Kandola’s dreams, Naipaul’s nightmares and Yuval Hariri’s military myths (BBC calling ME a “crank”?! - part 2)

Intelek Int'l By Intelek Int'l, 20th Nov 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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On the advice of Illinois Attorney General Lisa Madigan's office, I recently alerted Illinois Governor Bruce Rauner that the University of Illinois is being implicated in the criminal conspiracy conceived by Barbadian parliamentarian Donville Inniss to deny me the proceeds of my intellectual property.

This article explains some of the social and historical background to this dramatic development.

It's particularly timely, exposing Brexiter Michael Gove's Indian friends.

How do you measure thought?

On the first day of my undergraduate Linguistics degree journey at the Barbados-based Cave Hill Campus of the University of the West Indies I had a rather tense exchange with Dr Korah Belgrave about the nature of “intelligence”.

The precise details of that exchange one early September 1995 evening are vague, but I believe that while delivering her lecture Dr Belgrave had said something about all people being of “average” intelligence, to which I rather thoughtlessly and unkindly responded that she seemed intent on proving the truth of that proposition herself.

I recall thinking “Oops!” almost as soon as the biting quip had passed my lips.

I also recall feeling a sense of satisfaction - possibly because my cutting quip and sharp wit was acknowledged by snickers and other stifled vocalizations by other students attending that first “Introduction to Linguistics”1 lecture.

I have little to no memory of Dr Belgrave’s response though.

I imagine she was a bit embarrassed and felt affronted.

But I cannot say that she was either with any kind of certainty.

I recall that she responded verbally but cannot recall what she said.

I believe that my failure to recall any significant detail of her response may reflect the relative shallowness of whatever sympathy I felt for her – relative to whatever conscious or unconscious, conceited satisfaction I felt about my quick wit.

At any rate, I didn’t apologize.

At least, not at that moment.

Some years later I called Dr Belgrave and tendered an apology.

But on the day of my heady ascent up the sheer faced esteem of my undergraduate UWI peers, I was, regrettably, rather indifferent.

I was rather Naipaulian or Kandolaesque in that moment.

I demonstrated something of the callous thoughtlessness and flint faced insensitivity that I would later come to expect more from the wits of the nihilistic novelist Sir Vidia Suprasad Naipaul and the capitalist cynic Surinder Kandola, the tyrannical ‘top topping’ of UK Domino’s Pizza franchisees, than from my own Christian-compassion-constrained intellectual pedigree.

Unfortunately for Ms Belgrave, I had something of a cruel Simon Cowell or Jeremy “people junking” Clarkson moment, as I demonstrated something of what my aspiring or emergent nemesis Esther Phillips might possibly describe as “the ruthlessness that makes for success.”

Let me think

I will return to Esther’s peculiarly polished, sophisticated brand of intellectual nastiness and nervousness momentarily.

At this juncture, I want to focus on Clarkson’s connection, like Mike Liggins’, with the BBC.

Might sexual predator Jimmy Savile have been as “successful” as he was because his kind of bullying ruthlessness is consciously or unconsciously cultivated and celebrated at the BBC – perhaps passing as harmless intellectual irony or eccentricity?

Could the conscious or unconscious cultivation of this simultaneously nasty and nervous (or carnivorous and cowardly) morality have played some part in Liggins’ labelling me a “crank” dismissively?

To what extent might such wicked, “witty” waylaying of other’s vulnerable moments be not only applauded and encouraged by the state broadcasting BBC, but also be an integral trait of British society?

To what extent might it be considered harmless, like the supposedly joking comments of my former Domino’s Pizza colleague Paul Coles, a patent racist whose 'harmless jokes' first evolved into a form of harassment and eventually turned deadly?

I was obliged, albeit reluctantly, to report Mr Coles to Norfolk Constabulary in 2014 because he had sent me a Facebook message with a picture of a tombstone with “J Campbell” written on it, cryptically identifying me.

Now a similar cruelty and insensitivity by the Barbados government has forced me to seek redress for intellectual property violations and related human rights abuses through Illinois Attorney General Lisa Madigan, whose office has in turn referred me to the Illinois Board of Higher Education and Governor Bruce Rauner.

Inked aggression

I heard an item on the brainy BBC Radio 4's program PM on September 28 during which a youthful sounding journalist with the Spectator argued the validity of what is being called “micro-aggression”.

