The Story of George Rolph. (part iv)

DAY 23: FROM GEORGE ROLPH – A STATEMENT OF REASONABLE DEMANDS AND A FURTHER CALL TO ACTION.

Posted on 12th June 2013 – Day 23 of George’s Hunger Strike

George’s FB page:https://www.facebook.com/george.rolph.564?fref=ts

 

A STATEMENT OF REASONABLE DEMANDS AND A FURTHER CALL TO ACTION.

 

George Rolph

14 hours ago

 

“When I first began this protest it was in a state of general fury, that a government in the UK would DARE to attack the most vulnerable people in the country and allow a private IT Company to profit from their misery. It was like a return to the days of Robin Hood; robbing the poor to give to the rich! Sheriff of Nottingham style.

 

I could not stand for that and no other decent person should either.

 

It was NEVER just about what they had done to me in removing all my benefits and leaving me on the verge of destitution. It was also about those mothers and fathers who found, like me, all income cut off who could not now feed either themselves or their children. It was also about those men and women fighting every day to survive in the face of crippling physical and mental illnesses; who were already living on the edges of poverty; now finding that the safety net that may have paid for all their lives with National Insurance Contributions being pulled out from under them as the government and ATOS pushed them off the high wire above it.

 

Now, let me just say this so there are no misunderstandings. If you are fiddling the system and are drawing money out you are not entitled too then in my eyes, you are scum. Nothing less than a common thief and you should be jailed and made to pay back every penny. However, this fight is not about those doing that. This fight is about people who are genuinely sick and need our help.

 

The problem here lies NOT with the sick and disabled, but with assessments that are target driven and which take no account of the real lives of those sick and disabled people. The problem is that the tick-box system that has been put in place is clearly unfit for purpose and MUST be scrapped.

 

There is also another issue and that is far more pressing because it is killing people at a rate of up to 32 a week, who are driven to despair and placed in a position of unrelenting fear. My first argument relates to those people.

 

Here than are my two demands and these are NOT negotiable.

 

1. That anyone who appeals against the decision to stop their benefits MUST have those benefits restored until the appeals process is complete.

 

2. The government will set up a genuinely independent committee of people with medical backgrounds, to look hard and quickly at the failings of the ATOS system; and make rapid and permanent changes to ensure that a holistic approach to each patients needs and concerns is fully implemented, BEFORE any decision is taken regarding their suitability for employment.

In other words, a system where patients attending assessments is put in place, whereby those patients are given space and time to explain how their illness affects their everyday life; and that those statements are also recorded and entered into evidence.

 

Both of these demands are reasonable. Both are achievable. Both are desirable.

 

If these demands are met then my protest can end and we can all get on with trying to live a normal life. There is nothing extreme about these demands and nothing in them that any reasonable minded person can object too. If the government refuse to implement these two recommendations and to do it quickly, this protest will become about corporate manslaughter charges and an ever escalating, non violent, but VERY LOUD international protest.

Now, in case any government ministers from both coalition parties are still under any illusions they can simply ignore this issue, let me spell this out:

 

Politically, this will utterly destroy you as political entities! NO ONE will ever trust you again and you will be confined to the dustbin of political history as people who tipped from democracy to cruel, idealogical tyranny. When the vast majority of our people have understood exactly the magnitude of what you have been doing, their anger will become utter disgust and then fury and you will be finished.

 

Furthermore, less the socialists among us are also thinking this will have a minimum impact upon them politically, let us just say this. We know and remember that it was YOU that introduced ATOS into this land and it was YOU that started this whole ball rolling. YOU will ALSO be brought to account for the deaths and misery it has caused.

 

We are NOT your serfs any longer. Get used to it! THOSE DAYS ARE GONE.

 

You are public servants NOT public masters. You are elected to serve THE PEOPLE not the policy whims of David Cameron, the EU, your whips, the media or those business lobbyists buying your ears. Trim your arrogance now while you can or we, the people, will trim it for you, and all the force and threatenings you can muster will not be enough to stop us. Your tin-pot feudal empire will not stand without the cooperation of the people and if you wish to avoid an English Spring you would do well to listen. No one sane wants trouble for his land and his people, but no one sane wants a government boot stamping on their necks either. Do not force a choice between the two.

 

I am one voice with a growing number of supporters but do not think you can just silence me and the whole thing will go away. From the ashes of my life will grow a movement that you will NEVER stop. Not because I am great, but because our PEOPLE are great and despite your best efforts to pervert them, enough have resisted those efforts to understand the difference between common decency and evil. They will form the hardcore of an avalanche that will sweep away those corrupt vermin now running our country. Once that happens here, it will spread around the developed world.

 

The population have been sending you old guard politicians very clear signals for a very long time. The rise of UKIP is the strongest of all those signals and your old methods for using the media to shape public opinion in your favour is weakening by the day. Ignore them at your peril. The spirit of the British lion is stirring. If it wakes up and roars you will never defeat it.

 

In closing I want to say a word to those urging me to give up because the psychotics in suits in Westminster cannot be beaten.

 

Go away from me!

