Listen to Janine speaking at Momentum's The World Transformed event at Labour Party conference on 24 September 2017.
On her voddy and coke
When Pat told her the Tories' intention
To unlock her pension
Not to mention
Their plans for social care
Grow old if you dare
Mrs May says
It's her lucky day
Molly can die in her own home
But as soon as she's cold
Her home will be sold
To pay off the loan
To cover the bill
She racked up being ill
Janine gave this talk at 'East End Women Take Action', an event held on 24 September 2016, organised by the East End Women's Museum.
Crazed Loner - a poem about the portrayal of mental ill-health in the murder of Jo Cox MP, performed at Ealing TUC International Women's Day celebration.
By Joe Booth and Janine Booth, published in Solidarity 426, 11 January 2017
Socialist activists are drafting a manifesto for the Labour Party of radical policies to advance equality for autistic and other neurodivergent people (those with an atypical “brain-wiring”, usually a condition such as dyspraxia or attention deficit disorder). Supported by John McDonnell, a steering group has drafted a proposed manifesto and, having launched it at Labour Party conference in September, is now inviting input from Labour Party and trade union bodies and interested individuals.
Written on the occasion of the Labour Party's campaign day for the NHS.
It isn't my humour
That sees off my tumour
Or my banter and mocking derision
It isn't my laugh
But the medical staff
And their caring, their skills, their precision
Text of the George Lansbury Memorial Lecture, given on 16 November 2016 at Queen Mary University, London.
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1. Disabled People Against Cuts held a week of action to coincide with the Paralympic Games. During the week, DPAC attended our Southern Rail picket line. Disabled campaigners have compiled a report alleging that Southern's plans to remove guards breach the Equality Act in making its services less accessible to disabled passengers.
Move to the ground in the centre, you said
Nobody likes a dissenter, you said
On leaving the fringes
Let us move to the centre, you said
Come down from the high ground, you claimed that we must
Move from town to the plains, this is shit or it's bust
You would find the location
Just there, where the ground's laid with dust