(3 ) Featured posts from the London Dada archives; 2005 – present
From 2017; LONDON DADA’s 10 – year pressure campaign to delete ageism from the Turner Prize finally bears fruit
Turner Prize chiefs finally shamed into removing the anachronistic and blatantly ageist Under-50 rule for shortlisted entrants. Did any other artists have the moral courage to put their careers at risk by daring to criticize the TP directors over this?
Link to 2016 blog post ” The Ageist Turner Prize ”
Featured post 2; From 2014; BANKSY UNMASKED
A valid photgraph of the up until then elusive street artist. So far met with a wall of media silence. It appears the MSM prefer that Banksy remains anonymous, mysterious – presumably they figure a continued air of mystique sells more copy in the long-term than this one-off flash-in-the-pan expose.
He almost certainly has connections in the media who are protecting his ID, including face, from going public
Banksy spotted photographing graffiti ( a favorite pastime, looking at his website ) in Spitalfields, summer 2014. Comparing his height with the old trade door and most likely his car in the image ( Stanmore plate ) , we estimate Banksy to come in at a good few inches over the 6ft mark – maybe even 6′ 4 in New Balance trainers. He’s certainly a tall guy.
August 3rd 2014, Wilkes Street London E1. An early Sunday morning chance encounter with two men, both noticeably avoiding attention in this deserted street, turning their backs as they were approached. One of them, stepping out in front of a blue Pugeot hatchback sports to cover the full reg number on sight of the camera being pointed, was attending to a pro tripod & camera; procuring photos of Dale Marshall-like graffiti and sundry adulterated posters adorning a dilapidated commercial twin door. On viewing the 4 images we captured of this individual it became clear by the identical features and proportions to those of the person reliably claimed to be *Robin Gunningham / Banksy by the Daily Mail in 2008 ( see below ) , that this indeed is Banksy himself
In addition to the overall features in this picture both proportionally and specifically matching the famous Jamaican image of Gunningham from 2004, featured reversed in the Daily Mail in 2008, short moustache ( concealing a childhood lip surgery scar ) below a distinctive Punch & Judy chin, aquiline nose, high forehead with hairline interrupted by a widow’s peak, all being pretty much dead ringer giveaways.
The dyed silver hair & blotchy white make up-powdered stubble smear being an obvious attempt at c. +25yrs age disguise. Who else on the planet would make this big an effort to mask their appearance when out in public working around street graffiti?
* If Robin Gunningham, ex public schoolboy from Bristol, for whom there’s pretty indisputable evidence of being a real person is not Banksy, then why is he not listed on any public records, the Electoral Register, nor come forward after seeing his name plastered all over the ‘net to make clear he’s not the man?
Think about it…
Click to enlarge The Real Banksy
(c) Art Axis / London Dada 2014
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“I had Banksy & his minder by the photo /video balls that morning – and, respecting their space, let the poor scared buggers go” – AA
The subject of Banksy’s royal interest ( above) & ( R ) post to his Twitter account
Featured Post No. 3
THE DOORS TO EQUAL OPPORTUNITY ( 2012 )
Re-visited Work No. 631 from 2012; this longstanding shameful national phenomenon is again highlighted in a damning new report (see link below).
Padlocked door pair rendered in light/dark blue ( Oxbridge boatrace colors )
Alexandra Palace, Muswell Hill London N.
As London Dada has been highlighting over the past 9 years, Britain is a highly discriminatory employment fascist state in job opportunity lockdown. While only 1% of the adult population and 7% of graduates have attended private fee-paying schools, on average well over half of top jobs in Banking & Finance, Media, Law, PLCs and Politics in the UK are filled by this Oxbridge etc-educated elite, creating and maintaining a time-honoured and deeply-entrenched network of cronyism and privilege that controls all the serious power and wields the major influence in this, the most class-divided nation on earth.
Result – selective promotion from a small talent pool that’s based on elitism rather than merit, leading inexorably to bad, out-of-touch governance and management, and more importantly fair opportunity denied to millions of gifted young people whose talents are tragically wasted – many forced to spend an entire lifetime languishing in unsuitable low skill work, trapped under bomb-proof glass ceilings rigorously enforced and gate-keepered by all the major institutions and corporations.
Totally outrageous and morally indefensible in any society claimed by its government to be democratic and civilized.
