Ros Scott 💙

Retired Academic (Maths/Maths Education).

[Ros Scott 💙 @ros49]

It turns out that the vile, cruel decision that @RachelReevesMP and @Keir_Starmer have taken to maintain the 2-child benefit cap will COST taxpayers £billions. https://t.co/dxrINKPTUL..

[James Melville 🚜 @JamesMelville]

Forget all the huge supermarkets and their mawkish Christmas adverts, this was the best Christmas advert - Enniskillen pub Charlie's put out this advert back in 2023. It’s brilliant.

[Peter Jukes @peterjukes]

Just to keep track, while the press shower themselves in awards for revealing Professor Arday’s ‘plagiarism’

Of the four of his 33 peer reviewed papers under question, ALL have been officially cleared of any plagiarism charges

Things you won’t read in the papers

[Ian Hodson @ianbfawu]

Want to cut the welfare bill? Pay wages people can actually live on so working people don’t need benefits to survive.

End the great rent rip-off. Build council homes instead of pouring taxpayers’ money into private landlords’ pockets.

Tackle poverty, not the poor.

[troovus @troovus]

Why do Labour always attack young people, pensioners, disabled people? People who didn't cause the mess we're in?

Why not take on corporate parasites, energy companies, water companies, private equity, landlords?

[BladeoftheSun @BladeoftheS]

The Government has until the end of the year to scrap the NHS-Palantir deal.

Do you want Palantir out of the NHS?

RT if you do.

Lets get them out.

[John McDonnell @johnmcdonnellMP]

As Netanyahu starts the process of turning the West Bank into a second Gaza our government has to act. The message needs to go out that this extension of the genocide will not be tolerated. Full sanctions and political isolation of Israel must be lead by the UK. https://t.co/Rs9OXX9tQu

[Abs @YoloBkind]

My heart just breaks all over for Jason Arday. 🥲

[Minerva @Politcalmind]

@Helen_Whately We must change this to be honest , Helen. Claiming nearly £2 million of tax payer money in ten years is disgraceful.

[Ros Scott 💙 @ros49]

@Helen_Whately: privileged, scrounging expenses claimant and defender of Saudi Arabia's disgusting regime (after accepting several thousand pounds worth of hospitality from their government) wants benefit cuts for the poorest and the disabled within our country. How VILE is that!

[Minerva @Politcalmind]

@Helen_Whately

[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

I am a member of the Norwegian Nobel Committee.

There are five of us. Five people, appointed by a parliament most of the planet could not find on a map, who decide, once a year, which human being the world has agreed to call good.

I know. I know. I think about it on the tram.

We meet in a building on Henrik Ibsens gate, a street named after a man who wrote almost exclusively about people discovering they are frauds, which nobody on the committee finds funny except me. There is a room with a long table and the portraits of the dead laureates looking down, Mandela, the Dalai Lama, a great many earnest men in spectacles, and one portrait we do not discuss, which is Kissinger, 1973, awarded while the bombs were still falling, after which two of our predecessors resigned and the satirist Tom Lehrer said political satire was now obsolete. We keep him on the wall. A reminder. Every family has the uncle.

It is October in Oslo, which means the sun gives up around four in the afternoon like a civil servant, and it rains the particular Norwegian rain that isn’t quite falling, just hanging there, judging you. I arrive with wet shoes. I always arrive with wet shoes. There is coffee, because this is Norway and there is always coffee, we drink more of it per person than almost anyone alive, and someone’s wife has sent kanelboller, the cinnamon buns, and we sit, five Norwegians, damp, caffeinated, sugared, and we decide the moral standing of the entire species.

Let me tell you how it actually works, because the world imagines a cathedral and it is, I promise you, a book club with a mandate.

287 nominations this year. 208 people, 79 organizations. Anyone can nominate, that’s the secret nobody understands: a professor, a parliamentarian, a former laureate, so the “nominee” list is meaningless, it’s a suggestion box, and every autumn some congressman nominates his own golden retriever and the press writes “SHORTLISTED.” Nobody is shortlisted. There is no short list the public ever sees. There is us, and the coffee, and the rain, and the portraits, and a Norwegian stubbornness that is older than the prize itself.