But he is not the first and probably will not be the last person who can significantly influence UK public opinion who somewhat recklessly justifies, rationalizes or otherwise excuses subtle racial slights as not merely being “harmless” but a good thing for social cohesion.

I make some allowances for his youth, much like I made allowances for Coles’ youth and naivete when I reported his alarming conduct to the police.

In defence of their antisocial behaviour and insensitivity, what personal defence or social redemption might the more “mature” Kandola and Naipaul plea?

Might they say that their cutting-down of others was motivated by a difficult childhood that perhaps bred an excessively competitive drive to succeed?

Might they explain their capacity for cruelty as a skill cultivated in the “national interest”, because they were seeking to restore “Mother India’s” or, especially in Naipaul’s case, “Great Britain’s” past glory?

(Below I elaborate on Naipaul’s junking and denunciation of both his native Trinidad and his hereditary home India as he claimed Englishness.)

Might Liggins be secretly justifying his calling me a “crank” similarly?

Consciously, or subconsciously, might he and others at the BBC have reasoned “We can’t broadcast the fact that this black man has behaved so heroically (in his efforts to reform the cynical, corrupt corporate culture of Kandola’s Domino’s Pizza, which was discriminating against English workers)!”

“We can’t let others in Norfolk, the wider UK and the international community know what he has been doing for our Queen and country!”

Could some intellectual fascists and “rational” racists at the BBC or elsewhere in Britain’s heady social climbing community have heartlessly reasoned “One prominent black man, Abraham Eshetu, is enough for Norfolk, thank you very much Mr Campbell!”

Could some subtly right-wing, secretly Aryan supremacy sympathizing sociopath – a fan and funder of Michael Gove’s and other former Atlantic Bridge members’ nationalism perhaps - have viewed the suppression of my “David versus Goliath” (Intelek International versus Domino’s Pizza) exploits as a necessity because it presented a threat to the UK’s and the US’ wicked winning white wit mythology?

Might some friends of Mitt Romney, incensed by my witty denunciation of his Talibank thinking, exposed in his 2012 bid to unseat US president Barack Obama, have decided to endorse the efforts by Phillips, Professor Sir Hilary Beckles, David Comissiong, Margaret Gill, Nailah Imojah (a.k.a. Charmaine Gill), Dick and June Stoute, Donville Inniss and other “highly-educated” Barbadians’ to put or keep me in my place: “shut-out” of Barbados’ and any other sphere of official, mainstream acknowledgement or celebrity?

Might they, like errant elder Anthony ‘Mighty Gabby’ Carter, that proximate plagiarist, have determined that there is no room for any Edwin Yearwood-like youngster in Barbados’ musical popular imagination or heroic stories?

Like the “grabby Gabby”, an alleged gambling addict and would-be Griot, but for his perpetual use of greedy grips and grabbing fists and other, direct and indirect violence to settle disputes, instead of a Griot’s wit, might they have confused the seeming success of force with a more mature Maker’s success?

Naipaul, risen to the stature of Mount Everest when he was made a literary Nobel laureate, was still found to be insecure: still found to be fearing the flourishing of the mythical reputations of fellow Caribbean writers Kamau Brathwaite and Derek Walcott, the latter himself the first Caribbean-born literary Nobel laureate.

Naipaul still felt it necessary to negate his Trinidadian birthright and indicate that all of India would be virtually covered in “illiterate shite” were it not for his “divine” intervention.

The proximate, press murderer of his first wife Patricia Hale, Naipaul still felt the need to show that he was as strong as she was weak.

Risen to that literary zenith, a true penmanship peak, the grabby Gabby-like assaulter of his long-time concubine Margaret Gooding still felt the need to demonstrate his capacity for verbal battery.

Naipaul’s ruthlessness and restlessness is in fact testament to our dis-eased human condition, which the mere accumulation of cognitive awareness or other facets of external, form-focused knowledge does not relieve.

It attests to our persistent inability to find inner, conscience-centric grace and contentment, a restlessness of the soul that is part of the human condition associated with our affective intelligence abilities – or disabilities, as the case may be.

As I have noted elsewhere, Steven Covey, author of the Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, calls this insatiable psychic hunger the “insufficiency syndrome”.

The 'Hunger games'

I saw it operating in the life of Mekilah Kelly, a colleague of mine at City College Norwich during my brief sojourn there as an employee.

