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scn93 from Festival Eye 1993, page 14
The images interlocked with work that I was doing on the landscape. What interested me was the way, at different times and places, people experience their world in different ways, and the way in which some people's world gets validated and other people's gets marginalised. So I started to write about Stonehenge - prehistoric, historic and contemporary.
As far as the contemporary scene was concerned, there was no way of avoiding thinking about questions of physical access, and emotional and intellectual access; no way of avoiding issues of civil liberties, and no way of avoiding the recognition that archaeologists were implicated. English Heritage and the National Trust prevent access because of the archaeological "fragility" - and richness of the area. But I know, and you know, that archaeologists themselves from the nineteenth century onwards have destroyed more than they have recovered, that the English Heritage visitor's centre, the MOD ranges to the north, and the police barriers and trenches have all done far more damage than the free festival.
I began to give some seminars and lectures on contemporary Stonehenge and I found that there were a lot of archaeologists who were getting very queasy about what was going on. So, eventually, I and a colleague from Cambridge, Mark Edmonds, wrote a longish piece for the Guardian, and then, since it was the run-up to the Solstice, we were inundated with requests to talk on the radio and television.
When we wrote the piece in the Guardian we rang around all the archaeologists we knew to see who would back us, and were amazed - everyone backed us. The only people we didn't ask, and whom we knew wouldn't be happy, were two pinnacles of the archaeological establishment, at Oxford and Cambridge. So we weren't just mavericks - there were professors, readers, senior lecturers...
Next step was a mini-protest, taking a small bus-load to Stonehenge on the night of the Solstice. Here on a first come first serve basis, we took archaeologists from Glasgow, Lampeter, Cambridge, Oxford and London. I guess that some of those who supported the piece in the Guardian would not have prepared to take direct action, but I know that there were a great many other archaeologists who would have been prepared to come.
Of course we didn't get anywhere. The police vans were visible even before we got to Wiltshire, and we were stopped at the Amesbury roundabout. They were super polite but handed us a couple of warning injunctions.
We tried to get in further to the north, were followed by vans with flashing lights. We asked what would happen if we went in one by one with fifty yards between us (we knew about the section of the Public Order Act which makes two people a procession!). They said they'd arrest us anyhow. We tried one more time and a Welsh policeman asked why we didn't just get a ticket to go in! Tired and rather cold we went to the pub in Amesbury. No one was around, we left some leaflets that we'd written
Eventually we drove to Avebury. It was wonderful. There were people dancing and dowsing, and just sitting quietly. (We - with our camera crew - were the intruders.) This is what Stonehenge should be like. It made the expedition worthwhile.
In the immediate aftermath, it felt like an anti-climax. The Guardian reporter who had come with us wrote it up as a sort of joke - stereotyped academic "rebels" - actually not even rebels, just slightly batty ivory-towerers. Nothing has changed, but then, what made us think it would?
But in the long run, I guess it does seem to have been worthwhile. Southern Eye made a film for BBC2 which used footage from the journey and the film ended with Jocelyn Stevens being very conciliatory. there was a radio phone-in after the show and local people came out - I guess for the first time - against the exclusionary politics. (It wasn't, of course, just because of the film, and certainly not because of our action; it was mainly because they were utterly fed up with the cost of the police exercise, and also because they'd had enough of what they saw as the high-handed tactics of English Heritage vis-a-vis the new Visitors' centre...)
For me, writing the Guardian piece and going in the bus were good news because I got to know some of the Stonehenge Campaign people. It was good to discover that our action had seemed important to them and to others trying to make their way to Stonehenge.
And finally, thinking about the year, and this Solstice, the question was what should - could - we archaeologists do? I guess we quailed at trying to lead a bigger expedition. So, instead I'm co-ordinating a travelling expedition - @Stonehenge Belongs to You amd me'. It is about contestations and appropriations and about who gets to be heard. It's got all different voices - Free Festivalers, Druids, Locals, 'landowners, archaeologists. English Heritage were going to put in their bit, but they backed off a week before the opening... The exhibition has stuff on media distortion, on legal and police action, and on government legislation.
The exhibition runs from June 10-19th at Torriano Meeting House, 99 Torriano Avenue, London NW5 (nearest tube Kentish Town). There are three workshops - June 14th is an open forum; June 15th videos will be shown; June 16th will be the legal fall-out with people from Liberty, Charter 88, and Save the Children. Afterwards the exhibition will go to Exeter Museum in September, Bristol Museum in October, and Salisbury Museum in November.
I hope very much that anyone who has staggered through to the end of this long article will come and see the show - there are lots of good photos by Tash and John Warburton!
All the best for this year's Solstice.
Barbara Bender Dept of Anthropology, University College, Gower St, London WC1E 6BT
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We are voices in the wilderness, Much more so than forty years ago. I mean voices for liberty. No one wants it any more. Yet it seems to me that just because of the present mad clamour for dictatorship, We of all people should not give up. Some day, some time, Long after we are gone, Liberty may again raise its proud head. It is up to us to blaze its way - Dim as our torch may seem today, It is still the one flame. Emma Goldman 1933.