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Confessions of a white Oxbridge male
by Simon Kuper
( Taken from The Financial Times )
” We straight white Oxbridge-educated males who rule Britain are used to periodic rumblings of discontent from below. Now the transvestite artist Grayson Perry, writing in the New Statesman magazine, has savaged what he calls “Default Man”: “With their colourful textile phalluses hanging round their necks, they make up an overwhelming majority in government, in boardrooms and also in the media.” The writer Caitlin Moran half-jokes that she is the only working-class Briton with a newspaper column: “I have the entire quota.” Sample the FT’s top stories for a week You select the topic, we deliver the news.
Indeed, the Social Mobility and Child Poverty Commission notes that 59 per cent of the British cabinet, three-quarters of senior judges, half of diplomats, etc, went to Oxbridge. The typical chief executive attended Oxbridge or Harvard, says business data firm Qlik. Few of these people are women. Even those of us who groom the lower slopes of the establishment – pundits, MPs, and so forth – tend to be Oxbridge men. My caste produces the opinions that most British people are expected to swallow. However, the one topic we seldom discuss honestly is our own rule.
So let me try to describe how it looks from up here. We didn’t have to work very hard to get here. Luckily, the British establishment doesn’t demand workaholism, except for a few months around exams. The gentleman dilettante is still honored (see David Cameron). Our competition to get into Oxbridge was mostly limited to other white upper-middle-class males. After that, we began recruiting each other. When I applied to the FT 20 years ago, I think I was interviewed only by white Oxbridge men, all of them straight (except for one who soon afterwards came out of the closet). My start in journalism was unimpressive but then I didn’t have much to prove: I already was a white Oxbridge male. Aged 28, I became a columnist at another British newspaper. Perry quotes the American writer John Scalzi, who “thought that being a straight white male was like playing the computer game called Life with the difficulty setting on ‘Easy’”. About the same time as I began work, a black friend started out at another newspaper. His news editor had little confidence in him, and my friend never got the career he wanted. Perhaps I now have his job. We Oxbridge males help each other throughout life. Perry remarks that nobody talks about the “white middle-class community”. But it exists. Once, in a faraway land, I visited the British ambassador. Lo and behold, he was a straight white Oxbridge-educated male! He was like a friend I’d never met. He ended up giving me a briefing in his swimming pool. We Oxbridge males display exemplary class solidarity. Our basic ideology is: trust in the system. After all, the system is run by chaps like me. I did my degree two minutes’ walk from Cameron’s college, and five minutes from the opposition leader Ed Miliband’s. I don’t identify with everyone in the establishment, because of intra-caste divides that are invisible to outsiders (for instance, Cameron is far posher than me) but the current popular rage at politicians bewilders me. Like the communist rulers in 1989, we white Oxbridge males cannot defend our dominance with arguments. Most of us know we didn’t get here through individual brilliance.
Perry is wrong when he says, “Default Man will never admit to, or be fully aware of, the tribal advantages of his identity.” I’m very aware of those advantages. That’s why, although I currently have a decent job at a good newspaper, I feel very little sense of achievement. My dad went to Cambridge. I was born to be a minor establishment functionary. That’s also why I’m not desperate for my children to join the establishment. What would it prove? Our caste is always changing, just enough to make sure that everything stays the same. Lately we’ve learnt to lament the suffering of the disadvantaged. (I’m told that even younger members of the kleptocratic Angolan elite have mastered this rhetoric.) Indeed, many of the most stirring attacks on inequality and sexism are now produced by Oxbridge males – but then we produce most attacks on most things in Britain. Given our podium, many of us feel a responsibility to lament our own power. But it’s hard to feel this viscerally. I believe that other people should rule. However, I’d like to hang on to my own spot. We will not make the revolution – or as the British say, turkeys don’t vote for Christmas. We have expanded our caste a little. We now recruit some non-whites (preferably Oxbridge men). We’ve even begun admitting Oxbridge women. We just sideline them professionally the moment they make the mistake of giving birth. Still, our caste has kept raising the age at which females hit the glass ceiling: from zero, to 17 once they were allowed proper education, to 21 when we let them into Oxbridge, and now to 38. That’s progress, of sorts. Perry warns darkly that Default Man might not rule for ever: “Things may be changing.” But I think we’ll hang on for a while yet”