A reminder of the term “due process”, partly borrowed from the USA, but an important concept, seemed appropriate.
From wikipaedia we learn: “In clause 39 of Magna Carta, issued in 1215, John, King of England promised: “No free man shall be seized or imprisoned, or stripped of his rights or possessions, or outlawed or exiled, or deprived of his standing in any other way, nor will we proceed with force against him, or send others to do so, except by the lawful judgment of his equals or by the law of the land.” “
In the event of a complaint about a matter agreed by the local council, in this case TMBC, there are certain steps to take to resolve any such grievance. To the best of my knowledge these are not addressed by the local press, nor by an elected MP, who has no power over the local council, the body responsible for allocating street names.
In the event the complaint is maladministered the local government ombudsman may be brought in if all other avenues have been exhausted. The Secretary of State and the High Courts may also offer means of resolution. This is in the case of a real grievance, which may result where real, not imaginary, harm has been suffered.
With regard to the subject of my last post I am unaware of any actual harm, mental or physical, suffered by the naming of one road after the family. The original suggestion was to call the road “Frank Bangay Way” which request was altered to “Bangays Way”. This went through the various planning stages and was approved some good while back. If any had objections, then they had the chance to raise them.
If this is to be re-examined this would be an unusual case, but if it concludes with what was originally proposed as the street name, then the wisdom of the first choice may be seen.
I note that a number of the syndicated web reports on this matter suggest that legal action may have been threatened. This is categorically not the case. I am unaware that any family member is “furious”, simply a little exasperated that this matter received wide attention, when the good works that my late Father undertook should be foremost. He was one of many residents who created a dynamic, caring and supportive community, which it remains today. It also exposed the village in which I grew up to pointless criticism – there was no “storm”, nor “controversy” other than that which was fuelled from nowhere.
I have some sympathy now with sugar lumps having been involved in what appears to have been a storm in a tea cup.
Love and peace to all.