Was John that much a dick...? I'm getting a lot of John hate these days, on internet etc... I know he wasn't the peace and love guy everyone tries to remember him like... i know all the "racist and homophobic" things aren't true but are those "bad father" things true ? Did he ever hurt (physically) Cyn or Yoko ...?
Ok, that’s not an easy question.
I’ll try to be as more cautious as possible.
The thing is: John had an aggressive personality, since he was a child. I think it was his way to hide his insecurities and fragilities. I’m not defending him, I’m just saying it’s a matter of character. Said that, I think what is important is to understand in which society John lived and was raised. He lived during the 40s and 50s, a strictly sexist and homophobic society. All the movies he watched were about men hitting women, it was something he probably saw often, cause for the society of that time it was a ‘normal’ thing to do. I don’t know exactly in which year but reading Lewisohn book John talked about this problem, it must be around 70s cause Yoko is in the interview too. And he said that since he was a kid he was reaised that way, he watched Humphrey Bogart hitting women on the telly, he saw sexist advertisements, everything around him was like that. Because society was like that.And he was influenced by it.
Mimi and Julia were outsiders, just like all John’s aunts. Five strong independent women: Mimi was a strong, clever, independent woman who didn’t want to get married to depend on a man. Julia was the same, despite all the troubles she went through, she was a very lovely and kind woman who just followed her heart and had very bad luck with men who left her alone, and for that reason considered a woman with a ‘sin’ by society. She could play the banjo which was such an unusual thing for that time because most women were allowed to cook and stay at home, society didn’t have a great considerations of them. And that’s how John was raised. Only later in his life he realised his errors. He revealed that he was influenced by the movies he watched and by the sexist society to see that behaviour as normal. And it was something he regretted later and tried to correct. That’s why later in his life he tried to share as much peaceful messages as possible, cause it was his way to correct himself and his behaviour, to forgive himself for what he had done.
Still, I’m not defending him cause it doesn’t mean that all the men who were raised during that era hit women. George Harrison didn’t, neither Ringo. But, I’m quite sure that there was a very low consideration of the woman, therefore, an aggressive personality like John thought it was a normal thing to do.
And same goes for the racist problem. Talking about the articles that floated around some months ago about John mocking disabled people and called him a racist, the whole story about this ‘problem’ is this one: When he was about 12 or 13, after school he went to the bus stop with his friends and he saw a group of disabled people on the street, men on wheelchairs, people with amputated arms. It was very common to meet them during that time, they were people who experienced the War.
And John’s reaction to it was to laugh. He did the same when his uncle George died. He locked up in his room with his cousin and they started laughing until their stomach had cramps. I’m not saying it’s normal but I’m none to judge the way someone reacts to a relative’s death. It was probably his way to hide his suffering, since uncle George was the closest person ever for him during that time and his death caused him lot of stress and panic attacks. Once he said to Pete ‘I’m starting to think I’m a jinx’, he seriously believed it.
Later, during the Beatles era, the spactic episodes were common, and I don’t think he did it cause he hated disabled people. He felt angry at the world and he picked on those he perceived as vulnerable. I can’t remember who said it, probably Pete Shotton, that in class lots of kids used to mock disabled people and they didn’t even know what they were doing. Ok, they were kids while John was a grown-up in his 20s during the Beatles era, still I think that history and 60s society must be taken into consideration. Never forget that mothers of disabled children were coming up to the Beatles and asking them to just touch their child’s hand in the hopes that it would cure the child’s ailment. The front row at their concerts was always full of kids in wheelchairs almost as though they were waiting to be annointed by the Beatles sweat. Soon this became a horrifying experience for John.
In 1972 he put on a concert to benefit disabled children. It was his way to do something right and correct his past immaturity. He even wanted to make a whole album of the show for charity but it never happened until 1986, after his death. Also, planning a charity concert wasn’t something so popular in the 70s.
I don’t think it was his intention to be cruel to women or to disabled children. John Lennon was not an angel or the peace and love myth today media shows us. Forget that. He was a genius who had a hard childhood and went through lot of traumas that gave him a tough and troubled personality. He did mistakes that he recognized later in his life, trying his best to do good actions to correct the wrong things he had done in the past.
Guilty pleasure? A lazy weekend in bed watching box sets, especially anything American and sci-fi. I recently got through Netflix’s Stranger Things.
Where is home? Wherever my suitcase is, because I’m away so much for filming. I had a home in London for 12 years and now have a place in Scotland, which is where I’m from.
Career plan B? I’m really into sport, so perhaps a professional sportsman.
Who would play you in a movie of your life? Sean Connery.
Biggest bugbear? People littering the natural environment. Hiking is a great passion of mine and I find myself picking up empty bottles.
As a child you wanted to be… A magician.
Earliest memory? Playing in the grounds of a ruined castle in Balmaclellan, Southwest Scotland. We lived in converted stables on the estate.
Secret to a happy relationship? As I travel so much, I would say that being on the same continent certainly helps.
Your best quality? Stubbornness – you’ve got to be pretty strong-willed in my business.
And your worst? The same. Being stubborn doesn’t always help.
Last meal on earth? I wholly promote the omelette as a meal whatever the occasion, especially your last one.
Dream dinner–party guests? Elon Musk, who is fascinating and inspiring, the tennis player Martina Hingis, who I was obsessed with as a youngster, Michelle Obama and the astronaut Tim Peake.
