There was a national strike of teachers today. The two big unions, the NUT and the NASUWT joined forces to oppose the government’s cuts. Over three thousand schools closed across the country.
The march in London drew around fifteen thousand people. Not all were teachers. Parents and members of the public joined the march to protest their concern.
“The struggle for justice doesn’t end with me. This struggle is for all the Troy Davises who came before me and all the ones who will come after me. I’m in good spirits and I’m prayerful and at peace.” Troy Davis
I didn’t hear the news until mid-morning, and I was staggered to learn that this man had been executed, despite the doubts around his conviction.
Troy Davis’ last words were dignified and hopeful. That is more than can be said of the manner of his execution, or the authorities who sanctioned it.
The holiday gifts have come in handy as Not Cat and I stay behind locked doors this evening.
Pause in the Game
I got home from work about half past five and spent half an hour in the garden with Not Cat. Then I remembered something I wanted from M&S.
Leaving Not Cat alone in the garden, which is in itself a fairly new development and quite nervewracking, I headed for the main road.
Strange. Little knots of people I recognised as local shopkeepers stood on the pavement. The Afghani shop was closed and the shutters were down.
Very strange. It’s usually open until late.
I walked up to M&S. The doors were locked.
Puzzled, I checked my watch and the sign showing opening hours.
An assistant mouthed something to me through the door. Continue reading