Joe Reynolds’ words and photographs tell a squatter’s tale on the violence of eviction, using ghosts, dogs, legal battles, health problems and chaos to explain a story that cannot be whispered. Trigger Warning: This article contains numerous cases of copyright fraud that some readers may find distressing. I am currently on the run from the
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Means Testing in the Time of Corona
An open letter to the Secretary of State for Work and Pensions and the Senior Coroner for Inner North London, from Joe Reynolds. “I don’t want people to go away thinking we have stopped our support for people with disabilities, far from it…” – Thérèse Coffey, MP “…Far from it.” – Peter Schofield CB, Civil
Give ‘Em Enough Rope
A (Late) Valentine to Jeremy Corbyn and Boris Johnson by Joe Reynolds. Right Honourable Gentlemen,Roses are white, violence is who?Give ’em enough ropeAnd they’ll do it for you I write to live but I am going to die. I have no address, I have no health insurance. I was diagnosed with a brain disease last
Brexit and the Borders of Humanity
Joe Reynolds writes on the phenomenon of the Calais migrant situation as he saw it in 2016, at the height of the media panic, amid Brexit manoeuvrings and a violent French crackdown. The borders of the United Kingdom are militarised with both the language of fear and the chemical burn of tear gas. From the