We read reports. The institute’s advisers write them, thick dull documents, and we argue. Our chairman told the BBC once that in the final meeting “there is a high temperature.” High temperature, for a Norwegian, means someone slightly raised an eyebrow and then apologized for it. We don’t do high temperature. We do a long silence, and then Kristin says “well,” and everyone knows exactly what “well” meant, and it’s settled. That’s our shouting. “Well.” You’d have to be raised here to hear the violence in it.

Now. This year. I will not say the name, because we never say the name, but you know the name.

A certain head of state wanted this prize the way a child wants a thing in a shop window, which is to say loudly, and in public, and with the full belief that wanting it was itself the argument. He said he deserved it. He said he’d ended eight wars, a number that grew most times he said it, like a fish. He had other heads of state phone us. Israel’s prime minister posted it on the internet, “Give him the Nobel.” The leaders of Cambodia and Pakistan announced they’d nominated him, as though announcing it were part of it, as though we tally mentions. A man flew around the globe collecting endorsements for a Norwegian committee the way you’d collect signatures for a petition to the council about a noisy dog.

And here, uff da, is the detail I treasure, the one that makes me smile into my coffee. The nomination deadline is the 31st of January. He took office on the 20th. So for all the phone calls, all the posts, all the gilded lobbying, the only nominations that could possibly count for this year’s prize were filed in the first eleven days of his term, before he had, by his own arithmetic, ended a single one of the eight wars. He campaigned all year for a prize whose window had shut while he was still hanging up his coat. We didn’t have to reject him. The calendar did. We just watched. Norwegians are very good at watching. We have long winters.

People think we sit there weighing his deeds. We don’t. That’s the thing I can’t make the world understand. We’re not grading his homework. We don’t owe anyone the prize for a ceasefire, however real, however loud the announcement. “He made peace” is not a sentence that ends in a medal, the way he believes it does, the way he believes every good thing ends in his name on it. The will of a dead Swede says the prize goes to whoever did the most for fraternity between nations. A dead Swede, I should add, who made his entire fortune inventing dynamite and selling arms, and spent his last years horrified at his own obituary, which called him a merchant of death, and so bought his way to immortality as a man of peace. The whole prize is one guilty arms dealer’s attempt to launder his name. We are, all of us, administering a dead man’s public relations. I find this clarifying. It keeps me humble. It should keep everyone humble, and it keeps, by my count, no one humble at all.

So who did we give it to?

An eighty-five-year-old woman. A judge. Born in Durban, under apartheid, granddaughter of a Tamil man who came to South Africa as indentured labor, a bus driver’s daughter from the poor Indian quarter, who became the first non-white woman to run a law practice in her province, who defended Mandela’s people when defending them was dangerous, who sat on the Rwanda tribunal and the court at the Hague, and who, at eighty-five, is right now a judge weighing whether a genocide is a genocide. When we told the world, our chairman said the rule of law “underpins the system we have set up to ensure peace,” and that “peace requires justice.” She wasn’t even in Oslo. She was in Nuremberg. In courtroom 600. The actual room where they tried the Nazis. You cannot stage that. God staged that, and God, it turns out, is a better satirist than any of us.

She did not phone us. She did not post. No prime minister demanded it for her on the internet. She had, as far as our deliberations are concerned, the one qualification the loud man could never manufacture, which is that she wanted the work and not the medal. The medal finds those people. It flees the ones who chase it. This is not a rule we wrote. It’s just the only pattern the hundred-odd years of our mistakes has ever shown.

The reaction from across the ocean was immediate. His spokesman posted that we “place politics over peace.” Ja. Perhaps. We’re five damp pensioners in a rainy city; of course it’s political, it was always political, it was political when we gave it to a sitting American president nine months into his first term for the promise of things he had not yet done, and we have been quietly embarrassed about that one for fifteen years, so believe me, we had a particular reason this year to prefer a woman with fifty years of verdicts behind her over a man with eight wars in front of him and a deadline already behind him.