 

I will not listen to you.

 

A war conducted by defeatist cowards can never be won. This fight goes on until those two very reasonable demands are met. Fight with me or go away. I have neither time nor energy to battle with you. I am offering my own life to save the lives of others. That is the tradition laid down over the millennia of human history. Some fights are worth dying for. This is one of them. To live in a land that would do these things to the very weak would be intolerable to me and only when YOU feel the same way will you have any understanding of why I am making this stand.

 

In times of war, it is good and right to call upon others to risk their lives for us in combat. This is a war none of us wanted. It was declared by a bunch of hyperactive civil servants who have forgotten the word ‘servant’ in their job description. I do not want to die, but neither can I live in a land willing to tolerate this evil when we have sent millions of our best young people to spill their blood around the world to prevent tyranny ruling. This is a domestic tyranny. It is REAL. It MUST be fought.

 

I am NOT the peoples saviour. I know of and acknowledge only one saviour – my Lord Jesus Christ – and He said this: Greater love has no man than this; that a man lays down His life for another. John 15:13.

 

Because I love you. Because you matter to me. Because I want YOUR suffering and the suffering of your relatives to end. I offer my life willingly. No one is taking it from me.

 

So,

 

GET UP!

 

STAND UP!

 

FIGHT BACK!

 

YOUR PEOPLE NEED YOU!

 

George Rolph.

11th June 2013

 

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3 Replies to “The Story of George Rolph. (part iv)”

    1. Hi Hans,

      George is still alive, still on hunger strike and still fighting to be heard. The last update i have is the following article that he posted to his Facebook page on Monday 1st July 2013:

      “OK. I warned you Right? You do remember me saying I was going to post a personal opinion and it would appear here soon…..Right?

      Well, here it comes…..Oh Boy. The sin of it!!!

      This takes the form of an unusual story. It has no beginning and no end. The reader is left to make up his or her own mind about the events that lead up to, and end, what is described.

      It is a story for thinking people who have their own minds. People able to think outside of the often crazy boxes our “betters” try to force our minds (and thus, our behaviours) into. It is a story that tries to make women think about how they treat the men and boys around them……Gasp!!!

      Sacrilege…..I know.

      Oh, the sheer magnitude of the risks I take! I am often astounded by my own nerve.

      He He.

      Well, SOMEONE has to do it.

      It is also a story of liberation from fear for men.
      Double gasp!!

      What sort of subversive wierdo is this man George Rolph? To the stocks with him at once!

      I hope those who come here that are smart enough will read, think and enjoy.

      Here it is:

      The Liberation Of Alex

      Alex shot to his feet and began to speak before he knew what he was doing. He was breathing hard and his face was flushed into a bright red mask by the stress that had turbo charged his heart rate. His fists curled into a tight ball in his pockets as he gulped a tight and deep breath.

      Shy, timid, insecure Alex seemed to burst, chrysalis-like, through the hard shell of years of silence and overly patient resignation that had plagued him since childhood. He was startled — as were his audience — by the power of his own voice. It was as if he had never heard it before and in truth, he had not.

      The words poured from his heart in an unrehearsed and natural way but they were dripping with fiery passion — like a blast furnace pouring out melted emotion in a shower of verbal sparks. All trace of his stutter had vanished. Yet, even as he heard the words streaming from his mouth, he felt detached from them. Detached from his audience. Detached from the whole world.

      The storm of fear that threatened to overwhelm him came in huge curling waves that crashed upon the shores of his mind, yet that fear was stripped of its potency by the vast dunes of conviction behind those words and the sheer brutal force of their uttering.

      When at last he had emptied his heart of all it contained he sat down; he was breathing hard and fast but his body was surging and tingling with a confidence he had never felt before. In those moments a radical and undreamed of change had occurred within him. He knew it and his audience in that dark hall knew it also as they roared their approval at him and thundered their applause. Alex was a liberated man.

      Transformed by boldness from a frightened mouse to a powerful leader. He had shattered the walls of the psychological prison his mother and sisters had built around him by years of disapproval and put downs. He had spread the wings of manhood and tasted his freedom.

      Alex would never go willingly back into that prison. In those brief moments of triumph he had discovered something precious. Something he would try to never forget nor let slip again. He had discovered that his own thoughts, feelings and principles had a value to others. Alex closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The tightness in his chest he had carried for so long vanished into memory.

      He did not see his mothers eyes narrow and her mouth tighten into fury. He did not see her stand quickly from her seat on the other side of the hall and slip out into the dark night. He did not feel the malice that oozed from her black heart for him. She wanted him back and come what may, she was going to get him back. Alex belonged to her. There was no room in her world for an independent man. Feminism, in his mothers mind, was about the imposition of female will upon men and Alex’s mother was feminist to the core.

      Even as the rain lashed her face and pulled her greying black hair into a mess of tangled string she was plotting her sons return to her dark fold. So deep were her thoughts, and so profound her hatred, that she was not aware of the biting cold in her sodden feet as she splashed her way through unheeded puddles towards her own front door.

      The End.

      George Rolph
      2012.”