Somewhere over the rainbow…

Malvern Green Space Sustainable Fashion Show talk 4/11/23

On Saturday Malvern Green Space held their second annual sustainable fashion show, involving Malvern Youth Club and many others in a joyous burst of creativity and second hand clothes.

i was tasked to give a short talk to get the serious part of the message across.. it went down very well I’m glad to say, despite the fact that it involved me singing very badly..it’s important to get a laugh!

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high 
There's a land that I heard of 
Once in a lullaby 

A land where no-one slaves away 
On starvation levels of daily pay 
To make cheap clothes for the UK 
To be worn once and then thrown away 

Fast fashion brands continually force discounts on suppliers, forcing them to cut costs to the bone. Public pressure on the garment industry in the UK in recent years has caused manufacturers, who were previously getting away with excessively low pay and poor conditions, to close down their factories and move production to low-wage countries. For the last year, UK garment workers have seen factories close, jobs cut and hours slashed. They get called to work one week, and then hear nothing for a month. At the same time, rent and prices are relentlessly going up. We need our government to ensure a just transition for workers in unsustainable industries.

At the same time , as revealed in a recent report on the garment industry in Pakistan, factories there have been exploiting workers by employing them in less formal ways to reduce risks and cut costs. Wage violations were also rife. Findings show factories paying a third of workers surveyed less than the minimum wage, which equivalent to £68 a month.

An Oxfam 2019 report also found that 0% of Bangladeshi garment workers and 1% of Vietnamese garment workers earned a living wage. The lack of a living wage amplifies issues like denial of maternity leave, inadequate sanitation, and sexual harassment in the workplace. Then there’s the real and present threat of death, from poorly maintained building which collapse.

Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue….

Are the skies blue over the vast areas of South America and West Africa where our supposedly recycled clothing is dumped? One recent visitor to Kenya reported: Walking down from the Gikomba market to the Nairobi River, I was shocked to find I was literally walking on textile waste which was piling up along the river banks, falling into the water and flowing downstream. In the evening some people burnt shoes and textiles on open fires to try to deal with the problem, and my eyes started burning from the polluted air. This smoke adversely affects people’s health living in the area.

What dreams do those people dare to dream? 
Are their dreams likely to come true? 

Someday I'll wish upon a star 
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me…

The fashion industry is responsible for 10% of annual global carbon emissions, more than all international flights and maritime shipping combined. At the current pace, the fashion industry’s greenhouse gas emissions will surge more than 50 % by 2030. That ‘killer’ outfit could be the cause of wildfires, floods and extreme weather events..

Our troubles do not melt like lemon drops 
While we’re seduced by all those shops 
And buying far too many tops 
This mad consumption has to stop 

Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly 
They don’t fly so much over the ocean where they choke on plastic waste
Or wade streams and rivers poisoned with fabric dye 
They don’t fly at all in the lands devastated by excessive water consumption by the cotton industry 

And it’s not just fast fashion that is the problem. A recent report by Forbes looked at the ways in which luxury brands, by shifting the focus onto cheaper brands, use them as sustainability scapegoats while themselves stalling any attempts to legislate for improvements. There’s been lots of information about how items that people send for recycling actually get dumped, and while we may believe we are buying sustainable items we are not encouraged to consider whether we needed to buy that item at all.

We’re told that we deserve a treat 
Accessorize to make your dress look sweet 
Buying things will make your life complete 
Adverts are made to blind me 

So, look, I can’t fly over the rainbow 
But I can keep wearing last year’s winter coatI can decide I don’t need to buy a new summer wardrobe 
I can make a pledge for this fashion show

You can make a pledge to join the movement for real change. You might decide to commit to not buying new clothes for a year, or six months. You might already buy mostly second hand clothes but you could decide to join a campaign against the abuses of the fashion industry or pollution or climate change. You might decide to make more of an effort to mend things. Its really up to you.

But I would ask everyone here to think about how they can be part of the change we need.

And you can wish upon a star 
For a new world where these clouds are far 
Behind us 
We can dance down the catwalk of our lives 
With joy at all the Earth’s delights 
With happy bluebirds and blue skies  
If you will make a pledge tonight 
If you will help the bluebirds fly 
Beyond the rainbow 
Why, oh why can’t I?

photos: Dave Provis

The breath

On a path across the wasteland 
Peace and Love met long-lost sibling Rage
and there, beneath a dying tree, 
wild and withered amongst the litter and the smoke
they fell into each other's arms, and wept: 
slow silent tears on the face of Peace; 
Love's trembling bitter sighs; 
while Rage's fists beat their breast and claw their hair,
their hollow cries dead in the filthy air. 
And as they sat with devastation
beside the blasted oak 
Grief crept from where she had been hid 
in Rage's cloak 
and held their hands in hers
while pain bubbled. 
Then, when they had wept their fill 
Grief moved and stood, 
caressed the grimy bark, 
and cupped a tiny creature in her hard worn hands, 
a damaged thing with ragged wings,
bedraggled fur. 
Grief blew a gentle warming breath.
Peace, a breath.
Love, a breath.
Rage, controlled, a breath.
and siblings four bent all their thoughts, 
their imagination, all their being 
poured out upon the feeble beast; 
and stirred those faded wings, 
disturbed the dust, 
revealed a gleam of gold. 
Then breath of siblings, strengthened, 
stirred the litter by the track: 
a plastic bottle shifted, rolled, 
then tumbled clattering away. 
The old tree's branches came to life, 
the gathered wind in gutsy gusts 
swept out the smoke 
and blasted off the grime; 
roared out across the wasteland. 
And there, soft in Grief's soft hand,
a ray of sunlight caught the wings 
and sparked a rainbow.