One World Media training- International Reporting
“This workshop will be led by freelance investigative journalist and filmmaker, Julie Noon. Julie has lived, worked and played in over 60 countries from South Sudan to Central African Republic and Afghanistan, where she spent months embedded with British Forces. Specialising in foreign affairs for award-winning series and critically acclaimed strands, she has Produced, Directed and Series Produced for many broadcasters, including Channel 4’s ‘Dispatches’ and ‘Unreported World’, and the BBC’s ‘This World’. Her work has been nominated and shortlisted for numerous awards and several of her films have been shown in Parliament, with some prompting policy and legal change”.
I decided to attend one of these workshops. Mainly to start getting some real training regarding reporting but I am under no illusion. I was there to research what is going on in the UK regarding media and training and what the structure is in relation to Government and Policy. I did no research beforehand. I went in with a completely open mind. I did no research on Julie Noon either. I like to take people and situations as I find them with zero preconceptions.
The building where One World Media is located is situated a short distance from Southwark Tube south of the river. Some research on my mother’s side of the family on genealogy websites over the years has put most of her father’s side of the family, migrating to London from Essex, and previously Lincolnshire at the beginning of when records began to St Olave and Southwark, so as I left my hotel and caught the Tube on the first day of “The Beast from Siberia” – it was a warm feeling of coming home. That area of London is something for me. Hundreds of years of history. And as my Mother’s father worked in the War Office with Churchill, one not to be easily discarded, as I told myself Tubing through London being snubbed by the Tossers embarking and disembarking around Bond St and Green Park. It’s been such a while since I travelled to London I’d forgotten what Tossers they are to be honest. Smiling to myself smugly as I imagined their impractical footwear would probably cause them to slip over. From the latest trainers worn with trainer socks and flimsy slim fitting trousers to hand made leather shoes with a flimsy suit. The girls in either the same trendy but swarm like unoriginality uniforms of trainers with ankle flesh on show, (if you dressed like that up my way someone would probably stop you and ask to buy some drugs), or impractical shoes with legs peeking from flimsy short skirts and skirt suits. I had my sheepskin snowboots on with something to change into once I was at my destination. They are certainly not “On Trend”, but in my opinion, you don’t spend that amount of money on something that an animal was used to make 7 years ago, and then chuck them out because they are not “On Trend”. And at least mine are not made from any animal perhaps skinned alive. They are just right for my world and I find the Tossers and Sheeple amusing. The treads on my sheepskins are a bit like tractor tyres.
As I left my hotel that morning in one of my favourite areas of London, I was certainly ‘stable” on the British snowed pavements. I got an unbelievably great deal. And was so delighted when I arrived. Because far from being ‘you get what you pay for’ in London, my hotel is run by Iranians. And the pavement outside was gritted and salted so I was able to get my bearings without slipping over. I’d had a good breakfast and my room was clean and pleasant. In fact the entire experience was an absolute pleasure. And good deal or no good deal I will be going again. The staff are mostly multinational. As were most of the clientele. And the high street near the hotel is full of every type of cuisine you could wish for, and it’s authentic.
I walked past another hotel that was a bit more traditionally British. Immigrant hotel staff in flimsy “Post Colonial” uniforms in “Colonial Style” had been tasked to clear the pavement of snow and ice outside, but given only soft brooms to do it. The snow was already packed underfoot, and their faces were chilled and frustrated, while some Tosser shouted at them from inside the foyer. Like two male Cinderellas they were, tasked with sorting rice from seeds, or they shall not go to the ball. Except they had been given the impossible task of sweeping hard packed snow already turning to ice with soft brooms usually used only for sweeping dust, on a smooth interior floor, or perhaps spilled rice and seeds. I thought about taking a picture, but didn’t want to humiliate them even further. I should have done really. I am fascinated by Ideology and the supercilious and patronising western Ideology especially. It doesn’t matter where you go in the UK. And it doesn’t matter how many Law Changes the Government do regarding Hate Crime. The British Establishment has such an ingrained and false superiority complex, and it’s abusive, and it’s really not changed since the Slave Trading days. I’ve just finished filling in my feedback form for the One World Media training day, and under “comments” I put:
“My Father’s Mother campaigned for and drew up Laws to prevent children from being sent down mines and up chimneys, and forced the Govt. to open schools for them all. She died in my lifetime”.
