It’s been a confusing week in politics. The Referendum and its European aftermath that I’ve already written about on here. Followed by the spectacle of our two main political parties choosing consecutive days to appear to tear themselves apart. No one I know was very surprised to see the Tories behaving so badly, but when the majority of the Parliamentary Labour Party decided to turn on their own recently elected leader I was, to put it mildly, disappointed.
But we’ll come back to that after a bus ride to town.
And I’ve said I’ll be back here after what I’ve got to do in town.
I haven’t been to a demo since Tony Blair and his tame cronies were taking us into the Iraq War. And in a way I’m demonstrating against much of the same bunch today. As well as in support of Jeremy Corbyn.
His leadership of the party has had a rocky start in some ways, though much of it not of his own making. The British media have relentlessly talked him down as have many of his supposed colleagues. But where he has been a greater success has been with many of us ‘ordinary’ people. Who see in him someone more like ourselves than most of the members of the Whitehall Village. We know he’s spent his life in there, but he does seem to care more about what it’s like out here in Austerity Land than most of the back-biting duplicitous liars that surround him.
And he is the recently and democratically elected leader of the Labour Party after all. I voted for him, and as you might know, I’m a great respecter of and upholder of democracy. Unlike the 172 members of the Parliamentary Labour Party who have decided to try and get him to resign this week. This week when all of our efforts should have been put into serious quiet thoughts and discussions on what’s best to do after the Brexit decision. This week, when the Labour Party should have been a stabilising influence in the chaos created by Boris, Gove and that fascist they hang around with.
This week the Labour Party disgusted me. So today, without implying he’s any more perfect than the rest of us, I’m here to stand up for him. Because he’s the elected leader of the Labour Party and so why wouldn’t I? And not just standing up for him here. I’m standing for democracy above all else. Because democracy, by any standards, has had a crap week.
But I’m with my team for the day.
“I dig holes and mend roads. I don’t make political speeches!”
But he does, one of the most impassioned I’ve ever heard. About democracy, honesty and the betrayal of our trust by nearly all the MPs we’d placed it in. He exclaims how many of us there are in the street protesting about this and ends, brilliantly with:
“Our numbers are growing existentially, or whatever that word is!”
A Church Street full of democratic scousers howls in supportive laughter.
Clare and Ellie sit that one out as firm Evertonians. Well done at such short notice all the unions and organisers. Particularly Momentum.
After all that it’s time for a sit down and some lunch round at Lox and Caper on Hanover Street.
And it’s all taken a lot longer than I thought it would. So catching the bus home…
Sorry everyone, I was busy with democracy.