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Thursday, 3 January 2013

2012: a year in Broken Barnet - Part Three

In July, the campaign against One Barnet really began to take off: a one day conference was organised by Barnet Alliance held and attended in large numbers by residents, who heard from expert speakers such as Prof Dexter Whitfield, and APSE's Andy Mudd about the enormous risks presented by the £1 billion outsourcing agenda. Barnet Alliance also organised an alternative Torch relay to protest about One Barnet, and which was planned to finish in Mrs Angry's local park, Victoria Park, here in Finchley.



Rather amusingly, Barnet Council's last minute desperate ploy to try to stop this event was based on restrictions listed in its own bylaws, contradicting the hugely controversial plans of erm, Barnet Council, created by Brian Coleman, to pimp our parks and open spaces, making them available for hire for private and corporate events.

The council's own Torch celebrations, paid for by funding from the Mayor, took part in the same park, in the dusk,  attended by a brave Richard Cornelius, with apparently no fear of the many dangers lurking in the bushes ....



Mrs Angry sat on the grass, beside herself with amusement, as we watched a frankly rather baffling display of some tubby, crane lifted angels disporting themselves above our heads. Where was Councillor Coleman sitting, though? He seemed to have disappeared. And how strange: one of the angels looked curiously familiar.

Fallen angel

 August

August is traditionally the silly season - although here in Broken Barnet every season is silly. August in Broken Barnet is sillier than you could possibly imagine, or at least it was this year.

In the immediate aftermath of his fall from grace, Brian Coleman was uncharacteristically quiet. Perhaps he was in a state of shock. Within a few weeks, however, he had bounced back, although clearly missing all the sturm und drang of his former life. No one was paying him any attention anymore: what could he do? He announced that he was writing his memoirs, and claimed that he already had a deal with a publisher. It was said that he had the same agent as Edwina Currie. Mrs Angry imagines that unless he has sat in the bath being fed strawberries by John Major - and frankly, if he has, she really doesn't want to know - this is unlikely to be the case, and that no one outside Broken Barnet would have the slightest interest in such a tale anyway. But break it to him gently. 

One of the more poignant, if somewhat susrprising developments of this year is the growing attachment to Mrs Angry that Brian has formed, and his subsequent eager desire to remodel himself in a form guaranteed to meet with her approval.

Having spent years being rude about local bloggers, our man has now outed himself as a social media fan, and even ... yes, started his own blog. This marvellous enterprise is so startlingly unrestrained that most readers at first thought it might be a parody. It isn't. No, Mrs Angry is not going to provide the link, as really we do not wish to encourage, him, do we?

August is a good time to bury bad news, and a good time for senior officers of the London Borough of Barnet to get up to mischief, while the Tory councillors were on their well deserved breaks -  (bloggers noted how many councillors could not be bothered to open any emails during the long summer break) and the dear leader was, according to new boy blogger Cllr Coleman, at his holiday residence in France when oh - whoops, Mrs Angry's favourite senior officer, Ms Pam Wharfe, 'Interim' Director of environment and all that sort of stuff, decided to send an email to staff regarding the DRS package of services due to be privatised. 'We have decided to form a Joint Venture with the successful bidder', she announced grandly.

Ms Pam Wharfe

Oh. Really? Have we? Who are we

We were the senior management team, the mysterious Directors Group, an assortment of senior officers, in collusion with certain private consultants, whose identity, in the usual One Barnet tradition of counter transparency, we are not allowed to know, but presumably are our extravagantly rewarded friends from Agilisys/iMPOWER. 

As it turned out,the elected members of the council, and even the puppet Tory leader Cornelius knew absolutely nothing about this decision to change the whole structure of the massive DRS tender now in process of dialogue. 

Mrs Angry immediately submitted an FOI request for the minutes of the Directors Group meeting, which was - eventually - refused on the ludicrous grounds that they were 'imminently' to be put on the council website. They were not: no such material has ever emerged, and the consequent appeal has been ignored, with no further explanation. This deliberate breach of the FOI act is now being dealt with by the Information Commissioner. It does not take any amount of thought to guess why this material is being withheld, and tells you everything you need to know about the stinking pile of shite that is One Barnet.