It wasn’t really subjective, it was asking for my job/background. So I gave that and in my usual way added something subjective but non subjective. I just wanted to rub it in how very inferior this Country really is, as I added that:
“We are all Aryan” on the “Ethnic background comments section…….and : “12,600 years ago Europe was under an Ice Age, while elsewhere the Countries we now patronise on every level had already invented Math, Science and mapped the Stars and produced a usable Calendar”……
Perhaps that is what’s wrong with the British for so many centuries, with so few exceptions. The British just resent that. The British are just so resentful, and belittling and bullying and being loud with the bullying is their answer. Whatever the reason – the Ideology of British Society on many levels is interesting. And I enjoy studying it.
One World Media is a very British Institution. Situated in a building crammed full of many other very British Institutions. The lecture room was crammed full of young students and graduates. All hungry for jobs and projects. Very few of them were educated in anything else other than Journalism, Film Making or Multi Media. I met one young man who had studied Paleaontology and spent 4 years in Columbia. Other than that I was on my own, as he was. I didn’t notice any individuals there from Geopolitical or Social Sciences. And in fact if anyone raised any topics or content to a topic that included Geo Politics they were slammed down and shut up verbally by Julie Noon. With her face reddening and a hard stare. Julie Noon is an interesting character and within five minutes I had sussed her. She has been an “International Reporter” on a few mainstream TV Programs plus she produces and looks after “Stacey Dooley”. I quite like Julie Noon, it takes a lot to make me really loathe someone or what they stand for, mostly I felt sorry for her. She seems to have a good heart and some of the issues she covers, especially with the Stacey Dooley programs are well meaning. However she is just a Slave Bot to the system and revealed neatly for us all in a nutshell, how much of a Slave Bot she is and how it has happened. She in fact revealed a lot. She started out with an over enthusiastic introduction on her experience as an International Correspondent for the BBC. Happy to share it with a fast and rapid presentation manner that was actually “pressured” and “manic” in it’s rapidity, and allowed for not one question and no feedback at all. She fired at us how “you have to be the right person for the job”. In her case this entails being married to a member of the British Military and using her Maiden Name for her Vocation. In fact she proudly let us all know that in her type of job you get two British Passports, in her case one in her Maiden name and one in her Married name. So she can go to Israel and still get into the UAE on transit and anywhere else she likes. It’s “standard” apparently. If you have the right “Credentials” with one of One World Media’s Partners. You automatically get two British Passports, even if both of them are in one name. Undergoing Military level fitness training in order to carry heavy BBC Camera Equipment and get it all through customs in various Countries, before being dumped unceremoniously at the largest US Base in Afghanistan to find her own tent and carry her camera around with US Military to make a film. (Well they are not going to make that easy for anyone are they? If they do you might notice something they don’t want you to notice). And of course you must have money with you to pay “Bribes”. With the enthusiasm of Brown Owl at a Brownie Camp mid 1980 she talked for England with narcissist superiority until I was literally holding my face in my hands with embarrassment for her. She is an “Advert” for US/UK Military with as much Patriotism as Trump. Face reddening, arms waving, voice pumping, manic and pressured. And with absolutely no idea of the power of Social Media and the rising level of Activism she narrated her experiences.
She singled out people in the room who had obviously filled in their application forms mentioning they intended to travel to cover “International Correspondence” and actually pointed at them. Singling them out with a finger or a hard patronising stare. Like a Drill Sergeant interviewing a potential recruit and failing them on their fitness. The message was clear. To work for the BBC you have to be in with the Military and Military Fit. “Of course you do” I retorted firmly and loudly to the room…..”If you work for the BBC then you are most definitely a “Target”…..in fact you couldn’t be more of a Target”……and then I added “Has anyone heard of Vanessa Beeley?”….loudly.
