On the morning of 9th June 2017 I came up with one of my better political observations: that the previous day’s election had delivered a result which rendered the winner’s position untenable and the loser’s unassailable. Theresa May had gone to the country to extend her majority but had, instead lost it completely. She survived for a further two and a half years only by relying on the DUP, a hard-line group of loyalists, opposed to the Good Friday agreement and whose social policies would not be out of place in Robert Mugabe’s Zimbabwe. Jeremy Corbyn, on the other hand, although the loser, had faired much better than many had expected – certainly me. For the first few weeks after the 2017 election there was a new hope in the Labour Party. Owen Smith, who had stood against Corbyn for the leadership in 2016, was invited back into the Shadow cabinet and a period of rapprochement ensued. It didn’t last.
I left the Labour Party in 2018 after Pete Willsman’s outburst that accusations of anti-Semitism were being made by ‘Trump fanatics from the Jewish community’. It wasn’t his outburst that caused me to leave but rather his re-election to the NEC a few weeks later. In other words, his membership of Momentum and loyalty to the leader were more important than his anti-Semitism. ‘Never mind what he said’, seemed to be the abiding thought, ‘so long as he’s one of us it doesn’t matter’. At that point I realised that Labour wasn’t my party anymore.
We are now in the middle of the most miserable election I can remember. The clown, the loose-trousered fop, the scapegrace, the blustering, entitled mendicant has been elevated to the premiership; a career and a personality so mired in scandal he makes Francis Urquhart seem like Francis Pym (apologies to the under 50s among you. FU was the antihero of ‘House of Cards’ and FP was a centrist Tory who frequently opposed Thatcher). That we have a Prime Minister whose integrity has been disavowed by so many on his own side seems almost beyond belief. That we seem on the point of electing him with a majority suggests that the collective mental health of the country might need to be called into question. Perhaps we like being lied to, perhaps we don’t think that character is important, perhaps we really believe that if we vote for him it will ‘get Brexit done’ (if you really believe that then you might as well believe that Julian Clary will be the next Pope). It is rare to find someone whose incompetence is matched only by his unpleasantness. And yet we call him by his first name, we humanise him because he’s so witty (apparently) and that tousled hair makes him such a character. ‘Oh Boris, he’s such a card, isn’t he?’ we chuckle. No. He’s a liar, a cheat, an overt bigot and the most detestable individual to hold the office of Prime Minister in my lifetime. And, at the time of writing, it looks as though he could win big.
So why am I not out there banging on doors, leafleting for Labour and re-posting every possible Labour supporting essay I can find on social media? Because the perfect storm that is British politics has delivered an opposition that I find almost impossible to support. And I feel almost silenced since the standard response of most of my friends to allegations of anti-Semitism in the party is to deny its presence. I’ve forgotten the amount of times that friends of mine have found articles which support the view that there isn’t a problem of anti-Semitism in the Labour party and it’s all a smokescreen to unseat Jeremy and tagged it with the somewhat pusillanimous epithet “Worth a read”. Invariably it isn’t. To deny the presence of anti-Semitism is to say to someone who feels hurt by it, has experienced it and has failed to have their case of it investigated, that they have imagined the whole thing. One thinks of unthinkable parallels. “Are you sure that’s what he said to you, love? Perhaps he was just being a bit over friendly. Men will be men”. It doesn’t matter how many ‘clever Jews’ (Chomsky, Rosen et al) you produce to tell me that there isn’t a problem and that it’s all a plot, if someone is telling you that they’re feeling sick, it’s probably better to find a bucket than ask them to produce the evidence. When Jewish friends as fundamentally smart, sensitive and insightful (and leftward leaning!) as Dr Emily Grossman, David Bash, Martin Jameson and the late Marcel Berlins have identified and/or experienced anti-Semitism in the Labour Party (or anywhere else for that matter) it is not for anyone else to say “No you haven’t”! I’m really genuinely sorry to say this, but if you continue to refuse to believe that there’s no problem then, effectively, you’re part of the problem.
None of this is to detract from the racism of our current Prime Minister. When he uses expressions such as ‘pillar boxes’ or ‘bank robbers’ to describe Muslim women’s traditional dress it has coincided with a spike in hate crimes and abuse. So far as I am aware, Corbyn’s behaviour has not had the same violent impact but it has left many feeling anxious and vulnerable. Personally I think he regrets some of his past actions and statements but will inevitably struggle to come to terms with this because – rather like Blair – he believes in his own moral rectitude. Now there’s something you don’t read everyday – a comparison between Blair and Corbyn. I can hear the angry clatter of keyboards hammering out a refutation already.
And this is a horrid election for other reasons. Politics argued through meme is not political debate, it’s vicious reductionism. Telling people they should vote for the same political party they’re voting for ‘OR UNFRIEND ME NOW’ is not exactly a great advert for democracy or demonstration of inclusiveness and tolerance. People who vote Tory aren’t necessarily all bigoted, racist, callous, self-seeking bastards. I don’t agree with them, I get angry with them and exasperated and I’ll argue with them, but I won’t hate them or believe that they’re definitively terrible people. And I really can’t take any more “Here’s how you’ve been brainwashed if you don’t like Jeremy” type articles from three + years ago. My brain remains as filthy as it was before he came along. It’s just possible, however, that whilst I might feel that Labour’s policy platform has much to be said for it, the leadership bothers me. And, oddly enough, I find that telling people how wrong or brainwashed they are isn’t the best way to convince them of anything. As a teacher of more than 3 decades I was in the persuasion and nurturing business and I rarely, if ever, convinced someone of anything by yelling at them the consequences of NOT believing it. It’s the Richard Dawkins approach to an argument; ‘on reading my book you will agree with me, or you’re brainwashed or you’re stupid’.
There are some friends on the right who are just as bad, if not worse. Posting that Labour wants to tax hardworking people to give layabouts an easy life is not just inaccurate it’s unintelligent bullshit. I have seen posts from people born into considerable wealth and privilege, articulating this nonsense and it’s shameful. You know who you are. I don’t know too many idlers out there and the ones I do know aren’t particularly happy. If the fulfilment of someone’s ambition it to live off the state, then I pity the individual for their impoverished ambitions and lack of self-esteem. To blame the state of society on the people at the bottom of society is a logically and morally defunct argument. It stacks up even less well than the brainwashing fantasy.
The irony of my disillusionment is that I’m more than convinced of the need for things to change. As I have often argued, having a disabled child, whose future in the care system isn’t assured, means that I need a Labour government, or at least one which will ensure him a dignified and purposeful future. Social care is in a terrible mess and savings are constantly being sought. We have achieved the kind of support for Thomas that we have because we’re bolshy, middle class and eloquent (fairly eloquent!) but there are hundreds of families that don’t get the support they need who are suffering. They aren’t layabouts, they aren’t idlers, they’re vulnerable and confused and desperate and we do ourselves no favour by dismissing their need for help as being the expressions of parasites. To do so contributes to the creation of a yet further divided and cruel society.
I started this blog post before the murderous attack on London Bridge last Friday. The resulting clamour to gain votes from such a tragedy made me feel sick to my stomach. For anyone leading a party that’s been in power for a decade to blame legislation introduced by the previous government is a moral coward, a liar, an opportunist and a political and human degenerate. That snivelling nonentity (the Chief Secretary to the Treasury – don’t know his name and can’t be bothered to find it out) started to dribble the same bile during the ‘debate’ on Sunday before I switched it off. How did political discourse get this bad, this unintelligent, this cyncial?
So I’m having a horrible election and am staying pretty well out of it. Have a good one yourselves, if you have the stomach for it. Wake me up when it’s over!