A fantasy letter to British Home Secretary Jacqui Smith, the Big Sister
bigsistered | 14.01.2009 04:02 | Indymedia | Repression | Social Struggles
BASED on the original screen play and scripts of the play
“Struugling to live with thje Vicious Big Sister”
To be broadcast on the internet
Dear Big Sister Jacqui Smith,
You really are abusing our trust.
You must stop it.
Or we may have to call the police on you.
Just imagine this is a family member confiding in you.
You may also imagine that this is a toddler or a similar such young person whose very survival depends on the care, dedication and reliability of the family's bread-winner.
What is troubling this family is that you have been appearing near the family too many times.
You, Big Sister, ought not to intrude.
Especially not when a family is struggling to make ends meet.
The agony and the distress that visit upon this family appear to be coming from you.
One minute you are looking at the family from the screen in the corner.
The next you are pouring at us from the tree top. Or from other such heights.
And then you are at the bus stop.
Next you will b on the bus, staring at the family from too close a quarter.
It is making us very wary.
Paranoid may be the word.
Come to think of it, you may have wanted to drive us into paranoia to begin with.
It is apparently working.
“Struugling to live with thje Vicious Big Sister”
To be broadcast on the internet
Dear Big Sister Jacqui Smith,
You really are abusing our trust.
You must stop it.
Or we may have to call the police on you.
Just imagine this is a family member confiding in you.
You may also imagine that this is a toddler or a similar such young person whose very survival depends on the care, dedication and reliability of the family's bread-winner.
What is troubling this family is that you have been appearing near the family too many times.
You, Big Sister, ought not to intrude.
Especially not when a family is struggling to make ends meet.
The agony and the distress that visit upon this family appear to be coming from you.
One minute you are looking at the family from the screen in the corner.
The next you are pouring at us from the tree top. Or from other such heights.
And then you are at the bus stop.
Next you will b on the bus, staring at the family from too close a quarter.
It is making us very wary.
Paranoid may be the word.
Come to think of it, you may have wanted to drive us into paranoia to begin with.
It is apparently working.
bigsistered