On the 14th line of this poem I use the derogatory term “coons” it is without context an offensive term which I would never use personally or sanction the use of by anyone else.
When taken in context this is the ranting of an ex-serviceman blighted by PTSD and Dementia. I would argue that it is relevant and appropriate in this setting/context as it highlights a disturbed mind.
It represents the deliberate discriminatory degradation of human beings by other human beings and the subsequent less discriminatory degradation of humans by the horrors of dementia.
I was requested to moderate this work on the website writeoutloud.net
In the context of maintaining realism and to portray life as it is/was I refused to do so.
As a result I was suspended from the site and am awaiting a decision on whether I will receive an outright ban.
Should we redline Spielberg’s scripts, sterilise reality? We do victims no service when we fail to represent the disgusting treatment they endured, that is what I am attempting to disclose here, the degradation of us all.
Additionally I have posted links to informative documentary evidence of the circumstances regarding the oppression and mistreatment of Kenyans during that period of history.
He’s marching now,
he is marching now,
Pants full of piss
He’s marching now,
squeezing the carers tits.
Catheter wrenched out
to a Sergeant Majors shout,
those Mau Mau bastards
burn them out
Came home to fuck all
pissed his wages against the wall.
“Fucking England, fucking Dragoons,
fucking jungle, fucking coons”
The Postman scared to come to the door
the letterbox a view to war
He’s marching now at eighty two
he gave his youth and mind for you
© Wolfgar 2019
I am quoting in this piece, I do not subscribe to my father in laws attitudes.
As for the conflict against the Mau Mau much has been aimed at the Brits which has detracted from the savagery of the Mau Mau, not that savagery of one side excuses that of the other.
I’m not sure if this is more about him then or him now, which is a sorrier state of affairs? You choose. He was a young man doing horrible things, he is now an old mad man haunted by horrors, suffering dementia and quite probably undiagnosed PTSD.
On point of correction here which reveals some poetic license, the unit my father in law served with was the Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers not the Dragoon Guards..his son later went on to serve in the Royal Irish Rangers.