I am a great supporter of the European Court of Human Rights (ECHR) because it has been one of the main drivers
behind the transformational changes in equality law over the past decade. Why this government and some of our media, want to replace it is a bit of a mystery bearing in mind it was the British in 1949/50 who were the main architects of the European Convention on Human Rights.
The role of the ECHR is to provide a final court of appeal to all citizens of Europe if they believe that basic human rights are being violated by the state. In the UK however since the Human Rights Act 1998, most human rights issues are now dealt with in the UK courts with only about 10 cases each year actually being heard in Strasbourg.
Whilst Human Rights law itself is quite complex and applies only to the way the state treats its citizens, the basic principle is simple and one which we should all try to live by in all our dealings with other people. If we could, I believe that thousands of pages of legislation could be dispensed with.
Treat Everyone with Dignity and Respect
That's it. Simple - but is it? When I ask people on my workshops if they could live by this basic principle most immediately say yes...
Until I emphasise the important word in that statement. Everyone
– murders, drug dealers, paedophiles, sex offenders, rapists, terrorists...
“Ah – everyone except... ” I hear people say. But we can’t do that. The principle of Human
Rights has to apply everyone.
Who gets to decide on the exceptions? If the issue is a
matter of national security, do we give someone the right to withdraw human
rights from people in secret? There can
be no exceptions.
After I changed gender I had a few minor problems with
children in the area bringing their friends to “see the local trannie”. And if I was nowhere to be seen they would
shout, knock on the door, or throw stones to get my attention. I put up with this for a few years and then in
October 2008 things took a turn for the worse.
First thing I noticed was a hole in a window where a stone
had been thrown too hard. I ignored it, until the next week when another window
was broken, so I called the police and reported this as a hate crime. Nothing
was done and the next week things got even worse.
I thought at first it was a hail storm, till I opened the
French windows and realised that a gang of about 20 kids were all throwing
stones over my back fence. And that was
just the start. Every night between 5
and 20 kids aged about 12 to 15 attacked my house from the rear and the front
throwing stones, mud and abuse before disappearing into the dark back ally’s.
I called 999 no fewer than 11 times in the next two weeks
and lived in constant stress. All the
windows, including the French windows were broken and I had had to board them
up to prevent further damage. Police
were around my house every night in cars, on bikes and on foot, but the kids
still evaded them.
I had no idea who they were, because many of them were wearing
hoodies and balaclavas to avoid being recognised. I was terrified to leave the house at night
in case they were able to get into my house and spray paint the interior,
something I knew had been done to other gay and trans people in the city.
Finally it reached a crescendo. They were riding past the
front of my house on bikes hurling mud at the walls and windows and I lost
it. I grabbed a retractable washing line
prop and went out to confront them – I was ready to take their heads off with
heavy aluminium pole.
“Come on you little Bas****s,” I shouted. All thought of treating them with dignity and
respect was gone. One young lad stood
there, mud in hand. “Come on then”, I
yelled, then added “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Well, are you a man
or a woman?” came the reply.
I threw away my weapon and started to answer his
question. He dropped the mud he was
holding and came forward and before I knew it he was joined by others, all
firing questions as me.
Five minutes later I found myself on the green outside my house
delivering a transgender awareness workshop to about 20 young people and as
they removed their balaclavas I know it was all over.
I spent about 10 minutes talking to them before the police
arrived and they dispersed but I never had another problem after that.
It was over because I did "Treat Everyone with Dignity and
Respect".
If I had hit one of them with that pole I would have been
arrested and the problem with have escalated, with parents adding to the
problem.
Treating people with dignity and respect does not mean that
we do not put people in prison or punish them for crimes or deport them to their country of origin; it means
that when we do those things, we do it with dignity and respect, even when they have failed
to treat others that way.
If you take this approach in all your dealings with people, especially colleagues at work, customers and service users, even our neighbors, you will never fall foul of equalities law and the world around us will be a much nicer place.
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