Julian Marley and Andrew Tosh discuss both music and their famous lineage with Joel Savage in Tuck Magazine.
I have a story to tell. I am angry. My daughter and I have been persecuted. Our Charter Rights as Canadian citizens were violated and this was never addressed by the Canadian government. We were supposed to disappear. We haven’t. I have been waiting, for ten long years and I am now ready to open my big mouth and holler it. Shall I? If I do, then those within the Newfoundland Justice system and in Ottawa will have a lot of explaining to do. I may appear to be a small fish but I have teeth like a shark.
People who come from my background are supposed to die toothless in some cockroach infested dive with a bottle or needle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. People who come from my background are not supposed to be talented writers with an intellect.
I have written a memoir. It is tragic, sad, funny, depressing, uplifting and it is all true. Two famous people appear in this book: Anne Murray and a former Canadian pop star who is currently a sitting MP in the House of Commons. Despite the quality of my writing and its originality, the wall I face between myself and the publishers who should be handling the marketing of this story, is too thick with literary agent gate keepers. I have sent dozens and dozens of query letters over the past seven months and thus far only a handful have replied. It was clear from the content of the responses that only one agent actually read my query and two were form rejections. I am 52 now with two benign brain tumors and a lumpy breast that will probably be more than displaysia in the future. I have lived through some incredibly horrible events: the poverty and abuse of my childhood, my first husband’s battle with Schizophrenia and ultimate suicide at 38, rape and abuse, the abduction of my child, homelessness, domestic violence shelters and illegally being dragged through court by an American monster who abducted and withheld my baby and who was helped by the very system in Canada that was supposed to help us seek justice, not persecute us. Throughout I have worked for everything I have. I have never had drug problems, I don’t drink or smoke and I’m not mentally ill. I have done more than just survive, I have overcome everything, no matter how brutal or overwhelming, but this one has me stymied. I am completely dismayed at the challenge I face to have this book published.
My writing is all over the internet and in print. I have done interviews, book reviews of some repute, essays, poetry, fiction and I have a global political, arts and lit magazine online that has a very healthy readership. I have what agents and publishers require: a finished book that is highly marketable, a platform online and four more books ready to go. However, for some mysterious reason I can’t quite fathom, books written by fictional dogs discussing the meaning of life is worthy of a spot in Chapters and the seal of approval of an editor at one of the big six publishing houses.
Could it be that people like myself are still considered a bit too real and therefore distasteful? If that is so, then how can any writer overcome the incestuous class system that infests the Canadian publishing industry? I think my experience proves that you can’t, no matter how talented or good your work, they won’t let you in.
Shannon Tweed has and continues to be involved in the pornography industry as an actress which is why it is shocking and despicable that no one is concerned that her daughter Sophie Tweed Simmons has opened a center for child victims of sexual abuse in British Columbia. Apparently child protection advocates as well as those involved in rape and abuse prevention are ignoring this silent sanctioning or diminishing of an industry that is responsible for an increase in sexual violence against women and children. Not one person has asked Ms. Tweed Simmons to clarify her position regarding pornography or her feelings about her mother’s role in promoting it. This is more than a contradiction, it is completely unacceptable from a child protection perspective. The fact that the creation of this centre had more to do with an episode of her family’s reality television program only highlights the questionable nature of her involvement. When you also consider that policing and child protection agencies are utilizing this centre, it is beyond disturbing. There is no separating Sophie Tweed Simmons connection to this children’s centre from her mother’s involvement with pornography because her entire reputation is based on her parentage, hence her name being used to promote this program in the first place. As a survivor of sexual abuse and rape, I am disgusted and ashamed that those who are suppose to be protecting children have sanctioned this obscenity, it is an insult to all survivors and victims.
This article from the January 15, 2012 issue of the Vancouver Sun makes everything quite clear:
Read full article here: Casualties of War
Writer Denise Allen delivers an an insightful and informative article regarding the electoral situation in South Africa here: Tuck Magazine
I watch them all gather
to view the setting of the sun
but when the indigo spreads
poisoning the light
they will run away and hide
when the moon declares its hatred
of the cloying wistful night