Monthly Archives: December 2011

Mumia Abu-Jamal protest, December 2011

I expected a Kardashian to be crowned as Time Magazine’s person of the year, so it was a welcomed relief that the Protestor entered at number one.

Suppressed voices rallied together to bring down foreign governments and topple dictators; concerned citizens, outraged as their countries teetered on the edge of an economic apocalypse, made a stand; and students and public sector workers, worried about their futures, took to the streets and made their voices heard.

Until November this year, I had only been to a protest as a reporter. But the student fees protest made me and some of my City colleagues join thousands of other disgruntled students as we peacefully protested at the unnecessary rise in tuition fees. (I’ll post some pics in a new page).

The atmosphere that day was electric; so many people came out because they really care about access to university, recognising the socio-economic factors like area, ethnicity and class play in getting to the top of the higher education tree.

At the start of the month, I reported from the Mumia Abu-Jamal protest outside the US Embassy in central London for The Voice newspaper (Britain’s top-selling black weekly, ahem).

Abu-Jamal was found guilty of shooting a police officer dead in Philadelphia in 1981. After 30 years on Death Row, the District Attorney thwarted the lethal injection but ruled that Abu-Jamal must serve the rest of his life in jail.

Abu-Jamal’s incarceration has become a cause-célèbre in recent years, and his followers are loyal and devoted to securing his release from jail.

But while his case didn’t make me want to don my Black Panther T-shirt and throw a tight fist in the air, his followers put forward a strong argument and I cannot fault their passion.

Here’s the story I wrote for The Voice. Viva the Protestor!

PROTESTERS picketed the US Embassy last Friday (December 9), campaigning for the release of Mumia Abu-Jamal, an American activist serving a life sentence for murder in a US jail.

Carrying placards and megaphones, over 40 supporters marched from Hyde Park to the US Embassy in Grosvenor Square, central London.

Abu-Jamal, 57, is serving a life term for shooting 25-year-old police officer Daniel Faulkner on December 9, 1981.

And 30 years to the day since the incident, Philadelphia District Attorney Seth Williams announced he would no longer pursue the death penalty against Abu-Jamal, but ordered he must serve the rest of his life in jail.

Until Friday’s ruling, Abu-Jamal had spent 29 years on death row.

Emma Lewis, an organiser of the Free Mumia Abu-Jamal Defence Campaign, first showed her support outside the embassy 29 years ago.

She said: “We are extremely happy that Mumia no longer faces the death penalty, but we expected him to be released. We thought Seth Williams would have granted him a retrial.

“Twice they have signed the death warrant, but the mass mobilisation of the communities around the world came out and protested, and America decided they weren’t going to pay the political price. We will not give up.”

Kwabena Kimathi, a member of the International People’s Democratic Uhuru Movement (InPDUM), a group dedicated to defending the rights of the African community, said it was the first time his group had marched to the US Embassy.

He said: “This is not a matter of innocence or guilt, it’s an issue that the police in Philadelphia represent colonial occupation. It’s important for us to stand up with Mumia in the way he has stood up for us.”

Salute: Kwabena Kimathi of the International People’s Democratic Uhuru Movement (InPDUM)

Abu-Jamal’s case has garnered interest from across the globe, and during his time in prison, Abu-Jamal has written books and provided comment for newspapers and radio.

Sara Callaway, of Women in Colour – Global Women Strike, said: “It’s a credit to Mumia Abu-Jamal and his supporters that the threat of execution has finally, after 30 years, been removed. Now is the time for Mumia to be released.

“The global Occupy movement, the prisoner strikes in the US and the outpouring of compassion aimed at saving Troy Davis’ life has shown the movement is rising.”

Nine police officers attended the protest and it ended peacefully just after 7pm.

♫ Amy Winehouse - ‘Our Day Will Come’

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From High-Tops to Close Crops, Mohicans to Simple Shape-ups

I’ve written about my fascination with the barbershop on my blog before, but I finally got the chance to find out what happens after my hair hits the floor and I leave with a fresh trim and a smart shape-up.

Taken from my Journalism Practice module, this is the working life of barber Vincent Ogunbiyi.

A row of well dressed men are watching Vincent Ogunbiyi perform his craft. As he tilts his customer’s freshly shorn head towards the light, he reaches for a blade.

He takes a step closer and makes slow, sweeping hand movements with the blade, taking extra care to follow the talcum powder line that acts as a guide on his customer’s forehead.

In between strokes, Ogunbiyi reaches towards his organised workstation, wiping away excess talcum powder, switching between his clippers and the blade and applying a succession of sweet smelling sheen sprays.

“The shape-up is the most important part of the haircut; it brings out your facial features. A good barber is known by the level of his shape-up; it’s part of his reputation and you have to get it right every time.”

“A man without a shape-up is plain, just like a woman without make-up,” says Ogunbiyi, as he sprays alcohol on his customer’s head and removes the protective cape.”

