I get into the tube station in Camden (london for those in the dark about my whereabouts), I get onto the platform, and to my right is a big pile of sick. I think to myself, ‘Don’t breathe any of the smells, just keep waking’ completely in my own world. All I care about it the fact that the tube isn’t there the second I get onto the platform, after all someone else will take care of that mess, right? Well my train arrives 2 minutes later, but as I’m looking down the platform at my train arriving, I see a black man walking up to the pile of sick with a mop. It’s not a major issue really I’m sure it happens regularly on a friday in the london underground, but I can guarantee it’s a black man 90% of the time cleaning up the gunk, and I think that’s truely awful. The truth of the matter is that, this is the harsh reality of the situation and I can’t help but feel a certain amount of sorrow and disgust.

Rich white girls take on the world, get wasted, puke on the train and everywhere and then the black man makes it right.

We cook your meals. We haul your trash. We connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not fuck with us.

And yet as far as I can see we exploit in more' sociably acceptable' manners. This point more than anything was hammered to me by a very smart and softly spoken guy at work. He said a line which just made me sit up and think about the society that I am currenly a part of.

The peasants work for the lords. He was saying this in direct reference to the actual land laws in England and this thing called ‘Leasehold’ and ‘Freehold’. All of Westminister is not owned by the people that claim that land. It’s owned by one man, and eventually that land will go back to him. Hell he’s even called Lord Westminister.

The peasants work for the lord. The more things change the more they stay the same.