Her reportage of the first quarter of the Seminar, peppered with how to get a “Fixer” by approaching one of the Institutional Orgs., and a narration of her Experiences in South Sudan, and how “Fixers” in some Countries are just one Fixer catering to everyone, there is no other, declined from being a “Militarised Bully“ to something akin to a six-year-old child, her naivety was very childlike. Arms waving, face reddened and a childlike ability to cut dead any question or comment that she didn’t like or didn’t want in front of the room, with rapid speech and spoiled tantrum of a six-year-old that wants their own way. It was preconceived, how to get the Slave Bots Propaganda Trained. How much of it with her is intentional and how much she is brainwashed I couldn’t establish early on in the day. Her experiences that she wanted to share were threefold really. Afghanistan at Camp Bastion and bragging about seeing body bags coming back while she was there, a loud exclamation that is when you know you have reached the pinnacle of your career and how exciting it is to be in the biggest US Base in the world. Size of a small city don’t ya know. South Sudan, and by far, in my opinion, the only good piece of work she has ever done, which was her reporting in Iraq (backed by UK Military of course and entrenched with their support), of Yazidi women escaping from Da’ish. As I have already stated, I don’t loathe her, Julie Noon has a good heart, she just doesn’t actually know anything Geo-Politically. And if she does, she’s sold out and any change in her personal brief is going to cause massive friction in her Marriage. It’s similar to Trump and Ivanka. Julie Noon’s Career contains so much Nepotism she couldn’t possibly ever be accused of being unbiased. In fact, she is ruined. She is a ruined reporter. And she can’t even see it. When I returned to my Hotel and did some Post Research on her, it surprised me not that she has no facebook presence (that is visible anyway) and no presence whatsoever in fact. Online. She is so shut away in her delusional world of British – how would Pepe Escobar describe it? Oh yes – “Exceptionalism” – I realised perhaps why her speech was so pressured and manic, and her persona switched so rapidly from “Militarised Bully” to “Infantile”.
The first break time – I poured myself a coffee and sat on my own back in the lecture room. I was surrounded by young graduates and a buzz of conversation such as a young American student droning on in a flat voice about her placement with CNN., and it was still early in the day and I didn’t want to get chucked out. And by this time I really did feel that if I spoke to anyone I would indeed get chucked out.
The rest of the day consisted of revealing how Stacey Dooley got the job (she applied as a young “Fashionista” when the BBC were advertising for a “Reality TV Show” – putting British Youngsters into Clothing Factories where children work. She got noticed because she is a “Character” that asks “Questions”).
I have to admit here that I like Stacey Dooley and her “Questions” in those shows. But I and the rest of the room were “aghast” that when Julie Noon first met her as her “Producer”, she was too frightened to even go on the London Underground. I was “Aghast” at Julie Noon’s hypocrisy. It was only half an hour previously that she was manically ramming everyone in the room with opinions fired like missiles to destroy anyone in the room that would not accept that to be an “International Correspondent” you have to be the “Right person for the job” and have Military Training and fitness credentials. And here, just half an hour later she divulged with equal exceptionalism that Stacey Dooley got the job as a mere “Fashionista” who was afraid of going on the Tube, yet with the US Militarised BBC support, has managed to enter some really dangerous places and expose herself to some really dangerous experiences. I love Stacey Dooley don’t get me wrong, I love the idea that a mere “Fashionista” can embark on such a successful career, and that her own personality and character can be so successful and engage young people to look at key issues. But even Stacey Dooley is a Propaganda Tool. As many of us already know. And the rest of the room having spent years in expensive education were not impressed that someone with no education can be fast-tracked to a job like Stacey’s when they have worked long and hard, and in some cases taken out massive Student Loans.
The roomful of young budding reporters was now on a similar wavelength to me, even if only slightly so, or just beginning to wake up. I felt suddenly refreshed and more confident of the ability of these youngsters to question. Some were aware, however, and a percentage of them suddenly became sycophants. which was terribly depressing. Obviously, enough of them are prepared to become sycophants in their desperation to pay off their student loans and actually have a career in what they have studied. Others are just sycophants. But then in the next break, I heard one of them tell about how their Uni Project was all about the Heros the “White Helmets”, so I despair. Of course, their Uni Projects were about that. Why was I so surprised?
