Apparently, according to Wikipedia, you are labelled woke if you are aware of injustices and inequalities in the world, especially racism. OK, I put my hand up to that, as I do to caring about all unfairness in the world. And I guess most people I know do as well. Not only do I care, I want governments and organisations to act to change these wrongs and evils. Is that wrong? Does that need a special label? Surely not, it’s just basic humanity to care for others not so fortunate as ourselves. So, if that’s being woke, I’m woke, and happy to be so.
On some media platforms, the term woke can be read as derogatory, used to describe people who support Black Lives Matter, LGBT causes, the Me-Too movement, and plain old equality and social justice, and in that it has become political and used by right-wing extremist groups who want to point a finger at those they wish to belittle and diminish. Calling someone woke if they are aware and care is not a big deal; an unnecessary label maybe but not something I’d leave sleep over; using it to berate and be offensive to people standing up for fairness is not OK and needs to be called out.
I don’t belong to any political party, nor am I right or left-wing, judging issues as they arise on their merit or otherwise. All should be treated with dignity and respect – like you’d want to be treated yourself – embracing an inclusive society where kindness and rationality prevail.
My recent publications
Life in four stories
Four shorts: two about life, love, and death; one a poignant and disturbing memory that dangles a question unanswered; and one a wild fantasy – plus the first chapter of my latest book, Otto and Frankie.
All proceeds go to the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) to help the most vulnerable communities fight COVID – 19.
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My latest novel, Otto and Frankie, is about a dying man’s fight against injustice, his wife’s unusual affair, and the love from his long-lost daughter.
Otto and his daughter Frankie could not be more different. He’s rich, an acclaimed author, human rights activist, and lives in England. She lives in New York, just about survives from one pay cheque to the next and hasn’t seen or spoken to her father for twenty years. Dutifully reunited by his impending death, she’s amazed to find him a kind and noble man who, while grappling with his wife’s bizarre affair, champions for the world’s forgotten and dispossessed to his last. After Otto’s death, Frankie’s admiration for her father leads her into a dangerous and life changing pursuit.