September

Mrs Angry had an interesting exchange of correpondence with deputy Tory leader Daniel 'John' Thomas about the rejection by Cornish councillors of their own version of large scale outsourcing. John Thomas was not awfully keen on the idea that councillors should be engaging in meaningful discussions with their electorate. According to him:

"If residents would like to debate issues that is their right but the council should not be funding a debating club with taxpayer's money, it never has and I doubt it ever will."  

A debating club, funded with taxpayers' money. 

You might think this is a good enough definition of democracy, and the process of consultation. Not in Broken Barnet.

Democracy in Broken Barnet, refused the option of debate, had therefore no option but to take a rather more direct approach.

News broke then that Friern Barnet Library, closed and emptied by our Tory councillors, had been entered and occupied by community squatters. Shock horror. What did our Tory councillors do? Just when you thought nothing they did could surprise you, they pulled another rabbit out of the hat, and started negotiating with the occupiers.

Phoenix and fellow occupiers liberate the People's Library- for the people of Friern Barnet

Of course, in reality the council was already plotting a legal challenge to the occupation. 

In the meanwhile, the occupiers opened up the library to the local residents, forming a truly remarkable and inspiring partnership as custodians of a community resource which belongs to the people of Friern Barnet, but which our shabby Tory councillors see only as a potential property development.


Friern Barnet, the people's library: campaigner Keith Martin


In the meanwhile, Brian Coleman's career was rapidly sinking even further into the mire. 

At a full council meeting, heckled by one of the Standards committee complainants whose apology was outstanding he launched into an insulting invective directed at the public gallery, referring to 'the sad, mad, and a couple of old hags'. 

Coleman ranting

Oh dear again: Mrs Angry and a female companion appeared to be the hags in question, and when the Mayor Brian Schama refused to extract an apology for this slur from Coleman, Mrs Angry was not in a very good mood. She spotted Coleman nipping out to the gents, waited for him in the corridor, took a photo of him, and suggested he might like to apologise for his remarks. He was of the opinion that this was not necessary, insulted her again, saying she was 'a nasty piece of work', and tried to order security staff to stop her taking his photograph. They looked on, bemused, and did nothing of the sort, of course.

 The photo which upset Councillor Coleman. Aww.

For Coleman the end of days was nigh. He chaired his last scrutiny meeting, where the hostility emanating from his colleagues was palpable. The issue of the Joint Venture was laid before the committee. Pam Wharfe sat at the table and smiled while Cornelius three times observed that he knew nothing about any such decision. Apparently forgetting that he is the leader of one of the largest local authorities in London, and responsible for the outsourcing of £1 billion worth of council services, he declared wistfully that he was  'every bit as curious as you are' ...

Later that month came an even more extraordinary story, perhaps the story of the year. News broke that Brian Coleman had been arrested on suspicion of the assault of Helen Michael, the owner of Cafe Buzz. Councillor Coleman spent the night in custody and was bailed pending further investigations.

October

After an eventful trip to Manchester, to t'Labour conference, Mrs Angry returned with a. a potential case of Legionnaires Disease (after two weeks of tests, it turned out not to be, luckily) and b. the realisation that Broken Barnet had somehow become the centre of a whirlpool of media interest. The story of the library occupation was attracting attention from all over the country, and indeed all around the world.

 Mrs Angry, blogging diva, poses for the Grauniad in the occupied library with her colour co ordinated earthly manifestation: pic Graham Turner

Later that month, Brian Coleman was charged with assault by beating of Helen Michael. Rather to the surprise of everyone, he was not immediately suspended by the Barnet Tory group. Leader Richard Cornelius refused to act, defending his colleague: "I know and like Brian" ... Senior party figures lost patience with Barnet Tories' failure to act and took the decision to suspend him, and informed Cornelius of the move as he was on his way to a local Tory group meeting.