We were all given lots of information on how employing the likes of Stacey Dooley get ratings up, how it’s all about Ratings in fact (International reporting is all about Ratings, not Truth) and although I can see how including celebrities engage more of the population to look at Key Issues and divert from their shallow pointless Slave Bot lives, what is the point when most of it isn’t even true, or biased and “Staged” so that it resembles a pointless continual stream of INGSOC information. And the afternoon and “Role Play” based on a Scenario of interviewing a young “prostitute” in an illegal Gold Mine in Peru summed up for me how the BBC and British Militarised Exceptionalism Media is constructed until everything is taken away leaving only simplified Propaganda that the UK Voters will swallow and vote for Political and/or Military Intervention. The Brothel owner, in this Case, was not allowed to be interviewed in case he/she and I quote: “ Gave a wider Political Perspective”. The “Brief” and the construction was simply just a “patronising” soundbite with no information at all, and a reason to belittle a country in Latin America. Clearly, the Gold Mines are illegal because they are not “Corporate”. But that isn’t allowed to be asked. I was hushed and a long arm with a finger waving me to the door and belittled for mentioning such comments, several times. In fact, Julie Noon and her worried looks towards the Course Co-ordinator was fascist in her censorship of feedback. This scenario was based on something that perhaps Stacey Dooley would be doing. And I remembered her program on Child Prostitution in the Philippines, and wonder if Stacey herself will one day realise that there is a huge US Military base in the Philippines, that the Sex Tourists are mostly American and British, and has she questioned the use of American and British Apps used to target British Children by Paedophiles? And the fact that Russia has cut off hundreds of Dark Net Sites so if you are in Russia you can’t even access the Marketing of Child Sex Tourism. Yet Stacy Dooley Investigates just runs along Militarised BBC Programming, which covers these issues yet comes up with absolutely zero solutions.
By this time I had warmed to Julie Noon a bit more as she appears to be passionate about such issues. But just too lost in her British Exceptionalism to think outside the box geo Politically. Or perhaps it’s the nepotism and she just can’t. her face when showing a clip of the Blur Popstar investigating cocaine in Columbia, and grabbing a handful of nearly finished cocaine with juice running off it was the same as mine. Total head in hands disgust. And she asked me when I put my hand up first what was the first thing that came into my mind after watching the clip, and I stated “the amount of cocaine that he has just absorbed through his skin when he grabbed it”, and I could see that Julie Noon was warming to me. We’d found some common ground at last.
The “One World Media” Org. can offer to fund for Media Projects. Apparently, Multi Media does not sell, so they don’t want it, despite Reuter’s advertising for content creators. And the only Media Partners that One World Media has are the BBC, Channel Four and Al Jazeera News. I will leave my synopsis on the psychology of naming it “One World Media” to the end of this meander. I have something else to cover first.
As I waited for my cab in reception, I got chatting to the receptionist. She is a Greek Cypriot immigrant and proper East End. I heard all about her son-in-law who is prosecuting the military and getting beaten up by squaddies for doing it. He left under a cloud when he sussed out CIA ISIS, or something, etc., and can’t get his pension for PTSD. Her daughter is a nurse and an exceptional person ( and for once I am using the word “exceptional” as a compliment not an observation of the psychology of a mentally ill concept). She told me of what is going unreported in Cyprus, how when she was a girl there were forced disappearances etc., and I thought of the only friends I have ever made that have emigrated to Cyprus and how disappointed I am in those friendships. All I hear from their newsfeeds is how they want to do Acid House in Cyprus and how masses of people holding hands around the world could bring World Peace. They never Post on facebook any content that is actually in reality at all. And as for any political information, well, they are so long now, years, in fact, creating their delusional little world, they can’t face reality. They probably think the British Govt. will arrest them at the airport next time they jaunt home if they do. Too much Weed and paranoia have either created the Fear Factor to such epic delusional proportions, or they could actually be so shallow, that is their reality without the “fear factor”. If it’s the latter I do wonder why they still follow my facebook wall. It’s quite astonishing.
The Beast from Siberia is in full swing by now and in London, it really was more of a beast than it was when I returned to the Midlands a couple of days later. There is no taxi prepared to venture down that side street. So walk to the Tube I must. 3 less bored looking women, in fact, three switched on looking women emerge from the lift. I’d been watching a succession of bored with their jobs (but not knowing why) women emerge from that lift, employed in jobs in that building in “Militarised Global Charities”. There was no way I was walking to any tube with any of them. And the “Beast” was in such full swing, and the side street so remote, it wouldn’t have been wise to venture out not in a group. So I finally tagged along with the 3 ‘switched on” looking women and enjoyed looking at the architecture of Southwark side streets, where for so many generations the branch of my Hyde family had called home. I was asked what I had been doing in the One World Media building address, after stating how I loved these side streets so much. And so I told them. Two of the women together walking in front, and me side by side with the other. In my usual way, I gave a synopsis of why I was there and what I had discovered. And even more so than the Receptionist, this woman was really interested. And asked questions. I finished my five-minute synopsis of my day, and asked her what she did. She informed me that she is a Psychiatrist, all of them are in fact, working in the National Psychiatrists Association. Which is in that building. I said to her, “Can I ask you a question?”……”Of course” she said. I said:
“Over the last, I would say three years into my foray of Geo Political and Social Media Analysis, something keeps cropping up in my mind. And I’d really appreciate your opinion. If the British – or indeed any other population was being bombarded with Propaganda, on a massive scale, then that population would know that they were being lied to, even if they didn’t know what the lies are?”
