Re-posting this older post on Friday, 9th June 2017, the morning after the General Election...
The announcement of a General Election on June 8th sent me into meltdown.
The announcement of a General Election on June 8th sent me into meltdown.
Having endured months of
people arguing and falling out over Brexit in the UK, followed by the same over
the establishment of Trumptown in the US, I just felt politicked out. I have
never fallen out with anyone over their beliefs, and, indeed, one of my closest
friends voted for Brexit, while I am a passionate Remainer. It hasn’t dented
our friendship one iota. I haven’t lost any friendships in the US, either, but
that’s because not one single person I know voted for Trump. If they did, it’s
not the kind of person I want in my life anyway.
A party that is so obviously
(even proudly) intolerant, sexist, racist, homophobic, ignorant (to the point
of stupidity - do check out White House press secretary Sean Spicer’s
briefings) and increasingly dangerous - how could anyone with an ounce of
humanity get behind them and their claims to be for the “ordinary” man and
woman? Not least while their leader takes every photo opportunity in front of a
gold-plated backdrop and threatens everyone he doesn’t like with bombing the
shit out of them?
As the countdown to June
8th begins, I felt I couldn’t face another seven weeks of aggro. While I love
social networking as a tool, it quickly becomes anti-social when people seem
incapable of accepting anyone whose views differ from their own. Personally, I
am always open to new ideas (I DID listen to Trumpites, by the way, but my
opinion didn’t change) and I encourage debate rather than ranting.
One thing is
evident, though: people have become more aggressive as they have become more
selfish. It now feels that the dominant mentality is every man/woman for
him/herself, and sod the rest of you.
But before you go to the
polling booth, ask yourself just one question: what sort of human being do you
want to be?
For me, there is no
contest. We are all in this life together, and it is our moral duty to support
those who are weaker than ourselves - the frail, the sick, the mentally ill,
the young and vulnerable, the elderly (also vulnerable) and in fear . . . I
could go on. It’s called having a heart.
I consider myself
blessed every day. Although I have been through tough times that I’ve written
about (depression and financial worries, to name but two), we all go through
the mill at some point in our lives. But I have a roof over my head and I have
my health.
I also have a support network of people whom I trust and love, and
we are always there for each other. If we are lucky in life, friends and family
pull us through every time; yet surely the State has a duty to us, too - it’s
what we pay our taxes for.
I am not married. I have
no children. As a single person, I am discriminated against in so many areas
(read The Solo Pound about my gripe about never being able to have the
Chateaubriand “for two”), but I don’t resent for a second my taxes supporting
those struggling to bring up families on little income, or being used to provide decent
education for future generations. I’m not sick, but I don’t resent my taxes
supporting a free NHS. I’m not in a wheelchair, but I don’t complain about
councils spending money on ramps. And so on.
Hate crime against the
disenfranchised in our society is on the up - disturbingly so. It seems that
anyone in a vulnerable minority is a target and it makes me desperately sad. It’s
cruel, reprehensible and inhumane. We need not only to stand up for, but show
that we are standing up for, the Everyman (or woman).
Jeremy Corbyn would not
have been my first choice as Labour leader and he has come in for a lot of flak
since he was voted in. Everyone is predicting a landslide for Theresa May as
a result. Her decision to call for
an election doesn’t surprise me or horrify me as it has so many - she’s a
politician, for goodness’ sake; of course she’s going to protect her plinth in
whatever way she sees beneficial.
But let’s not write Corbyn off. He’s a good
man - someone who really does put the disenfranchised before his own interests.
His lacklustre performance over Brexit did him no favours and one can only hope
that he gets the wind behind his sails in the forthcoming weeks.
You may have already
decided against him. You may have decided to take the coward’s way out and not
vote at all. You may have resigned yourself to the possibility that there will
never again be a Labour government in your lifetime. Maybe the world really has
changed into one in which people really don’t give a damn about anyone else.
I like to think not; and
the millions who continue to serve others in so many areas of life - medical,
social, psychological, educational - so many, many areas - lead me to believe
that this is the case.
So, wherever you are in
this decision making moment, please, before voting, consider that one question
I asked earlier: what sort of person do you want to be?
And, also, what sort of
person do you want to be seen to be?
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