Also in October we saw the local premiere of the second Barnet film: 'Barnet: the Billion Pound Gamble', shown to a packed out audience at the Phoenix (although some of them escaped before the panel discussion, Mrs Angry noted). Another screening took place later back at Westminster: Hilary Benn, the shadow Secretary for Communities and Local Government dropped by to say hello ...



(Mrs Angry found a copy of this photo on google image labelled 'Mr and Mrs Eric Pickles' ...)

 November

Remember, remember, the fifth of November? Mrs Angry doesn't, because, most annoyingly,  she was too indisposed to attend, but this was the date that Coleman appeared at Uxbridge Magistrates Court and pleaded not guilty to the assault charge, which will now be heard on February 6th.

Just before his appearance in the dock, Coleman had launched a pre emptive strike against his own party, no doubt in order to deflect attention from his own position, (and clearly in a desperate ploy to curry favour with Mrs Angry). Yes, our Brian, who only weeks before had made his 'sad, mad and old hags' insult in the course of a speech defending One Barnet, now decided to out himself as a total One Barnet sceptic. His revenge was perfectly timed, at a point where it could do him no further damage, but would attract maximum attention, and further inflame an already uncontrollable rise of public opposition to the reckless privatisation programme.

By now, in fact, the Tory councillors were beginning, at long last, to grasp the enormity of the commitment that the One Barnet plans represent: backbench Tories tried to raise their newly awakened concerns with the leadership and Cabinet, but to no avail. At this late stage in the tender process, Barnet Alliance at last managed to extract a promise from Tory leader Cornelius to attend a public debate about One Barnet, a promise he may well have regretted, as the evening turned out.


Cornelius's reluctant appearance at this meeting was too late to count as any form of consultation, of course: and all the important decisions had all already been made. Towards the end of the month it was announced that, to no one's surprise, Capita had won the NSCSO customer services bid: £750 million worth, if the deal lasts for the maximum fifteen years they would like. Yes, fifteen. At this point the senior management team and the few Tory Cabinet members still pushing One Barnet sat back, and felt very pleased with themselves: they thought they had it all sewn up, didn't they?

They were wrong.

December

This was another hugely significant month in Broken Barnet: the library occupation case went to court, and although repossession was ordered, it was only after much deliberation on the principle of the interference with articles of the human rights act. Time was given for both sides to try to negotiate some sort of licensing arrangement, and more importantly, there would appear to be strong grounds for an appeal. 

The 8,000 page Capita contract: democratic control of local services packed up and carried out of the Town Hall in a cardboard box by private consultants from iMPOWER and Trowers & Hamlin

On December 6th, the Tory Cabinet was due to meet to approve the deal with Capita. Many residents came to the Town Hall to attend the meeting, and watch their elected representatives hand over our public services to the profiteering private company waiting in the wings. Oh dear, though: our councillors and their officers and their consultants looked rather glum. Was something wrong? Something was wrong: that morning the council had been served with a notice of intention to apply for a Judicial Review. The application is well founded, with plenty of supporting evidence for a successful challenge. Bring it on.

At the Cabinet meeting itself there was even more reason for the Tory councillors and their senior management team to feel concerned. The meeting was interrupted by a dramatic demonstration of the extent of opposition to One Barnet: members of the public protested about the stifling of debate about the programme, and the denial of democratic freedoms.


The meeting was taken over, councillors were forced into a small adjoining room, and residents sat around the committee table to hold their own discussion. The Chair of Barnet Alliance read out a declaration which concluded:

No matter what the Cabinet decides, whatever the Cabinet decides, it is only the beginning. We are fighting to take back our democracy.

We will keep on the fight. 
We will keep on the fight. 
We will keep on the fight, and reclaim our democracy.

January 2013

We will keep on the fight - and we will reclaim our democracy: even if we have to fight all the way to May 2014 in order to do so.

