Liza Martin-Pope

It’s official …..

So it’s official that thankfully my home in France is now dry and safe to live in …

Starting blogging I had a house that I had purchased when I was working in UK in management. It was For retirement.

When the attacks were becoming impossible go work around including associates of the rapist arriving in my stores and various other issues I had to leave.

I went to France almost immediately and felt it was the right thing to stay for safety and a place for my children to visit.

However this was not to be during some routine repairs a leak was uncovered on a pipe behind the drywall. It was running like a tap against the granite wall.

That wall which was dark grey in colour has several years later turned out to be light grey !

The house with no foundations had water soaked into the underfloor and electric box housed nearby. It was a massive fire risk.

It has taken almost three years and two repairs to dry the walls and electrics I had visited several times to make sure all was drying and no leaks returned.

The timing could not have been worse as effectively I was left unemployed and without a proper home ( for anyone who was wondering why I was living on a boat !)

Finally after applying for temporary asylum in Canada ( as I have family there ) I returned to my house and it is dry. No leak and the granite and electrics are safe!!

So now it has been repair and redecorate time….

Two ladies, Starbucks, #1 hubby Kim Namjoon…

I wonder into Starbucks this morning. Still bleary eyed from posting on social media in support of the famillies in Israel who have children and family members missing or killed in Terror attack on 7:10. It is exhausting, yet I have to do whatever I can in any way. With another late night I take a seat in the corner and see a woman with a doggo and crutch walking in the area with her coffee. She requires walking sticks so I pick up my cup and offer the high fixed seat for stability, which she accepts with thanks, I stand collect my cup and two ladies sat at the next table say to me “really like your cup!’ I thank them, it’s my insulated gold Starbucks cup bought to replace the one that was stolen along with other items during the court case.

I admire the cups of each lady, one a glitter ball style with rainbow colours that change colour and the other a simple block coloured cup. We talk about how we found our cups and one of the ladies tells me that they travel as part of a worldwide gaming community. Their most recent trip being to Korea… I know nothing of gaming so they begin to tell me all about the activity and one lady enthusiastically tells me that her number one husband is Kim Namjoon. A man who is part of a

7/10 Never again and hostages released…time to speak.

The attack in Israel was shocking on so many levels, I have found it very hard to speak about openly. Mainly because people I spoke to held the most shocking views I had ever heard. Comments that hurt to the core of my very being. As an asylum seeker in hiding from threats to kill me by a number of males having given evidence in a High Court case about sex offending still serving police officer and his associates in England I felt really vulnerable myself at the time of the attacks.

The morning I heard about the terror attacks I was curled up in bed. The radio was on, I was drinking a cup of tea and the newsreader announced in clippped English a terror attack in Israel.

This is a headline I have heard many times in my 51 years. Yet this time the numbers were huge, hostages taken and the use of horrific sexual violence by terrorists and torture. This was something I just could not even comprehend. The men were filming the attack on a livestream and calling mothers to boast about how many Jews they had killed. This unbelievable horror. the worst terrorist attack since 9/11 and the largest slaughter of Jews since the holocaust. This all unfolded on a kibbutz. A place I am familiar with as my mums brother lived on one when I was a child. A rite of passage like military service. At the time there was no indication to me that this was anything unusual. Although none of my friends in childhoods had famillies living in Israel.

There was something about this attack that was different and over these months I have discovered why and only now am I able to eloquently express this from a place of having any knowledge and the feelings that these horrors raised in me of rage, disbelief and then a dull numbness at the street parties that followed.

What I knew before this attack was that area that everyone in the West calls Gaza is actually Israel and is a region. Not unlike Hampshire in England. It is small in size and had previously been a British colony. They unlike the Rothschilds ( who paid for large parts of the land of Israel to bring together a state whereby the holocaust could never happen again.) had not paid for the land. It was however prosperous. After the holocaust this land was handed to the Israeli state that had been set up with the land the Rothschild’s had purchased. Of course at that time there were Jews living in Israel.

Here it gets.a bit fuzzy for me as I was not there or party to those negotiations. However the Israeli state grew exponentially, enterprising and creative people built. It seems that they did this not to be a Jewish supremacist power state, but because after holocaust they knew that there was huge murderous hatred for Jews and they had suffered throughout history. The holocaust was the systematic ethnic cleansing on an entire continent, with unspeakable torture and treatment of Jews. The democracy grew and flourished and areas of Israel attracted poorer people from Egypt, Syria and others parts of the Arab world. Attracted no doubt by the thriving economy being created and opportunities for development. However many Arabic states want to gain influence in the West to build thriving communities that have historically had dark links to murderous terrorists, who align themselves with religion, not unlike the IRA. These terrorists have very clear aims and in the Middle East this includes murdering Jews. Although historically Anglicans were also target of attacks, 9/11, 7/7 I could go on.

All terror attacks are horrific and the loss of innocent life is devastating. Growing up I saw regularly terrorism against Israel. It was so usual and included, taking entire aircraft’s hostage, demanding large sums of cash in return for the hostages lives. The television often had news stories of terrorist attacks within Israel. Car bombings, shootings and later suicide bombings. This was during the time of the IRA in England. I recognised this terrorism. I often glanced under the car just in case, or worried what happened if they blew up a building when I was on a regular stay in London. During one terror attack my daughter was in London as machete wielding men stabbed and murdered their way through an area of revellers.