Here is what he will never understand, the thing I’d tell him on the tram if he ever took one. We are the one prize he cannot buy, cannot post his way to, cannot have a friendly dictator phone in for him. Not because we’re incorruptible, nei, we’re as vain and wrong and human as the portraits on our wall. But because the entire point of the thing, the only power a small cold country’s book club has ever held, is that it goes to the person not performing the wanting. The moment you demand it, you’ve proven you don’t understand what it’s for, and proving that is itself the disqualification. He ran the most expensive campaign in the history of the prize and the campaign was the reason. He was never losing to Navi Pillay. He was losing to the concept.

It’s dark now. Four o’clock dark. The buns are gone. Kristin said “well” an hour ago and we all went home. I’m on the tram with my wet shoes, and somewhere across the water a very powerful man is explaining to a camera that the prize is rigged, that we’re corrupt, that he’ll win it next year, and he genuinely might, we’re only five idiots and we’ve been wrong before, Kissinger is still on the wall.

But not this year. This year an old woman in Nuremberg, in the room where the law once stared down the exact kind of man who thinks wanting a thing loudly enough should make it his, got a phone call she didn’t ask for.

That’s the job. We don’t reward the man who ends the war and announces it.

We reward the woman who spent fifty years deciding what a war was.

He’ll never see the difference. That’s rather the whole point of him.

Takk for i dag. I have to change trams.

[Alon-Lee Green - ألون-لي جرين - אלון-לי גרין 🟣 @AlonLeeGreen]

היום הראנו שיש כאן עוד תקווה. היינו עשרות ישראלים, ביחד עם עשרות פלסטינים, במסיק הזיתים בגדה המערבית. מול כל המתנחלים האלימים ומול וכל הפוליטיקאים ששולחים את הצבא לפגוע בקהילות הפלסטיניות - הראינו שבארץ הזו יש מקום לכולנו, שיש כאן אפשרות לשלום. תכלס, זה היה ממש מרגש 💜

[Mothin Ali @MothinAli]

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[Patrick Sturgis @patricksturg]

It is legal to purchase a copy of Mein Kampf in the UK.

[Jeremy Corbyn @jeremycorbyn]

More proof of the complete absurdity of the proscription of Palestine Action.

What a stain on this government that people in this country are unable to buy and enjoy the work of one of this generation’s greatest writing talents.

De-proscribe Palestine Action now.

[Patrick Corrigan @PatrickCorrigan]

If a great Irish writer’s books can no longer be published in the UK because she stands with Palestine, the question isn’t what law might Sally Rooney have broken, it’s what sort of country has Britain become. https://t.co/WMiKR25F0Y

[Harry Eccles @Heccles94]

The former British home secretary and buddhist daughter of a Kenyan descendant of Goan Catholics, and a Mauritian Hindu descendent of Tamil, born in Harrow, studied in New York, married to a Jewish South African who lived In Israel says multiculturalism has failed.

[David__Osland @David__Osland]

Reduce prison overcrowding by not jailing people for carry placards or being subpostmasters

[Khalid Sadur @KHALID4EWH]

Starmer went after pensioners by withdrawing their fuel payment

Why does @andyburnham think the reaction to pensioners picking up the tab for social care will be any different?

Those with the broadest, wealthiest, shoulders should bear the burden.

Back Your Party if you agree.

[Jeremy Corbyn @jeremycorbyn]

Show this to anybody who still denies the genocide. 

These were all people's homes. Completely and totally destroyed.

These images should haunt those who enabled Israel's crimes against humanity - and we will never give up until there is justice for the Palestinian people.

[Jeremy Corbyn @jeremycorbyn]

I strongly oppose the removal of the pensions triple-lock.

More than 2 million pensioners live in poverty. They will be the ones who suffer the most by taking away pension security.

We must protect the principle of universalism. That is why we opposed cuts to winter fuel - and that is why we must oppose any means-testing of the state pension.

This isn't about old versus young. This is about the super-rich versus the rest. That's why we should be taxing wealth to fund social care for all.