Breathless

The ability to read

Is surely a human right.

 

Right?

 

I mean, imagine if another human right,

The right to breathe

Consisted of keeping cylinders of air

In a building,

A bit like a library,

Exchanging them,

So you could move on

From place to place.

 

There was a time

You just walked into the air library,

Took the sweet, necessary cylinder

Off the shelf

And- ah- breathed.

 

And your gran would smile

And say, breathe child,

Fill your lungs with this,

The most sacred of gases,

For Shakespeare, Einstein,

Curie, Louise Michel

Once inhaled and exhaled

This air.

So relish it, for it is the collective

Breath of all humanity.

 

Then imagine if somebody closed

Your nearest air library

So you had to travel far,

Cylinder almost exhausted,

Weakened by breathlessness.

Imagine if every air library

Was suddenly vulnerable,

Only opening on the whim

Of an elderly volunteer

Without whose attentions

People would lie, lifeless and grey,

On the street.

 

Imagine if those with their hands

On the levers of power

Said, ‘You don’t need an air library

Because they sell cylinders of air

Across the road in the supermarket.’

Imagine if they said,

Never mind that the air library

Is now being converted into luxury flats

Because Amazon can provide your air

At a price.

 

Well, you’d do something,

Wouldn’t you?b

Didonics

Dido says we couldn’t have foreseen
The demand for test and trace.
Of course, people were going back to work,
But Dido says we couldn’t have foreseen
The demand for test and trace.
Kids were going back to school,
But Dido says we couldn’t have foreseen
The demand for test and trace.
People were dining out to help out,
But Dido says we couldn’t have foreseen
The demand for test and trace.
Dido says we couldn’t have foreseen
The demand for test and trace.
That’s why Dido is a Dodo.
And why Hancock is, well, you know.

Dreams

What do you need to change the world?

Well, you need a dream

And dreams are gentle

Like rain-softened petals.

 

What else do you need to change the world?

Well, you need to understand

That there are a hell of a lot of people

Who don’t want their old world changing.

 

And those people who don’t want their world changing,

They are tough and they are ready

To disperse dreams

And crush flower petals.

 

So you’ve got to be tough

To change the world,

But be careful you don’t destroy the flowers

On the way, or the dream is not worth having.

The post-election autopsy: my take

“The strategy was inadequate, the organisation was muddled and the execution was poor.”

 

This reads like a compromise conclusion, sidestepping the brutal truth, which is included in the meat of the Labour Together report, but not highlighted as the headline conclusion, that it was Brexit what lost it. This is not a secret. What did socialists hear on just about every doorstep in the northern and Midlands seats we lost? In Blackpool, Bolton and Crewe we were haunted by the refrain of ‘Get Brexit Done.’ The report admits it: “The Tories won the 2019 election primarily by consolidating the Leave vote.”

 

After the warning in the European elections when the Tories did even worse than Labour did, they sorted it with twenty-one expulsions and a simple slogan: “Get Brexit Done.” Labour dithered.

 

We lost a million remain voters, but we lost 1.7 million leave voters and they were decisive; they cost us 52 seats. Could it have been different? Well, if we had accepted Brexit in June 2016 as democrats and argued for the best departure for working people and migrants, maybe. In the event, shifting ever closer to a second referendum position under the pressure of People’s Vote zealotry killed us.

 

I am not just talking about the issue of Europe, all-eclipsing as it was. The strength of Brexit feeling we encountered reflected something the report does highlight. There was a long, painful run-in to this defeat: “Our report lays bare that our defeat had deep roots. This loss is the story of more than one election—indeed it is a story that stretches back two decades.”

 

And yet: “Labour’s vote share declined dramatically between 2001 and 2010, then recovered marginally in 2015 and increased again substantially in 2017, before collapsing in 2019.”