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............. a Message ............... I give body to your inventions, marking moon and sun constellations. Before you try to implement your order: Hear Me. My stones count a single generation of moon's returning; I have numbered fifty centuries and always squared the Trinity. Now you grant Assumption to God's Mother: Raise Me. I hold earth and air to frame the light, releasing fire gods year by year since hours were kept and seeds first planted; you who threaten earth and air and water: Know me. You hold me as a victim, bound and gagged, exhibited mis-used and triple guarded; jealous suitors fighting for my tenure to purge this ignorance fear and anger: Free me. Grant me the space where I was planted, restore my sacred long horizons to sheep and skylark, butterfly and flower, respect my functions, visit me with wonder: Share me. My cry (the voice of this green planet lost in wasted land and fruitless argument) is for a new age, not a monument. I was built to sing forever: Hear me. ...........( from Stonehenge ) ............
Here's a little history Of a bigger mystery I have written this story into my song. If it isn't what you're used to I hope it will amuse you And maybe if you choose to Then you'll sing along it goes: I am as old as the universe: I've been here before and I'll be here again; I am a child of the universe: a part of each woman and part of each man. Once upon a sometime and once upon a somewhere and once upon a somehow there was a big bang. Energy revolving and energy dissolving amd energy evolving and that's what I am. Chorus (I am as old ... man) I'm a litlle flower that blossoms for an hour but in my Mother's power that grows on and on. Power at the root of me and power in the shoot of me power in this fruit that will pass my seed on. Chorus (I am as old ... man) I am not a somebody and I am not a nobody I'm a cell in one body filling all space. All I ever could be and all I ever should be and all I ever will be {/would?} is here in this place. (Theo Simon)
==== An Ancient Eastern Story ====== You went on a trip to where you imagined the need for journeys would have ended. Much you saw and would have liked to have had was guarded by monsters. It didn't surprise you: yet that you'd conjured them yourself out of fear and out of absurd jealousies was unknown to you. No wiser from that trip all you learned was how best to destroy monsters. Many have vanished, but listen:- much that they guarded and that you wanted has vanished with them.STONEHENGE NEWSLETTER 1993 May dice george stuff
************************* * LETTER FROM KARELIA * Stonehenge is a symbol. * Namaste * (dice)George. ( PS - the reconstruction on George Firsoff's red Oxford tickets is wrong. Is that why I bagsyed off Arthur's mob care of the small,south,Stone Eleven? ************************* You put your left wing in, You take your right wing out, hash in, pipe out, shake it all about. You do the smokey dopey and you feel far out, cos that's what its all about! Oh.. gacky wacky backy, Oh.. yippy trippy hippy, Oh.. hopi smokey dopey, Mind bend, arf mix, Ra sta star !
I'm a Romany Rye, just an old didikai, I build all my temples beneath the blue sky, I live in a tent and I don't pay no rent, and that's why they call me the Romany Rye. Didi-a-didi-a-didi-di-kai, chavvies, Tika-dika-tika-a-lai, Your papa's tryin' to sell a mush a kushti gri. I'm a Romany rye, just an old didikai, I live in a mansion beneath the blue stars, I were't born in a ditch, so I won't never grow rich, But that's why they call me the romany rye. Tikka, tikka, didikai, tikka, tikka, didikai That's why they call him the romany rai Tikka-tikka-didikai, tikka tikka, didikai, That's why they call him the romany rai. I'm a Romany Rai, a true didikai, My temple's a mansion beneath the blue stars, I'm a Romany Rai, a true didikai, just campin' around, on any ole ground, But that's why they call him the Romay Rai.- With all credits to Mic, Mic & Susie Darling (c).
stonehenge 1988(spring equinox)after the usual ceremonies in the stones i found a mystery used camera film in my bag. i later had the film developed in an effort to identify the owner. i recognised no one. there were shadowy pictures of 'hippies' in som e country fort or other but more suprizingly of some assian people in a city location. i spread word of my find via the peoples free information network. in only a short while jon from swansea sent me word that it was his very much valued film. isent him the negs and prints, he reimbursed my expense and sent me a copy of the black sheep newsletter. next spring i found myself in a goa bank the asian lady next to me had an irish passport and was reading 'i know why the caged bird sings'. we broke ice and went for a fresh juice together. jon from swansea surfaced amid her enthusiastic chatter. he was her boyfriend and i had seen pictures of her a year before i met her. we later shared a room. (small world theory-networking is easy.)
Sunday 25th of April, 1993.
A variety of Stonehengers met and talked. Think of this perahps as an opinion poll of random people, biased by the counter!
The Stonehenge Campaign c/o 99 Torriano Av London NW5 2RX
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