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CLASS WAR – Rich Door, Poor Door is a relatively cheap 48 page magazine style publication of my coverage of the protests by Class War at One Commercial St, a large block on the corner of Commercial St and Whitechapel High Street in Tower Hamlets on the eastern edge of the City of London.

The building ‘One Commercial St’ is a tall block which includes shops, a hotel, an entrance to Aldgate East Underground station, parking and expensive flats as well as other flats which are social housing. While the occupiers of the expensive flats enter through a large, well lit lobby with a manned concierge desk and comfortable seating through a door on the main road, social housing tenants have a separate entrance some way down a narrow alley.

When I first visited it, this alley was strewn with rubbish and dog mess, with a strong smell of stale urine, and was virtually unlit, the kind of alley that drunks stumble down to relieve themselves after the pubs have closed. The ‘poor door’ had a card entry system, but for some weeks it was broken and the door left unlocked. It led onto a long narrow corridor, empty except for some post boxes for the residents.

The building manager told us that the social housing was completely physically separated from the privately owned flats, though we soon realised this was a lie. There are links between to two areas both at ground floor level and on at least one of the upper floors which both sets of flats occupy. Inside the building, when I later was taken around by a resident, the corridors and lifts were very similar, with identical signage. We went in the ‘rich door’ and came out after the tour through the ‘poor door’, having during the tour seen two locked doors between the two sides as well as walking through at ground level between them.

Having separate doors for rich and poor living in the same building is something many find unacceptable, and the protests by Class War served to publicise this ‘social apartheid’ and to put the issue on the national agenda, one of a number of direct action campaigns that have brought housing issues increased public attention. Some of those other campaigns supported Class War, with visits by supporters of Focus E15 and New Era, and Class War also supported others including the Aylesbury Estate Occupiers, with supporters also joining other housing campaigns.

During the roughly nine months covered by this magazine, from July 30, 2014 to May 1, 2015, Class War were also running a campaign to stand candidates in the May General Election. Eventually there were Class War candidates in seven seats, three in the Greater London area. Their first policy pledge was for a 50% mansion tax. Although I covered several events connected with their election campaign, including the manifesto launch at the gates of Buckingham Palace, I’ve not included these in the magazine, which includes pictures from 29 of the 31 protests at One Commercial St.

Several of the candidates were prominent in the protests, and one of the more controversial actions by the police was the seizing of their ‘political leaders’ banner which had been produced for the 2010 General Election and displayed at many events over the years without problems. A case for displaying a similar set of posters also produced in 2010 was thrown out of court for restricting freedom of expression.  Class War responded with an updated version of the banner for 2015, which so far police have failed to seize.

Police made at least five arrests at the protests which are shown in the magazine. One case has still to come to court and another was dismissed when it did so, with the court clearly suggesting that the police were trying to restrict legitimate political protest. One other case still pending also seems to have been clearly politically motivated and will I hope be thrown out by the court if not dropped beforehand.

You can read the story of the campaign in the regular posts and pictures from it on My London Diary. In the magazine I’ve included the text from just the first of these which sets the scene along with a chronological selection of over 200 images from the protests. There are just a couple of very short comments and on the final page some biographical material.

Getting over 200 images into 48 US letter size pages involved many compromises. There are a couple of images which have a double page spread and about 45 that are roughly half page size (about 8 x 5.5 inches.) The rest are crammed in at up to 8 pictures a page with little or no white space. I wanted to keep the price down so that I could offer this publication for a fiver.

For the same reason, I chose Blurb’s cheapest paper, which they say gives magazine quality reproduction. This is not the quality of a quality magazine – they call it Economy magazine. The reproduction lacks punch, with no real black, but even the smaller images are detailed and readable.

I’ve made over half the book viewable on the preview at Blurb. If you make the preview full-screen (button at bottom right of preview) you will get a rather better view than the actual magazine – much better, brighter and more accurate colour. But I’d like people to buy the magazine, though I make only a very small margin on it, as it would be good to get copies out there and perhaps seen by more people than would look at it on screen. You can of course already look at the pictures on My London Diary (I think there may be one or two where I’ve chosen slightly different images for the magazine.)

I’ve also decided not to make this publicly available as a PDF or e-book, unlike almost all of my other books. The cost of the ‘hard copy’ – actually a rather floppy soft-cover – is more or less the same.

The magazine CLASS WAR – Rich Door, Poor Door is for sale through Blurb, where it costs £6.00 plus carriage (I haven’t checked but probably an arm and a leg.)  As with my other publications, UK readers can save by ordering direct from me – contact me here to check it is still in stock and arrange payment by cheque, bank transfer or PayPal. I can currently supply copies at £6 including UK postage. I think all my other books are also in stock here.

And for people I meet it’s a fiver if I’ve got a copy on me. The price of a pint in some London pubs these days.

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I’ve always felt that London wasted Parliament Square. A world heritage site because of the buildings that surround it – notably the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, Middlesex Guildhall (now the Supreme Court), the actual square is a large traffic island, with a large area poorly maintained grass and some rather crass temporary flagpoles brought out for state occasions. It has an odd assortment of statues, some rather good, others outstandingly poor.