Saturday, 8 December 2012

We'll talk about what WE want to talk about: the Barnet rebellion continues




Cornelius informs residents that he and his treacherous colleagues have just handed over this borough's services to Capita, and committed political suicide

There is a local landmark, here in Finchley, a large statue, which features in the first of the two short films made about our borough: 'The Tale of Two Barnets'. This statue is named 'La Délivrance', and was created to celebrate the success of the Battle of the Marne, when the German army was kept from capturing Paris. Lord Rothermere, the fascist supporting proprietor of the Daily Mail, who often drove through this borough en route to his mother's home in Totteridge, (the ward now represented by Councillors Cornelius and Coleman),  presented it to the people of Finchley in 1920.

Mrs Angry was rather amused, therefore, when a fellow committee room occupier murmured to her admiringly on Thursday night that the magnificent sight of Citizen Barnet, whose politics are somewhat to the left, and a bit further still, to those of the Hitler fancying press baron,  reminded him rather of our much loved statue - also known locally as the naked lady.

Rest assured that Citizen Barnet kept her clothes on at all times, whereas Mrs Angry - no, joking, joking. She did think about taking her cardigan off, at one point. And in fact Citizen Barnet did remove her shoes, before standing on the chair, in case they left a dirty mark.

It was a very British revolution, after all.

Instead of a sword, our intrepid defender of democracy brandished a statement, which she yelled from the back of the room in the direction of our shabby Tory Cabinet and their glowering senior officers.

Referring the meeting to the infamous act by our tyrannical councillors to amend the local constitution, so as to forbid all discussion of council policy at any residents' forums, and the refusal by the Tories to allow any debate on the One Barnet programme, Citizen Barnet announced that residents would be now taking charge of the Cabinet meeting, and would remove any restrictions from the issues to be discussed. We are, she said, fighting to take back our democracy. 

At our meeting you can talk about One Barnet.

You can talk about policies.

You can talk about things that affect the whole borough.

They tried to stop us talking about them: we'll talk about what WE want to talk about.

These are OUR services.

This is OUR council.

And you: YOU have NO MANDATE!

The crowd picked up this last phrase and chanted it: YOU HAVE NO MANDATE! YOU HAVE NO MANDATE!

The councillors looked on, stunned. The officers looked mutinous. Sitting across from Mrs Angry, Councillor Brian Coleman sat impassively, and other Tories visibly blenched at the up close and personal reality of the rebellion going on around them. The leader's wife, Councillor Alison Cornelius, gulped some water. For once even the normally ebullient Andreas Tambourides was rattled, surrounded by disrespectful residents for perhaps the first time in his life as a Tory councillor: he hid in his seat, visibly shrinking, as if pretending he was not there. 

After some minutes of chaos, the Tory leader decided to try to assert some authority. He wondered if he might address the gallery. NO, said the gallery. Cornelius patronisingly told the residents that he really did not want to call the police, but he would have to, if they continued in this way. They ignored him. 

A handful of police drifted into the room, and stood by the door, but did nothing. In contrast to the outrageous behaviour by the council's former illegal, unlicensed, blackshirted thugs (Lord Rothermere would have rather taken a fancy to MetPro, one imagines) masquerading as security officers, at this meeting the new security staff acted perfectly properly, as did the police, wisely choosing to keep a distance and allow residents to continue unabated.

Predictably, the Tory Cabinet decided to rise and move out of the room, adjourning to a side chamber where they all squeezed into together, and carried on with their rubber stamping of the Capita contract. OUT OUT OUT chanted the residents ...

Naughty old veteran activist Mr Shepherd, the radical scourge and one man chorus of disapproval at most council meetings wandered about upsetting the Tory councillors as they began to leave: keep the Tory councillors IN, he suggested, revelling in their discomfiture. See, he said, gleefully: you've lost control. He was right.

