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Imagine... / 11 November 2014

I wish to state, on oath, that the firm in question had no knowledge of any illegality. The documentation I produced was entirely fake. Similarly, Arts Council England are totally innocent of any wrong-doing - I was never awarded a grant for the repurposing of a London Landmark.

I chose the firm because they are experienced in delivering, placing and removing statuary for temporary exhibitions as well as the permanent placement of public art. They were completely convinced by the volumes of fake documents I created and obtained, authorising the removal of the statue and it's temporary repositioning.

I'd been planning and re planning the project without a definite artwork in mind, ever since the Paralympics when Central Government finally outed itself and its attitude to disabled people; revealing overconfidence in their power and in their control over the great British public.

The Freudian £lip was the tipping point and the proximity of Poppy Day the deciding factor.

Churchill, the public face of Victory over the nazi, became the obvious choice. I fondly imagined the old man turning in his grave with the realisation that his efforts had been in vain. The nazi, like all true horror, had resurrected.

Churchill, the National Hero, would no doubt have stood silent and bronze through much political furore, but Churchill the creative dabbler? Churchill, the soul haunted by the black dog of depression? That Churchill might just approve a clandestine manoeuvre that would draw attention to this threat to the nation. He would surely be proud to be the figurehead of a public protest by the very victims of these reincarnated nazis; he might even be bold and brave enough to stand up and be counted among the people most at risk from this insidious threat to freedom and equality.

The empty plinth is drawing crowds of people. The candles and simple offerings of white flowers piled against its base and lining the surrounding streets; the media attention uniting the voice of Britain; they speak volumes for the gathering strength of public opinion.

The great man's absence during this time of remembrance, is possibly doing as much for humanity and freedom as his presence did all those years ago.

I stress, the statue has been temporarily repurposed. I would never advocate or condone theft. I am unrepentant about my action and remain hopeful that when Churchill is returned to his plinth, the fuller symbolism of his battle, this nation's battle, against the nazi will not be taken for granted. This war is not over. There are still battles being waged. Churchill's repurposing is just a symbol of the ongoing struggle.
May he serve the people as a rallying point for decency; a clarion call to that innate sense of fairness that nestles in the white meat of all people with any measure of honour left in them.

"I am now nearing the end of my journey. ... I hope I still have some service to render."
Winston Churchill, 1954.

I am now nearing the end of my journey,
and yet, there is still work to do.
Like all true horror, the resurrection
looms over its intended prey;
white poppies, a minority vote
against war, will not stem the advance.

Soldier, soldier won't you fight for me,
with your missing legs; and some.
You've been to war for your queen and country
but the battle is not won.
Soldier, soldier won't you fight for me,
with your cruelly messed up head,
I've been abused by vicarious queens
but as yet I'm not that dead.
Political queens
with unkind intent
are sapping life from our souls;
lies of the victor
already are spread,
doors are being closed.
But don't give up now
don't give in,
add your voice
your right to rights;
join the fight
of us all.