Over recent years their have been some improvements for public access, which no longer demands a death-defying dash between traffic, with light-controlled crossings at two of its four corners, though the seats which tempted the unwary tourists have now disappeared, presumably because of Westminster Council’s vendetta against homeless rough sleepers.

Perhaps the reason for its curious state is below the surface, where I suspect it houses some secret underground bunker, linked by the mysterious underground passages we know exist between various above-ground government buildings in the area. But it certainly always feels like a missed opportunity to me. If nothing else most if not all of its area should be closed to normal traffic.

But something which I think any seat of government should have in its view is a suitable forum for public dissent, where protesters can make their views felt. Ever since the late Brian Haw took up residence on the pavement opposite the Houses of Parliament back in 2001, Parliament, the GLA, Westminster Council and the police have been doing their worst to stop such things happening or to severely limit them. Perhaps there is a case for some limits, but not for trying to set them so that protest becomes severely inhibited.

Occupy Democracy have carried out a series of protests intended to keep the square as a place for democratic discussion and protest, and I’ve photographed a few of these, though missing the main battles with police and GLA security guards (laughably called ‘Heritage Wardens’) over squares of blue tarpaulin the protesters were sitting (and sometimes sleeping) on, which led to the square being renamed by activists as ‘Tarpaulin Square’.

Recently a court has ruled that it is not a crime to have such tarpaulins in the square, dismissing the case against four people arrested, and leading to a second prosecution being dropped. As often, the police, egged on in this case by over-keen private security, have over-interpreted the law to make it mean what they wanted it to mean.

The court decision was hardly surprising. When Occupy Democracy came to the square last October it was clear to me reading the enforcement notices that the police were exceeding the law, and I told them so, to get the response that they would leave it to the courts to decide. It seemed to be a blatant disregard of the law by those who are paid to enforce it.

Occupy Gandhi – stop fossil fuel criminals on May 4, defied both the ban on tarpaulins and on tents in Parliament Square, though I imagine the protesters will argue in court that the tent was only symbolic and that they had no intention of using it to sleep in.

On this occasion police and GLA Security ignored the blue tarpaulins (except for asking one draped on the statue of Gandhi to be removed), and it was only after a tent had been erected in a deliberate act of civil disobedience that police first warned the protesters and later surrounded it and arrested those inside. You can read more about what happened in My London Diary.

Photographically the event once more proved the value of the 16mm fisheye, with several of the strongest images I made being take with it. It’s a lens that needs some care in use, usually at its best when absolutely upright, and the virtual level markers in the D800E viewfinder proved extremely useful.

The top image on this post is an example where no perspective correction was needed, and the curvature at the edges adds to the image, producing something of a tunnel effect. I liked the near-symmetry of the scene, and the framing through the fabric at the rear of the tent of Donnachadh McCarthy who was leading the protest (he quickly jumped inside the tent as the police arrived to make arrests.)

To make Donnachadh clearer I increased the local clarity and contrast in Lightroom, adjusting the exposure slightly too. The yellow of the flowers is a nice contrast to the blues of the clothing and tent, and the pink shirt also helps Donnachadh stand out. In some other frames I also managed to include the statue of Gandhi, but his head got cut off in this one (at top centre) and it would have been nice to have a little more of the flowers. Sometimes even a fisheye isn’t quite wide enough!

Theoretically I could have moved back a little, but practically that wasn’t possible. I’d quickly moved into position as I saw people going into the tent and worked with the 16-35mm on the D700, then moved away, coming back after the flowers had been put in the tent. After taking a frame with the 16-35mm I changed it for the 16mm fisheye and made a series of five exposures. The people inside the tent were having an animated conversation, and several of those five seemed interesting, but it was when Donnachadh briefly raised his hands that I had the picture I wanted.

The 16mm fisheye was also the ideal lens to take an overall view of the event, enabling me to work from a close viewpoint and get in both the statue of Gandhi and at the other edge, Big Ben. The horizontal angle of view is around 140 degrees, too wide for a rectilinear lens – which would render both Gandhi and the clock tower as extremely fat. Again I was using the 16mm on the D700, keeping the D800E for the DX format 18-105mm which gives a decent-size file at the 1.5x crop. The D700 lacks the viewfinder level indicators, which accounts for the curved horizon. Correction from fisheye to cylindrical perspective was essential to avoid a curved Big Ben, Gandhi and flag poles.

For the surrounding of the tent and the arrests it was fortunate that this took place next to the raised area with the Gandhi statue, giving me a good viewpoint, though the police did rather get in the way, as too did some of the protesters, many of whom were also taking pictures and sometimes holding up phones in front of me. Working with the D700 I did rather wish it had a hinged screen on the back like the Fuji X-T1, so much better when you do have to work with the camera held above your head. For some reason Nikon think this isn’t appropriate in their professional cameras, but I’d find it very useful. As well as the overall views with the 16-35mm, I was also able to take pictures over the shoulders or between the heads of police of the people inside the tent.