I was also very aware that across areas of the world where terrorists operated or state coups, that rape of women was a very common and horrific occurrence. I also found out that state rape was also authorised ( unlike Israel and most western democracies ) by England. Having been subject to this treatment myself I was all too aware of this. Yet the horrors in Israel were like a mirror into familial violence I have heard and seen about all my life in England. 200 women are murdered by men in England every year. Children are also murdered regularly. Sexual violence is so commonplace against women and children that it is almost no longer illegal in many respects. Raping your wife is legal and threats to kill women are so usual I cannot count the number of times a man has threatened to kill me in my 51 years.

Yet to see seven years of familial violence ( in UK stats ) committed in just a few hours on camera on a kibbutz in Israel was the ultimate horror. That the area of Gaza had been segregated a few years ago. This is like the neighbours breaking into your home and committing seven years of familial violence towards famillies, children, babies and young people having a huge party.

Every victim was Jewish, the largest number of Jews murdered since the holocaust and it was in their own homeland. I was so numb I haven’t cried yet. over 100 people were taken hostage, I say people but this included babies children elderly and others. Driven into the area of Israel occupied and run by terrorists. These innocent people were apparently held in tunnels, a network that was dug of some 650 miles. More that the British subway system in England. Used to store weapons under the makeshift school, churches, and the burnt out buildings. These once positive Arabs who sought a better future settling in Israel, now the pawns of terrorists from outside of Israel using them as human shields to condemn Israel, who over years have had to cross the border or try and stop the terror attacks.

Israel paused after the attacks, as did I, long enough to pack a bag and leave England. I watched the hate marches on the television, I heard the shouts of infatada, holy war, calls for Genocide of Jews in Israel. I watched some of the live feed that was released by Israel, yet the images so horrific I could not breathe without a feeling of anger inside me so strong that it was almost a physical pain. I could not describe…

I knew very small amount of history of Israel, except I know a lot about terrorism and how it can be so difficult to stop terror attacks from happening.

I placed my blogging and release of my first book on hold. I have spent some time learning about Israels history and my own mothers heritage. Yet this attack for me raised too many questions about the antisemitism that followed. The hatred the lies the denial of particularly the sexual violence was sickening. Even with a live stream of murder and torture, still people throughout the west called Jews liars and white supremacists ( except that many Jews are not actually cascasian. I still haven’t cried properly, it has resolved me to visit Israel as soon as possible and I turned over this blog about gender violence to the Jewish nations horrific targeting and campaigned on social media to release hostages.

I still hear the antisemitism but in truth the war that Israeli is undertaking is a war between light and Dark and where there is darkness light always wins out ! Because we have made torches and technology to make sure that it does!!

Bring Them Home now, Never again is now, I stand with Israel forever ….

Lockdown…tears

Bloganuary writing prompt
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

It had been almost a year into the lockdown. I lived alone and had little or no contact with people. I was crying during a regular messaging session with my most special person. I was crying and messaged that I was crying. The reply ‘I shall kiss away those tears’ in that moment I have never felt more loved and cared for and so not alone.

Truth, Love, Freedom…

Daily writing prompt
Who are the biggest influences in your life?

What a combo, like a line from a film, Hollywood blockbuster meets party manifesto. Yet these three words and the concepts behind them are remarkably difficult to achieve, required constant work and are not a linear process. Inescapable truths are exactly what they say on the tin. A persons actions are an unescapable truth. Our word are undeniable and the thoughts behind both are the only part of the truth hidden, I suppose like the spirit of a written law or constitution.

So my actions are my truth, my words can be misinterpreted and this is perhaps true of every person. In fact many languages have more than one meaning for a word. This can complicate interpretation and perhaps the truth of the written or spoken word.

Yet the most overuse words are in my view I love you. What honestly does it mean. How do these words translate into the truth of the matter ? These two aspects of life are so closely interwoven. Is it really love to tell small untruths ? I have considered this over the years and I use this as my example for truth and love. Many years ago heavily medicated and hugely overweight. The meds to try and suggest that I was mad rather than traumatised ! I visited a doctor. It was about a small growth, that happily turned out to be benign. However during the consultation he looked me in the eye and said simply. You are fat, you are overweight and if you do nothing you are going to present with leg ulcers and other symptoms associated with medication induced diabetes. You will die prematurely.

I remember in that moment. the shock, I knew the doctor for many years, we had lived in area for almost twenty years. In that moment i realised what love is really, It’s the truth so, that the person can make informed decisions. Medicine is a very good example of this love in action. There is something about truth that speaks of love, that when the truth is removed or forbidden then so is love. When we are told the truth it sets us free, My example led to me stopping the medication and dieting to lose the weight. That truth saved my life.

The honesty is love and the freedom to choose is the outcome. I have loved a man for many years. In the beginning I lied but this was ultimately or protect him. I was scared to tell him the truth, because I could not bear for him to be hurt. Men I have loved were attacked in workplaces and in public by the police officer that attacked me all those years ago, or his assosciates. I could not bear for this to happen. I felt responsible for his welfare, So I lied told him I could not do a relationship with him. There really is love in that lie. However this was forced from a huge untruth that was recorded about me by police officers and social workers and council workers. That I was mad and that the police officer was not a rapist. These untruths and the attacks pushed me for the first time to lie about my feelings… Did it give him freedom ? No, because the truth always comes out in the end unless the person is trying to hide something for the wrong reasons.

The lies that were told about me restricted my freedom and ultimately disallowed me from telling the truth to the man I love most in the world. That truth was eventually told to the High Court and not threats to kill or attempted murder intimidation or threats was every going to stop me. The truth was important not just for my freedom but the freedom of my children, who also were forced to suffer in silence and abuse….

Now we are beginning to live in truth painful but with the beginnings of freedom….