What a wondrously gifted but tragically compromised, paranoia-plagued woman she seems to be!

Unlike Naipaul’s “pet” Pat, Kelly didn’t sacrifice her career for a male partner, so far as I know.

But during the time that I knew her she seemed to have been seduced by the gold of imagined intellectual attainment, the eagerly sought education El Dorado of many elites - including "educational guru" Gove.

Possibly sharing an Amy Winehouse-like vulnerability, I hope Kelly’s story is not ending (or has not ended) as tragically as that shooting star Winehouse’s tragedy.

I hope the lead of rivalry riddled career academic reality does not fall too heavily on her.

I wish the same for another career climbing battery hen, Sandra Moore, current Broadcast Systems Manager at Fox International Channels Europe.

And Rupert Murdoch’s “Fox project”, led by the ferocious political fantasist Roger Aisles can be as calculating and callous a battery cage as any it seems.

As can the supposedly liberal Guardian newspaper, surprisingly.

More on that too, below.

For now, back to Moore.

Formerly a project manager with the BBC, when I met her holidaying in Barbados, Moore spoke contemptuously of the state of Caribbean journalism when she knew very little about it, as it seems to me.

I did not hold that against her though.

I held, and hold other memories close.

Most crucially, I hold the hope that the Irish, Ulster University educated Moore might now facilitate a more balanced understanding of the Caribbean’s, and especially Barbados’, complex media reality than she might have been capable of historically.

I am praying – and I do mean praying - that she has a firmer grasp of the limitations of cognitive and affective knowledge with which we all work – whether we are of exceptional or as Belgrave might say, “average” intellectual ability.

I understand the morish Moore’s hunger.

I understand the hunger games.

Like parched earth, we all hunger for the rain.

But our hungers, our incessant affective needs are no excuse for an abandonment of empathy.

They are in fact just the opposite, being evidence of human interdependence across gender, race, religion, language or any other marker of human diversity.

And of all markers of difference among human beings, are not notions, codes or “standards” of intelligence the most arbitrary?

They are as reliable as the Facebook profile that Gayle Newland constructed in her diabolical ‘vagina dialogue’ deception strategy.

Now there’s a sheer cliff face! What an absolute abandonment of grace!
What a trampling of humility! What a Kalibank crucifixion of honesty!

Like some intelligence tests, that lesbian charade may be justifiably labelled blatantly bloody.

Such measurements of intellect are thinly veiled forms of micro aggression, as deadly as Paul Coles’ “harmless joking”, potentially.

They share a dualistic optimism and pessimism that I detect in the metamimetic myth making of apparent atheist Yuval Noah Hariri.

I was treated to a snapshot of Israeli-Lebanese historian Hariri’s futuristic faith and fantasies via a promotional clip on the BBC, on the same day that I started this thought testament, coincidentally.

In the next chapter of this treatise I will explore how the gay military historian Hariri’s preoccupation with the use of force historically may be an indicator of a proximate Newland approximating violent “vagina dialogue” psychology.

In that respect, both the socio-psychological violence inflicted on the pacific Pat and the physical assault and battery perpetrated habitually on the masochistic Gooding by Naipaul are noteworthy.

So too, I might add, is the corporate abuse and violence in which Kandola’s Domino’s Pizza and the Romney-related Bain Capital, Domino’s parent company, share a complicity.

My own experience of homosexually motivated aggression and violence, perpetrated by both male and female members of Barbados gay community, which includes several persons of British, Indian, Jamaican, Trinidadian, American and various European and African nationalities, will also be addressed systematically.

I will be drawing particularly on the “botsie cosmology” psychosomatic framework that I first embarked on in my book Lewd Logic’s analysis of heterosexual and homosexual reality.

This may provide the opportunity to revisit a conversation, of sorts, that I initiated with novelists Caryl Phillips and Robert Antoni during their visit to UWI as part of a Faber and Faber promotional and fact-finding team.

How do you measure the a politician's, priest's, professor's or the press' sincerety?

My hope is to facilitate the quality of severely scientific yet compassionate and empathetic discussion and analysis that is so sadly scarce in both formal and informal educational settings, especially in the UK’s mainstream news sources and in this and other Western countries’ schools, colleges and universities.

And what can I say about the churches and other religious houses and seminaries?

