Jane Morrison-Ross (she, hers)

WTAF???!! As his final act, Wes Streeting just signed off ALL OUR PATIENT RECORDS to Palantir WITHOUT our knowledge or consent & then resigned “Your medical notes, prescriptions & DNA will be used however a politician decides; you’ll have no say & no choice” TO PALANTIR!!! 🚩

🇺🇸 Obama YESTERDAY : “Bibi wanted war with Iran. I blocked it. I called him a war criminal and kicked him out of my office. He sold it to Trump. Rest is history.” 🇺🇸 Trump TODAY: "We started war to help Israel." Obama was absolutely right about him. 🔥

Cho breagha!

Stone cold racism on a scale I have NEVER seen in my lifetime is happening in real time.  Louisiana Governor Landry suspended a primary election — where tens of thousands of people had ALREADY VOTED — to redistrict and eliminate Black representation. Our country is supposed to be about the expansion of liberty and freedom. We're seeing the exact opposite.

I am lost for words. Having such a prominent British Jewish voice write this Op-Ed means so much. Thank you Daniel Levy. Thank you @zeteo_news @mehdirhasan for publishing this without a paywall. Link is below: zeteo.com/p/misan-harrim…

UN says it's genocide. HRC says it's genocide. PVA says it's genocide. ICJ says it's genocide. ICC says it's genocide. Anyone who knows anything about genocide says it's genocide. Everyone is lying except Israel who are committing genocide and ethnic cleansing.

Este año no estaremos en Eurovisión, pero lo haremos con la convicción de estar en el lado correcto de la historia. Por coherencia, responsabilidad y humanidad.

@MandSBank Ps Kim, I do appreciate you trying to help, thank you. It shouldn't be this hard though.

@MandSBank Apart from....I won't! Tried again, nope just more looping as above. I wrote to you a week ago as back up, no response. Why js it impossible to speak to an actual person?

@MandSBank I need info on a closed account. I don't have the account number so can't get through on your customer service number. How do.I get to speak to an actual person please?

Can't stop thinking about Elon Musk, the wealthiest man alive worth $828 billion, spending $290 million to elect Trump, becoming $563 billion richer since Trump was elected and ending humanitarian aid that will lead to the deaths of 4.5 million of the poorest kids on the planet.

Prince Harry spoke about both antisemitism AND anti-Muslim hate. The BBC choosing to highlight only one is blatant bias. As an ethnic minority and a licence payer i don't pay for bias. Do better @BBCNews you are a PUBLIC broadcaster and as such, should be serving all communities fairly @Ofcom

So Israel bombed a wedding yesterday. Multiple fatalities. At a wedding. I guess they ran out of schools to target.

Shameful A young minority politician - who has broken no rules - is elected. Days after their election such is the abuse they suffer they have to be escorted by additional security staff. Those who have led the pile on to Q Manivannan should take a long hard look at themselves.

Child deaths in wars: Ukraine: +791 in 4 years. Palestine: +21,000 in 2.7 year. Lebanon: +200 in 74 days. Does the world condemn the killing of children or is it complicated when it is Middle Eastern children?

YOUNG PEOPLE. LISTEN UP. Today Nigel Farage said the government should cut the minimum wage for young people ...to “raise aspiration” and “boost business" It's £10ph FFS! Lower your pay so you’ll dream bigger DO YOU SEE IT NOW? Spread far & wide. bylinetimes.com/2025/11/03/nig…

@MandSBank It doesn't though, it just loops through the options, then says 'your response has not been recognised'.....

@ScottishCEO Hi, please call 0345 900 0900 lines are open 8am-8pm. If you don't choose any option you will be transfered to an advisor to help. Best wishes, Kim

