My name is Rosie Nobbs. I am a performance artist, poet, and harper. I am the originator of a humorous, non-violent performance based movement called Tactical Frivolity.
In an act of immense trust and absolute tactical frivolity on Saturday night in Trafalgar square, I dived off a 15 foot ledge over a line of police and into the crowd below. They caught me!
Normally I let my actions speak for themselves but on this occasion I have decided to speak up.
As I walked away from the scariest thing I’ve ever done I said, "That was a trust exercise, an act of faith…I trust the people of this country."
I didn't plan what to say, but sometimes the utterance of a random sentence, can unexpectedly clang with truthful resonance. And sometimes, if one is lucky, the note is so deep and long that the foundations of ones thought are shaken and a new bass must be built to accommodate this clearer truth.
I went to the square because I can remember. I am not in the habit of celebrating death. It is life I hold holy. But this figurehead of selfishness was being so feted, so professionally eulogized, that I was almost convinced my memory was faulty. But I remember. I remember the haunted faces of the miners and their families, as they went from town to town, begging for money so they could feed their children. She told us we didn't need coal so she sold whole communities down the river and replaced them with open cast automation that rips up the land and only pays the fat cats.
She happily sold evil machines to Pinochet so he could brutalize his own people. Great friends they were, often pictured smiling together.
She stole everything owned by the nation that she could lay her greedy ice cream fingers on, and sold it off for private profit, pathetically garnished with the lie that it would work better if it cost us more. Lies all lies! And the funny thing is; if you lie you cannot trust. If you steal you live in fear of being stolen from. And if you demonize those who are too young too old too busy struggling to survive or too ill equipped to defend themselves, then it is you that becomes the demon. Driven mad by the evil you have perpetrated. Effectively imprisoned because your own face prompts such violent revulsion you cannot safely walk the streets.
I feel sorry for her really. She was the scapegoat at the top of a coven of cronies who are still putting cash before compassion. Slave masters can never sleep easy. So they bamboozle us with clever lies and twisted truth till we are disempowered by our own confusion.
But I trust the people of this country. I believe we all struggle to do the best we can with what we have. Greed and oppression are just the flipside of guilt and fear and I pity the fat cats. It is a strange and lonely life knowing that at any moment you can de stabbed in the back for what you own either by the poor you stole it from or your so called friends. You see the sad truth is that it is only when you have nothing that you know truly who your freinds are.
So I would like to herald a fresh new world of trust and honesty. We have enormous challenges facing us that we cannot overcome by saying "I’m alright Jack". We are not alright. Let the morally bankrupt squabble over the rotting corpse of this country, I’ve had enough of saying no. Let’s build a parallel world, each in our own small way, that shouts a resounding yes! Make our own worlds ring with so much life and happiness that we can claim the hearts and minds of all our oppressors. The power is with us. Not somewhere else. We each make a huge difference to the world around us. Be kind and co-operate. And I pledge my time and imagination to you the people, to improve your lot any way I can.
So I implore you all, take a leap of faith, as I have done. Learn to trust each other, trust yourselves and we can make a way out of the mess we are in.
Rust in peace Lady Thatcher, your legacy of greed has ended.