Like Phillips (Esther) these houses of Brahmin Naipaul and other Biswases seem as committed now as they have ever been to conscious or unconscious chicanery and mischief.

Like former Marxist historian Eugene D. Genovese, they seem to have strategically or subconsciously surrendered or reverted to conservative, paternalistic or maternal analytical instincts while still insisting on their liberal pedigree.

Small wonder then that they chime with polarized elements of the press so harmoniously.

Small wonder that for every denunciation and dismissal as a “crank” that I may suffer at the hands of the BBC, I can point to a Phillips-like put down, done in the interest of piety.

Such is the mainstream press’ priest-like muddled morality.

In an intervention at a conference marking the centenary of the birth of Open University founder Michael Young last week, I felt obliged to describe the state of Western journalism as a cess pit, noting how like Western politics, it has been hijacked by special interests.

And as previously reported on this platform, I was recently prompted to create a petition calling on the Guardian newspaper to “repair” its reckless reporting on the very volatile, potentially sexual and other violence justifying and provoking issue of reparations for trans-Atlantic slavery.

As a follow-up to my participation in the Young Foundation centenary conference I have been informing others who attended about this petition.

Activists including the Guardian’s social affairs editor Randeep Ramesh and others know that I am deeply concerned about the morally rudderless, analytically adrift, anchor-anaemic tendencies of all British media entities, not just the BBC.

And like other media commentators, I have previously noted the connection between the battery cage-like constriction of knowledge production as corporate interests exert their Savilesque, insatiable interests on both formal and informal channels of education increasingly.

Moreover, in my analysis of thought trends and trajectories I persistently emphasize my determined independence of both carnivorous capitalist interests and sleep-walking socialist ideologues and ideologies.

As my published, on-going efforts to rehabilitate Lloyds Bank and my lesser-known efforts to reform Unite the Union, simultaneously, make clear, in my head and heart the differences between such corporate goliaths are not as consequential as they may seem.

Both bankers and trade unionists function as middle-men or media-tors and in my experience are as capable of Guardian and Fox News distortions of truth as the basest, most corrupt and opportunistic, credibility and credit leveraging clergyman – or woman.

So far as I can tell, both bankers and trade unionists, figure prominently in the criminal conspiracy that Barbados business minister Inniss, a number of religious clerics and other secular and religious knowledge workers on either side of the Atlantic, including some University of Illinois employees, have apparently been weaving and waging against me.

As I informed Illinois Governor Rauner’s office last week, I base this claim on actual engagement (by phone call and email) with the that university.

This is not some Hariri historical hallucination or fantasy.

It is in fact based on a “suspension of communication” that I have come to recognize as a diabolically cruel, sophisticatedly sinister alienation and exploitation (and sexploitation) strategy.

It shares elements with the superficially sagacious ‘cold shoulder’ I suffered at the hands the BBC Norfolk’s Liggins and his colleagues Wendy Witham and Garey Standly.

It also recalls elements of current communication anomalies and curiosities that characterize my current interactions with the Safeguarding Officer of East Anglia’s Roman Catholic diocese, Mike Thurley, and Reverend Simon Ward, Priest in Charge of the three Anglican churches that populate the parish of my local community.

I don’t recall exactly what Ms Belgrave told me when I called and apologised to her some years after the unfortunate incident that marked the beginning of my 10-year, elongated student engagement with UWI.

I merely remember her speaking of her Christian faith and inviting me to visit her church, possibly.

I hope to do so one day but until then I feel assured of her goodwill and enjoy a fellowship with her that time and distance do not impede.

Nor do any concerns about intellectual ability.

I am assured that she and I understand each other and that we are bound together by the truth that sets her, Phillips, Liggins, I and all others, known and unknown, knowing and not knowing, free.

I dedicate the following poem, entitled Think to “all o we”.

How do you measure thought?
Let me think.

Can you truly outline it on paper
As a writer does with ink?

Do we really communicate it in the spoken word?
Plato would say that Idea is absurd.

You measure thought
In deeds of thoughtfulness.

A true thought could be more
But it is certainly no less.







Barack Obama, Esther Phillips, Mitt Romney, Surinderkandola, Vs Naipaul

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author avatar Intelek Int'l
"I think therefore I jam"
I'm a holistic communication and education specialist, trading as Intelek International (www.intelek.net).
I write about spirituality, science, philosophy, politics, love.

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