 

Let’s highlight that. The paragraph includes the words ‘increased again substantially in 2017.’ The only time in a near twenty-year period that Labour’s fortunes improved, and did so dramatically, was under the leadership of one Jeremy Corbyn, that’s right, the much-maligned scapegoat of media digests of this report.

 

Here it is again:

“In 2017, Jeremy Corbyn’s personal poll ratings dramatically improved over the campaign.  Had these levels been maintained, Labour’s vote share in 2019 would have been 6 points higher. The very low poll ratings on leadership going into the 2019 election cannot easily be disentangled from the handling of issues like Brexit, party disunity and anti-Semitism.”

 

Another line worth repeating: “Brexit, party disunity and anti-Semitism.”

 

There you have it, in 2017 we had a party with recovering fortunes, one that surprised almost everyone, a 10% improvement that cost May her majority, an extra three and a half million votes. What destroyed that promise? What transformed a very strong performance that seemed to herald the possibility of a General Election victory in the near future into an 80-seat Tory majority?

 

It was Brexit. We were punished for ignoring the referendum result. We could be depicted at flouting democracy. Within that Brexit vote was the ghost of long-term decline, falling trade union membership and withered working-class roots. Where did Labour stay solid? In the big metropolitan areas? Where were we hammered? Smaller towns.

 

It was disunity, but hold on there. This wasn’t a two-way street. Jeremy Corbyn had the right to lead. He won two leadership contests by healthy margins. The disunity came from those who were never reconciled to his leadership. We now know that there are allegations in a leaked report that suggest there was something far worse than sulking, briefing and hourly resignations happening here. The allegations- and nobody has denied their substance- suggest a calculated attempt by sections of the party machine to sabotage our 2017 campaign. Imagine what could have been if the energy and resources of the whole party had supported the magnificent efforts of our rank and file.

 

It was accusations of anti-semitism, consuming the party for years.

 

The report reads like something written by committee and it was. I would come to a different conclusion. The party could have marched on after 2017. Sections of the party bureaucracy and Parliamentary Labour Party set their faces against left advance. If the members had been given the resources and the whole-hearted support of the party’s officers, we could have begun to reverse its long decline in many post-industrial areas. If the same people who opposed Corbyn at every turn had not forced us into a suicidal European position, we could have gone on the doorstep as a party that accepted a democratic decision.

 

The party and the Left have an uphill battle because of the anti-democratic blocking of the Corbyn project. The fightback starts with a rejuvenated, democratised Momentum, a united Left fighting to reverse the recent setbacks on the NEC, a turn to the communities which the best CLPs are already doing, supporting families through the pandemic crisis and a renewed push for Open Selection so we have MPs responsive to our members and our class, standing with renters, workers resisting pay cuts and redundancies, councils facing devastating cuts because they have not been given ‘whatever it takes.’ This will take one hell of a struggle, but as Frederick Douglass famously said: “Power concedes nothing without a demand.”

 

And as James Connolloy said: “Our demands most moderate are- we only want the earth.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where will it all end?

Don’t you get bored of the ‘where will it all end?’ refrain?
Every time there is a movement for change, reactionaries caricature their opponents, throw up distractions and wail their plaintive chorus.
When Spartacus and his colleagues tried to cut a deal with the Brindisian pirates, you can imagine the patricians quaffing another goblet of wine and snorting, where will it all end, the gardener getting paid a living wage?
When working people marched for the vote and were cut down at Peterloo, you can imagine wealthy merchants at their dinner tables grunting where will it all end, it’ll be women next, servants, good grief, they’ll want to remove child miners from the pits. Where will it all end?
When the Suffragettes demanded the vote, you can imagine the Mr Bankses snapping, well, it may be OK for Glynis Johns, but what next, lady chimney sweeps and Ellen the Maid evicting us on the street? Where will it all end?
When there were moves to legalise homosexuality, you can imagine the homophobes groaning that they would be forced to read The Well of Loneliness while listening to Judy Garland on a repeat loop. Where will it all end, over the rainbow?
When there was anti-racist legislation, you can imagine all the little Enochs howling what next, Jim Davidson forced to sing Change is Gonna Come while handing out bound copies of Langston Hughes’ collected poems? Fat, white guys swimming in the Thames, foaming red, gold and green? Where will it all end?
Now it is where will it all end, declaring 2020 Year Zero and history starting with the masses melting the statues of Winston Churchill and Cecil Rhodes into a ball and chain to be clamped to the ankles of Katie Hopkins, Nick Ferrari, Julia Hartley-Brewer and His Majesty the Farridge and the Funky Four being consigned to the depths of Bristol Harbour. Where will it all end?
Hopefully, with the history of enslaved peoples and colonial populations being disinterred from the concealing fog of the Masters’ history and future generations being able to understand their past and construct a future in which institutional racism has been dismantled.