Later I went down to ground level and was able to work between the legs of the police surrounding the tent, leaving as Donnachadh was taken away by the police. He struggled as they led him away, then went limp, and was carried by the police to a van at the side of the square.

Another inexplicable failure by Nikon is with lens hoods, and in any close situation the lens hood on the 16-35mm will either be knocked completely off (I’ve lost half a dozen that way) or, perhaps even worse, get knocked askew.

This gives vignetting at top left and bottom right corners of the image at wider focal lengths, and is clearly visible in the viewfinder with the lens at 20mm or wider. Unfortunately when things get a little exciting and I’m working flat out I usually fail to notice it unless there is important subject matter in either of those two corners, and I end up with a lot of pictures with dark areas across them. Usually I crop the images to remove them, but often this means losing important subject matter.

The problem is I think a combination of the low profile of the filter mount on the lens with the flimsy flexibility of the Nikon HB-23 lens hood and could probably be more or less solved with a thicker moulding on the hood.

Usually I crop to the normal 1.5:1 format, but in this image I decided to simply cut off the left part of the frame, mainly occupied by more of the police hi-viz jacket. You can see the out of focus lens hood at top right, it’s visual impact removed slightly in Lightroom by desaturating it and the blue fringe it naturally has.

More pictures and an account of the event at:
Occupy Gandhi – stop fossil fuel criminals

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No Justice, No Peace – #BlackLivesMatter banner heads the march: Baltimore to Brixton – Black Lives Matter!

I was back in Brixton on Sunday May 2, for a march protesting after the killing of Freddie Gray in Baltimore and police attacks on his funeral. There had been huge protests in Baltimore, and others in solidarity in other cities across the USA, and this event in Brixton had been called by London Black Revs and other groups including the International People’s Democratic Uhuru Movement and Reclaim Brixton. There was also support from a number of other groups and I’d anticipated a rather larger event than it turned out.

Unfortunately there seems to be a divide between the more mainstream groups and the grass roots movements when it comes to protesting over black issues, and while many on the left are rightly appalled at the events, they fail to turn out at grass-roots organised protests such as this. There have also been internal problems in one of the organising groups which won’t have helped. But it would be good to see the left united on black issues in particular.

I arrived more or less on the dot for the protest, to find only a couple of police officers present in the area, and absolutely no-one at the address given, a property next to a street corner on Coldharbour Lane. I got out my phone and checked. Yes, I was in the right place at the right time. I walked a little way down the road and back again, meeting one woman I know who was also searching for the protest. We walked back to the meeting point and found now three students also looking for the protest.

Slowly people arrived in ones and twos, and half an hour later a small crowd had arrived, icnluding a group from Class War with the Lucy Parsons banner. Still there was nothing happening, just people standing around and talking.

Some agency editors seem to prefer pictures like this.Not me

After a little more than an hour, someone organised people to stand with their banners alongside the curb. The view from the opposite side of the road was rather distant, and I always find such things boring. A thin narrow strip of protesters, the placards and banners too distant to read, and almost half the picture empty foreground. Exactly how not to photograph a protest, though if I were to send it with other images to the main agency that handles my pictures, its odds-on that some idiot editor would displace the image I’d selected as the lead image for the story with it.

I moved in closer, at some risk from the traffic which was still coming along the road at times fairly densely, and tried to find something a little more dynamic. If there are banners and placards I want them to be legible, and I like a little animation. I didn’t quite manage what I was looking for, but there were several such as the above which were certainly better.

Finally around 75 minutes after I arrived, the march set off, not along the road as I’d expected, but through the centre of that long block behind the people in the view from across the road, going into the Moorlands Estate through the gap in the centre of Southwyck House.

The fairly narrow path here made photographing a little tricky, and I don’t think I did as well as I might; in the centre of the estate the march stopped briefly a little short of where I’d anticipated and climbed on a small raised area, and I had to jump down and rush back, perhaps missing the best of the action there.

The march then came out in front of the Guinness Trust Estate, where tenants and leaseholders are fighting against eviction, and I assumed it would stop at least briefly there in support, again I was wrong-footed (and disappointed) when it turned away and marched on.

It made its way back past our starting point and under the railway bridge into the centre of Brixton (top image), going on to Windrush Square for a rally. Then it was time for more marching, up on the Brixton Road through the centre of Brixton – still fairly bustling even on a Sunday afternoon.

Again there was a small disappointment for me in that they marched past Brixton Police Station with its memorial tree to the victims of police killings without pause – given the nature of the event and the several speeches that had stressed the similar problems the black community has faced with police here it seemed to me an obvious target for protest – and the line of police outside showed they had come to the same conclusion.

The march went on to Loughborough Rd, marching through the centre of that estate and then returning down Coldharbour Lane – past the start point again and turning down to Number Six on Somerleyton Rd, a short life former kitchen given over to the community on a temporary basis.

The march was to continue from there after an interval there for rest and refreshment, but I’d had enough of walking around – we had already covered around 3 miles and left to catch a bus to Westminster, where I called in briefly at the Occupy Festival of Democracy before making my way home.

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