Residents all moved to their vacated places around the table. Mrs Angry found herself sitting in the seat occupied by the Director of Corporate Governance. Unfortunately a spoilsport officer removed his place name, but she enjoyed the role, and informed him later in the corridor that she had taken the opportunity to amend the constitution, and reinstate the right to free expression in Broken Barnet. Poor Mr Lustig tried very hard to maintain his composure, but was unable to prevent an inadvertent and almost imperceptible twitch of his moustache that might, in other circumstances, have been mistaken for a smile.


We sat around the table, ready to enjoy the rare privilege of a free debate. Revolutionary days, observed Mr Shepherd, approvingly. One of the library occupiers remarked that what was happening was probably the most democratic thing that had happened in this building for a very long time. 

The security staff went about the table, removing the microphones, which was more of a symbolic act than anything. 

One of the telling features of the way in which council meetings are held in Barnet is that the sound system is seemingly designed to make communication as difficult as possible: every meeting is punctuated with demands from the public for councillors to remember to speak into the microphones so we can hear them, and every member of the public who dares to sit at a committee table to ask a question struggles to make themselves heard. 

The resulting dialogue is fractured, fraught, and characteristic of the whole dysfunctional relationship between members and residents: a lack of interest in being open and accountable, and contempt for the opinion of the electorate, representatives of whom now sat around that same table, making themselves heard, without need of amplification, to the councillors who were cowering next door, packed into a windowless room to hold their secret meeting.

Barbara Jacobson, the wonderful Chair of Barnet Alliance, first read out a statement of intent which was repeated, line by line, by the residents present. It was, thought Mrs Angry, rather in the line of a declaration of independence. No taxation, without representation, councillors of Broken Barnet. 

It also occurred to Mrs Angry to enjoy the thought that it is the women of this borough who have done the most to challenge the dictatorial regime imposed by our misogynistic Tory councillors. This revolution, the insurgency, would never have taken fire without the outspoken female residents who have simply had enough and taken matters into their own hands, taking on a role which they probably would never have envisaged for themselves.

Look at the people in the pictures: these are not professional activists, seasoned trouble makers. They are retired civil servants, and librarians, and gardeners, nurses, law students. They are occupying a committee room in the Town Hall that was the bastion of Thatcherism, a building that groans with the weight of Conservative political history. And here we are, in 2012, with a Conservative cabinet hiding in a safe room, selling off the council services to their friends in the private sector, surrounded by their electors, holding them hostage in their own meeting. What do you make of that, Eric Pickles, and David Cameron?


There was a door connecting the two rooms where two such different meetings were taking place last night in the Town Hall, neatly serving as a metaphor for the two Barnets: one in which the secret act of betrayal by our councillors went through its faux consideration of the Capita contract, and in the other, the first and only free debate about One Barnet that has taken place in a council building. 

Around nine o'clock the door opened, and the Tory leader Richard Cornelius stood before us, looking very pleased with himself. Once the yelling had been stopped, he was allowed to speak. He wanted to tell us that the Cabinet had approved the contract. He then left the room swiftly, while he still could.

During the Cabinet enclave, the residents had commenced their own meeting with the invocation read by Barbara Jacobson. We cannot be sure that the councillors were able to hear the entirety of the statement: here then, for their benefit, is the text of the declaration: a declaration, in truth, not of independence, but of war, issued on the evening of 6th December, 2012: the residents of Broken Barnet v their elected representatives:

We will not sit by and watch our community, local economy and livelihoods be destroyed. 

We will be there to protest when Capita turn up to claim their prize. 

While the Barnet Cabinet makes the biggest mistake of their political lives, we are taking over the Town Hall, because there is no democracy in Barnet.

Where has our democracy gone?

The One Barnet programme was not done in consultation with us, the public.

(The People, observed Mr Shepherd.)

It will affect each and everyone in Barnet.

If One Barnet contracts go ahead, it will be irreversible. 

Once our public services are gone, they are gone forever.

We are not going away. 

No matter what the Cabinet decides, whatever the Cabinet decides, it is only the beginning.

We are fighting to take back our democracy. 

We will keep on the fight.

We will keep on the fight.

We will keep on the fight, and reclaim our democracy.