Advice to teenage self? Just relax.
Cat or dog? I’m wholeheartedly a cat person, although it’s not practical for me to have one at the moment. When I was growing up, we had cats, dogs, guinea pigs, rabbits, goats, chickens – a whole menagerie.
What do you see when you look in the mirror? I spend so much time in front of mirrors as part of my job that I try to avoid them outside work.
Starstruck moment? Meeting Formula One champion Lewis Hamilton on a flight to Los Angeles last year. I was very embarrassing and asked him for a selfie.
Big break? Appearing in a play called Outlying Islands at the Royal Court Theatre in London in 2002, my first job after leaving drama school.
Career highlight? The 2014 New York premiere of the first season of Outlander, my biggest role so far.
Most embarrassing moment? Being on stage at the premiere in a kilt and giving the front row a sneak peak.
Favourite tipple? Single malt whiskies from Islay.
Hangover cure? Hair of the dog.
Top of your bucket list? To go to base camp on Mount Everest and go hiking in Nepal or Tibet.
Secret skill I can juggle pretty well – with balls, clubs and, if pushed, knives.
Philosophy? Trust your gut instinct.
Last film that made you cry? The Light Between Oceans, which is extremely moving and well-acted.
Most extravagant purchase? Taking a flight to Thailand for Christmas on impulse two years ago.
Biggest regret? Not playing rugby for Scotland.
Biggest fear? Getting the sack.
Celebrity crush? Sigourney Weaver in Ghostbusters.0
Happiness is… Climbing a Munro [a Scottish mountain over 3,000ft].
I have a really amazing story to tell. As those of you who have been following me for a long time already know, two years ago I went to Benin to build a school. The building materials we used were shipped overseas from Canada.
On the first pic you can see a pile of lintel blocks. Second pic show how they are used. You put a temporary wooden support in an opening, lay the lintel blocks on top of it, place rebars in them and then pour concrete to fill the void. But this is not how they used to build lintels in Benin. They didn’t know any other way than using formworks. The main advantage of using lintel blocks is that it is a lot faster. Unlike formworks, You don’t have to wait for the concrete to cure before you can start laying rows of block on top of the lintel.
The last two pics are also from Benin but they aren’t mine. They recently appeared on my facebook feed. So, two years after we’ve been there, they are now casting their own lintel blocks and using them in their construction projects. This make me so happy! They learned something useful from us and now they put it into action by themselves. Even in my wildest dreams I would never had expected that our small voluntary work project could have had such a big impact on this country.
My first head race. In this case, it meant 5.5K (3.4 miles!) of racing, and likely double that when considering warm up and the fact that you race then have ROW BACK TO THE START! That seems so unfair!
I was more nervous for this race than any sprint race I’ve ever done, as is evidenced by my preamble. I feared it would be so long I’d fly and die, my technique would cause set issues, that I’d end it thinking I could have done more. Worst outcome: that I’d let up the pressure or do something really dumb and my crew would be disappointed in me.
As it turns out, I loved it. To get it out of the way: no, we didn’t win. Didn’t even place. We got fourth. Total race time: 24:01. That’s not very good but it doesn’t suck too bad either. We weren’t last and it’s a great place to “start” my racing career!
…the crazy, hot pink outfits reminding us of the reason for this event. The crew with pink mohawk wigs. The dock master with a feather boa, sequinzed fedora and hot pink lace bra over her black t-shirt. My friend’s t-shirt reading, “For T.” as a tribute to a friend fighting the fight. And more.
…the long race, getting into the rhythm with my 3 crewmates, “catch, swinnnggg…catch, swinnnggg…”.
…passing boats along the race course. They started before us and we’re passing them! Yeeehawww!
…the incredible, beautiful morning. Sun coming over the horizon as we launch. Relatively calm water. Gorgeous!
…the fun of realizing there were three novice boats from Sammamish. And I wasn’t in one of them! I loved seeing the next generation of SRA rowers embark on their first race.
…the fantastic set in the boat on those power-20’s. Our set was generally good, but boy I wished we could move with that kind of power the whole time!
…the ability to laugh with my boat after the race, talking about our port oars catching that bouy and a while later our starboard oars landing on the deck of a houseboat. Oops! Our bow cox felt horrible, but I think she was great - clear commands, loud encouragement, and in spite of turning all around she kept the set. Nicely done!
…almost everything! Except the fact that breast cancer, and, for that matter, all cancers, are not going to be cured in a day. It’s been decades, and may be another. But we’ll get there. One crazy fundraiser after another, one tiny step toward complete prevention or a cure! It was great to do my small part this morning!
e/R | established relationship, anniversary set post-Meteor Garden, but stand-alone
“This is all your fault,” says Enjolras. “I said we should go to Hawaii.”
They stare morosely across the sea towards Hong Kong island. The skyscrapers are looming silhouettes, the sun bright as it sets behind them. It’s not that far away, really. If it was just Grantaire, he would have probably considered swimming back across. He would have probably drowned, of course, but – he would have tried. He never said that he made good choices when left alone.
“This is not my fault,” says Grantaire in return. “I don’t have a passport. You’re the one who said we should take a boat and row out here if we couldn’t go to Hawaii. There are a lot of options that fall between flying to Hawaii in your private jet and rowing yourself to a little island just off the mainland for an anniversary, you know.”
“I thought it would be romantic,” says Enjolras, gritting his teeth.