Selective memory

Memory is a funny thing.

There are those claiming they will never forget

The hooliganism of a crowd

Toppling Edward Colston from his plinth

And consigning him to the harbour’s depths.

But why do they not remember

Enslaved peoples being cast

Into the cold, grey open sea,

Or, two hundred miles up the coast,

In 1919, ship’s fireman Charles Wootton

Being pursued through Liverpool’s streets,

Hounded into the waters of Queen’s Dock

Where, pelted with stones, he drowned?

Yes, memory is a funny thing.

Of democracy and a statue

The political right, represented this evening by veteran contrarian Peter Hitchens, has a new argument. It is that the decision to remove the statue of slaveholder Edward Colston should be taken democratically. It can be argued that a fairly large section of opinion was on the demonstration today that consigned Colston to the depths, but I thought I would look into how the statue was erected. Was that democratically decided?

Well, not quite. It was erected in 1895, before women had the vote, to mark Colston’s ‘philanthropy.’ It was proposed by James Arrowsmith of the Anchor Society, a charitable society founded, guess what, to honour Colston. Twenty-two benefactors founded it, not quite the ten thousand on the popular assembly that gathered today to dethrone him.

Funds were raised by another of these charitable organisations, this time the Society of Merchant Venturers.

In short, there was no democratic dimension whatsoever in the erection of the statue. The numbers involved in its removal have a far stronger claim to represent the wishes of a large section of Bristol’s population.

Statue

I wonder if people getting worked up

About throwing the statue of a slaveholder

In the harbour are equally worked up

About the crews who transported enslaved people

For slaveholders throwing some of them

Alive, terrified, innocent in the ocean?

Not sure

Is Donald Trump racist,

I heard an interviewer ask

And the politician said

She wasn’t sure

So I thought, well, there was that case

In Central Park

When the future President

Took out a full-page ad

In four New York newspapers

Calling for the return of the death penalty

For five young men ethnic minority men,

Later proved innocent.

Then there was his 1989 interview

In which he said well-educated black people

Had job market advantages over

Well-educated white people.

Then there was his ‘bad earpiece’

Response to questions about Kluxer David Duke,

His comments about Native Americans

In the casino industry,

Accusations he used the N-word

While hosting The Apprentice,

His campaign about Barack Obama’s

US citizenship,

His comments about Mexican immigrants,

His Muslim immigration ban,

His comments about a Hispanic judge,

New Jersey Arabs,

Somali refugees,

His Immigration Order,

His AIDS comments about Haitians,

His wanting everything done for them

Comments about Puerto Ricans,

The NFL national anthem protest comments

About disrespecting the flag,

His failure to denounce Charlottesville

Nazis, Klan types and Aryan supremacists,

His thoughts on shithole countries,

His opposition to anti-slavery activist

Harriet Tubman appearing on twenty-dollar bills,

His call for Democratic congresswomen

To ‘go back’ to their countries,

His labelling of Covid as the Chinese virus,

His statement that when the looting starts,

The shooting starts.

So I thought, what does it take

To be sure?