“Yes they would” – she replied.
“If that is the case, then am I correct in thinking, that this would cause a “Spike” in cases of Mental Illness in that Population?”
“Yes it would” – she replied.
By this time we had got to the barrier. I was so excited by this discussion and the reception of my question, a question that had been burning in my mind for years, and a question that I knew the answer to, but just needed it ratified, I had not got my Oyster card out of my handbag and had to set my bag down on the floor and remove leather gloves to retrieve it. The Psychiatrists had gone through with daily practised precision. She looked back eagerly, and waved me towards her – she was enjoying this discussion. “Are you coming?” she said. “You go on” I said, “I’ve forgotten to get my Oyster out” and I was beaming yet shy. She understood. My shyness had washed over me. And I needed some time alone to absorb that fact, that yet again, I had thought of a “Philosophy” that explained the massive rise in cases of Mental Health in the UK, or something else equally as huge, and realised why it was happening. And that I have not seen anyone write about it or get it published. In fact, the way that the Psychiatrist replied to my questioning, lead me to believe that this was going to benefit both our careers, and perhaps enable both of us to make some change. And at that point, I needed to just be alone. Overwhelmed but in a really good way.
As I travelled through London to Queensway, I met the Tossers around the central area on the central line again. I was stood holding the rail above me on a really packed out tube. A young, female, supercilious Tosser in a flimsy skirt and jacket pushed me from behind. She had been looking distastefully at my large holdall. (It’s not leather and it’s Autumn 2017). The pain in my joints sang. I turned around and said, “Can you stop pushing me please, I’m disabled”. I had already noticed there was plenty of space behind her and the young couple’s eyes that were behind her warmed to me as I said it. She gathered herself quite magnificently and gestured magnanimously toward the seat that is reserved for the Disabled. I had predicted that she may do this so I looked at her astonished at her stupidity. In that seat was sat an elderly Asian looking lady with her husband sat beside her. The pair of them had the weight of the world on their brows. When you have pain sometimes as part of a Disability you quickly learn to see it in others.
I moved my entire upper body around to engage her with direct eye contact and noticed the young couple again stood two feet behind her with two feet of space between them and her looking amused. I said, looking at her astonished at her stupidity: “Firstly, how do you know that the person already occupying that seat is not also Disabled, and for me hanging off a rail with one arm and balancing myself with a side rail is less painful at the end of a long day than being pushed in a crush on a moving tube while I bend down, take my shoulder bag off and sit down and get up again. And in any case, it’s only a couple of stops”. She continued. Unwilling to give up. And stated, “It wasn’t my fault it was the people behind me, they pushed me”. The couple behind her opened their eyes wide in denial. When she took her hand and pushed me for the sake of it, I had seen it and by this time we had an audience of interested fellow passengers. I said ( looking at her directly ) “I’m physically disabled, not mentally disabled” and the atmosphere of our fellow travellers turned to amusement. I turned my back on her and walked off the tube, it was my stop.
Later back at my hotel, after a meal out of Persian stewed lamb with greens and herbs, having watched with amusement an unending stream of Tossers in expensive attire stream in and out of MacDonalds from their expensive and illegally parked cars, (you know the type that will take a massive handful of MacDonald’s serviettes to fill their glove compartments with and call it beating the system), I filled in my feedback form emailed to me by One World Media. And in another “Comments Section” in a subjective but non subjective way, I typed:
“Do any of you actually have a map of the world next to your desks, and have you thought about adding the world’s Media outlets and marking them on that Map? Because the title “One World Media” seems rather an oxymoron to me”.