It’s just gone 8.30am on a bright but autumnal Tuesday morning at Slick Kutz, an Afro barbershop on the southern tip of Balham High Road, south London, and Ogunbiyi has cut the first of nearly 40 heads for the day.

As he sweeps the floor, a soundtrack of upbeat gospel and Christian rap sings out of the speakers, and a succession of customers walk into the barbershop.

Ogunbiyi flops in his chair, and reaches for his watch. “I opened the shop at 8am and I’ll be here until at least 10pm.”

As a barber in an inner-London area, Ogunbiyi’s customers have varying degrees of tastes and styles.

He finds himself constantly switching between styles; from Mohicans to low fades, close crops to simple shape-ups and beard trims to 90s-style high tops.

“A British-born African will have tighter curls hair to that of a British-born West Indian. Some will want unusual cuts or textured Afros, so you need to know the know the hair falls before turning the clippers on.”

The 54-year-old father of four notes the change in Balham’s ethnic make-up in the 12 years since he moved to the area and picked up clippers for the first time.

A cluster of chic cafes, bohemian bars and off-beat stores have sprung up along Balham High Road to cater to the affluent and well-heeled set who live in the area. But has this impacted on his customer base?

“The area has gone from black to white and Balham has become an offshoot of Chelsea and Battersea.

“There are just two black shops in [Hildreth Street] market and look at all the cafes and eateries; I mean, how many black people go to cafes?”

“We have to work hard to maintain our customer base and it’s all about the detail, the customer service.”

And the service he offers goes beyond just a simple cut and shape-up. “The key is the follow-up,” says Ogunbiyi. “If a customer has children, you send them a card on their birthday, give them sweets and keep them entertained when they come to the shop, and you recommend products to use on their hair.

“Finding a way of knowing them personally without overstepping the mark is imperative. If you make them feel comfortable and appreciated, they will always come back to you.”

“Being observant is important too. You must know when to talk and when to shut up, especially if his football team has lost.”

At Slick Kutz, the barbers each have their own customer  base and take care not to step on the toes of their colleagues. Ogunbiyi works on commission so it’s frowned upon to cut the hair of a colleague’s customer.

Being discreet is a requirement of the job, and Ogunbiyi will only hint at some of his high-profile customers: a Sierra Leonean doctor who travels from Brooklyn to Balham for a close crop, a silver screen actor based in the US and a radio DJ, “I haven’t cut his hair for a while, but he still calls and invites me to his parties.”

As Ogunbiyi tops up his spray bottle with water, he notes the misconception many outsiders have with the perception of the barbershop.

Unlike Channel 4 sitcom “Desmond’s” in the early 1990s and US film “Barbershop”, Slick Kutz isn’t a place for people to kick back and relax, buy counterfeit DVDs and discuss the matters of the day.

“This is no joke, in fact we take our jobs seriously. It sends out the impression to a potential customer that we’re full and it drives them away. Everything – from the music we play to the videos we screen – is planned and well thought-out.”

Ogunbiyi moved to London from Nigeria in1999 after spending 20 years working as a crewmember for Nigerian Airways. At night, he moonlighted as a security guard, and during the day, he picked up the clippers and learned the trade.

“I shadowed two young guys – a Jamaican and a Ghanaian – and when I walked in, dressed in a suit, I told them that I wanted to learn and they laughed. They didn’t think I could handle it,” he chuckles.

His first customer insulted him constantly for three days. “He came in and said he wanted short back and sides and I didn’t know what he meant, so I went straight in the clippers and he jumped from his seat.”

“The same thing happened with my second customer and I spoiled his hair, but I had to be steadfast and learn quickly. Even though I have been doing this for a long time, I am still learning.”

The door swings open and an older, spectacled gentleman, dressed in a floor-length camel-coloured overcoat, sweeps in and greets Ogunbiyi. He removes his coat and porkpie hat to reveal a baldhead.

As he takes his place in the chair, Ogunbiyi turns to me, winks and says: “He’s here for his weekly beard trim.”

And with that, Ogunbiyi whips out the protective cape, and resumes his countdown from 40, as a row a well-dressed men get ready to watch him perform his craft.

♫ Jay-Z – ‘Roc Boys’

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The obligatory “poor neglected blog” post

In the three months since I published my last post, so much has happened.

I’ve moved back to London, started an MA at a revered journalism school; reminded myself why I should never leave all the work till the last minute and procrastinated far too much when I should have been pounding the pavements of Holborn and Covent Garden in hot pursuit of a story.

In addition to the many late nights and early mornings, I’ve written more articles in 10 weeks than I have done in 10 months.

It’s deadline week and stress and sarcasm levels are at an all-time high but having said that, I’ve got a minor reprieve before I launch into a month of work experience and endure a Black Christmas™ in the sticks, so I’ll be posting photos and prose like no-ones business.

I’ve been to photo exhibitions, protest marches, gigs (Jill Scott anyone?), inspiring talks and seminars, out on the piss and generally running my mouth and snapping away with my trusted DSLR.

Sorry blog, you know DW loves ya :D

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