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IN PRAISE OF FRANCESCA ALBANESE There is a question that visits me in the small hours, when sleep will not come and the mind turns over old stones. The question is this: “What would I have done in the 1930s, on the morning after Kristallnacht?" Not what I say I would have done. Not what I hope I would have done. But what would I actually have done—when the trains began to run, when the neighbours grew quiet, when the cost of decency became the loss of everything? Most of us, I think, would have done little. Not from malice. From fear. From the soft, creeping conviction that someone else will speak, that the situation is complex, that we must be 'reasonable'. Lest we forget, the ordinary is the extraordinary's alibi. And how we have clung to that alibi! How we still cling to it! And then, every once in a terrible while, someone appears who does not cling. Someone who steps forward when others step back. Someone who speaks the name of the thing when everyone else is busy naming something else. Francesca Albanese is that someone. She stands before the world—alone, unarmed, armed only with law and language and a rare courage—and she says what the centrists will not say, what the foreign ministries will not say, what the editorial boards will not say. She says: "This is a genocide. And we are watching it happen." Do not tell me that is hyperbole. Do not tell me the term is contested. She has not used it lightly. She has used it as a physician arrives scientifically at a diagnosis—not to wound, but to warn. Not to inflame, but to name. And for that, they have come for her. Oh, how they have come for her. Smears. Investigations. Vicious editorials. Frozen bank accounts. Dispossession of the only apartment she had ever owned. The machinery of the respectable turned to crush her. Because the respectable cannot abide what she represents: a mirror held up to their complicity. Let us, once again, travel back to the 1930s. Back to the few who stood up when the trains began to run laden with Jewish people. There was Aristides de Sousa Mendes, a Portuguese consul in Bordeaux. He defied his own government. He signed thousands of visas, by hand, for hours, until his fingers bled. He saved more lives than Schindler. And he died penniless, disgraced, erased. There was a German officer in Warsaw named Wilm Hosenfeld. He hid a Jewish pianist in the rubble. He did not save thousands. He saved one. But that one—Władysław Szpilman—carried the memory. And memory is "the only haven from which we cannot be expelled." There was Raoul Wallenberg. There were the villagers of Le Chambon. There were the anonymous, the quiet, the furious few who said: “Not on my watch.” Francesca Albanese is their heir. Not because she carries a gun. Not because she hides refugees in her basement. But because she does something equally dangerous in a world that has perfected the art of not seeing. She sees. And she speaks. She does not speak as a diplomat. Thank Goodness she doesn't! Diplomats have given us the language of "there are arguments on both sides" and "restraint" and "proportionality." Diplomatic language is the perfumed grave of moral clarity. No, she speaks as a jurist. As a human being. As a woman who has looked into the abyss and refused to call it a "complex geopolitical landscape". Edna O'Brien once described a character who "had the recklessness of those who have already lost everything worth losing." Francesca Albanese has not lost everything. She has her dignity, her office, her voice, her family. But she has calculated the cost of speaking truth to power. And she has decided that that cost is infinitely less than the cost of silence. What is that cost? Let us name it. She has been called antisemitic—she, who stands on the ground of international law forged in the ashes of Auschwitz and the fires of Nuremberg. She has been called a conspiracy theorist—she, who cites every source, every footnote, every UN resolution. She has been called naive—she, who understands better than most the machinery of realpolitik. These accusations are not arguments. They are the spittle of the threatened. Because Francesca Albanese threatens something very precious to the powerful: the right to commit atrocity without being named. Friends, the 1930s did not arrive with jackboots and pogroms on day one. They arrived in small increments. With "reasonable" restrictions. With "proportional" measures. With the silence of the respectable. We tell ourselves that we would have been different. That we would have been Sousa Mendes. That we would have been Wallenberg. But most of us, I fear, would have been the neighbours who later said, "I didn't know." Francesca Albanese knows. And she refuses to pretend otherwise. So let us praise her. Not with statues or awards she does not seek. But with something harder: with our own refusal to look away. With our own voices, raised in places that are safe for us but dangerous for her. With our own bodies, if it comes to that. A brave woman, who was injured while demonstrating outside a US nuclear military base in 1982, the infamous Greenham Common, had told me that "the heart is a hunter for what it cannot have." But I say the heart is a hunter for what it will not lose. And what we will not lose is the memory of those who stood up when standing up cost everything. Francesca Albanese is standing up now. In our time. In our name. Under our indifferent sky. Let us stand with her. Not tomorrow. Not when it is safe. Now. [Extract from a speech in Athens on Sunday 3rd May 2026]

Please dont define a women, especially in death at the hands of a man, by her relationship to a man and by that man's status. Her name was Annabel Rook.