The Met has launched a new campaign. To raise awareness (is it still possible to raise even more than it is???) of suspect terrorist activities within "our" communities.
With all the talk of ID cards and now this, it's not surprising one might start feeling like Winston Smith.
Some aspects of this campaign that caught my eye:
"If you're suspicious of the number of mobile telephones someone has, we need to know."
"Thousands of people take photos every day. What if one of them seems odd?"
"You see hundreds of houses every day. What if one has unusual activity and seems suspicious? Terrorists live within our communities, planning attacks and storing chemicals. If you're suspicious of a property where there's unusual activity that doesn't fit normal day-to-day life,we need to know."
It all strikes me as an odd campaign and odd things to proclaim.
Rather than instilling confidence it's more likely to foment fear and distrust.
Terrorists don't live within our communities. A few freaks maybe, but actually terrorists live, as we all know, in other parts of the world... right?
The thing is I'm the first to think some acts, like that of the "Lyrical Terrorist" are tantamount to something slightly beyond the simple incitement to hate and should be tackled.
But somehow this campaign reminds me of the paranoia surrounding the smiley faces at Cann Hall Primary School. It appeals to the same sick, perverted minds that have nothing else to do but give vent to their petty minds; and the only thing it achieves is appeasing precisely the same people.
Like the parents who said they supported the idea of blurring their kids' faces on the pictures shown online.
Which cancels out the whole point of having photographs in the first place.
Fear for the sake of fear.
But, again, I think some people are just extremely bored.

3 comments:
Nothing will come of this.
Years ao when I lived in London I was walking home one night and passed a car in which two blokes were sitting, and one of them had what looked like an Uzi machine gun on his lap.
So I did the decent thing and make a mental note of the registration, wrote it down when I got home and the next day went to the police station.
They did precisely nothing - didn't take a statement or anything. According to the policeman I spoke to it wasn't an uzi machine gun, it was probably a some sort of power tool - like men in black, sit in pimped up BMW's outside the Gin Palace at eleven o clock at night with a Black and Deckers on their laps....
So the idea that they will be running run after people who take too many phone calls or take bad photographs is ludicrous.
Of course if they do catch anyone the family will say they had no idea. There was a story in the paper sometime ago about a teenager who was found with 2 kilos of heroin under his bed. The family said they had no idea despite the report saying that he had T-shirt with 'I am a drug dealer' emblazoned across the front.
The irony is if you were to stand within a mile of the Houses of Parliament with a placard protesting against ID cards you'd probably be arrested or/and have this put down on record on anti-terrorism laws...
um....
I would suggest this is the government by target that I am always banging on about.
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