist services, things, people, spaces which make, have made our lives easier, less painful, less barbaric and more. They have given us material and practical support to live, with someone, without someone and so should it, could it go on.
But yesterday and some yesterdays before we let go a little, a lot, and they 'stole from our very eyes'. Some people said there hands were safe, steady and steel but underneath a wall of promises, were eyes and bellys full of greed. Stolen.
Anti cuts alliances spring up across the country, reminiscent of the Anti poll tax unions with a memory of hope and possibility. Whilst cost savings, effectioncy, freezes... are splashed across our conciousness and as rains in a drought. When did we actually run dry? Where did the waters go?
'Stolen from our very eyes'. 'I will rise' like a phoenix from a flame, I will return. I will return' (Sinead O Connor TROY)
Parallel times and parallell lives- Thatcher, Blair, Brown & the boys - passing on the mask, beneath which you steal from us, blame us.
Parks and gardens GMB branch 5?
Imagine if this didn't exsist? Where would you go? I imagine what it would look like, what it would smell like - 'stolen from our very eyes'.
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