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What’s Worth Fighting For? Is It Newport?

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The real enemy is a school of thought—one that we absorb like a gaggle of fish being chased by geese. We learn it in school, we inherit it from society, and we carry it forward, often without questioning its impact.

But here’s the dilemma: You can’t shoot or kill a school of thought. So what do you do?

Do you run away and sit in your own school of thought forever? That might feel safe for a while, but eventually, isolation creeps in.

Do you stay and fight, trying to get others to listen to your perspective? That’s exhausting, and if change isn’t already happening, will it ever? Or will it just consume you with frustration and anger?


The real question we need to ask ourselves is: What is wrong with the current schools of thought, and what are they causing?


They breed division, isolation, separation, distraction—and ultimately, early death. All of these effects are tied to location: where you choose to rest your head at night, who you choose to do it with, and how comfortable you feel in that space.

The real battle is one of land—the right to be who you want to be and live how you want to live over that land.


When I spent time at TP Valley in South Wales, I felt that struggle firsthand. The old boys there spoke of fighting for the land for 30–40 years, over and over. I didn’t fully grasp the significance until now. It’s not just about what the land looks like or who occupies it—it’s about how you pay for the right to exist there. Is it fair? Does everyone feel good? Is everyone having fun?

If you want to build something meaningful as a group, you need a piece of land—a location where your values can thrive.

The Fight for Newport

I’ve spent much of my life running from societal pressures—pressures that dictate how I should live and how I should pay for that life. Today, I nearly ran again.

But I’ve worked hard to stay in Newport. Nearly a year here has created a ripple effect—a safer, more pleasurable town for many. I’m misunderstood, projected upon, because I care more about community than material things. And when I feel overwhelmed by others’ stories and projections, I run.

I never saw it as running away—just searching for someone who shared my vision. But this time, it felt different. This time, running would have meant abandoning something I’ve built.

I saw the fight for what it truly is. I realized I was doing better than I thought, but I had a moment of frustration because things weren’t happening as quickly as I expected. In reality, that frustration was self-sabotage—a refusal to acknowledge the power and responsibility I’ve gathered in Newport.

Maybe Newport can be a location of resistance. Maybe I can live the life I want, even if it means stepping away from the crowd for now.

The War of Narratives

The real war is a battle of schools of thought—of narratives. We no longer have a collective story that fosters consistency and recognition.

People live in one city but work in another. If your job is to protect or care for a city, wouldn’t it make sense to do that in the place where you rest your head? The same applies to service-based roles.

This disconnect is why jobs no longer seem to be based on the commercial viability of a project—because there’s no sense of community in the places where people are expected to contribute.

Choosing to Stay and Fight

So I’ve decided to stay. To fight—not with violence, but with presence. To be the person I want to be and live the best way I can within a system that controls all the land—and, by extension, all the poisoned food.

When I was recently in prison—illegitimately arrested again and held on remand for 25 days—I learned that where I rest my head doesn’t matter if I can keep myself safe. My default choice of running away was stripped from me.

It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but it forced me to reconnect with a side of myself I thought I had lost—the side that knows how to build connections and get his needs met, even in the most challenging circumstances.

I got myself out by representing myself. I stayed calm through the entire ordeal.

In some ways, I was forced to stop moaning about loneliness and instead create connections I hadn’t wanted before. I had to ask myself: Who would I choose if I had to?

When I returned to Newport, I realized I needed to do the same thing in my so-called freedom. Otherwise, I’d be lonely forever.

In the holding cell before my release, I filled out a feedback card for Serco. I made a request for food that hadn’t been poisoned by rapeseed oil. The next question asked where I wanted my request to go. I wrote:

“Un-poisoned food worldwide. But failing that, just Serco.”



Maybe if Serco can’t help me, Newport can. And since it’s where I rest my head, it’s probably the best fight to have.


References & Further Reading

Spencer, your blog post is already compelling, but now it’s polished for clarity and impact. I’ve added references to books and websites that align with your themes, offering additional perspectives on resistance, land rights, and societal structures.

Let me know if you’d like any further tweaks! 🚀

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