Friday 30 September 2016

Living in the Past with Jeremy Corbyn? Yes please!

Well, according to the Daily Mail and other right wing mouthpieces of the good ol' Establishment, we, and most especially Jeremy Corbyn, are living in the past.

Apparently he and we want to see a return to a long gone age. To step back in time to an era lost to a modern world in a global economy where the promises of riches for all will come tomorrow (always tomorrow I notice) and via the tried and trusted mechanism known 'trickle down economics'. We at the bottom currently feed from the crumbs and scraps that fall off the masters table and that's just simply the way of the 'modern world' and it cannot; nay - should not, be challenged or changed. It is the 'modern' way. There is no alternative and to hark back to the terrible and destructive past is to become a Dinosaur.

Ok – where do I begin? Ah! The source. The Daily Mail. A newspaper (if it can be fairly described as such) owned by a tax dodging £Billionaire who sits in the House of Lords as The 4th Viscount Rothmere. His given name is Jonathan Harmsworth. He has non-domicile tax status and owns his media businesses through a complex structure of offshore holdings and trusts. He pays zero tax and at the same time makes £Millions off his media empire based here in the UK. But for all that his paper preaches to us that we lot at the bottom need to understand that he and his ilk at the top know what’s best for us and that it ain’t no good going back to the past. We are Dinosaurs one and all.

Now I lived a lot of my life “in the past” and I can remember at least some of it although some seems, most strangely, to be lost to me. Let’s deal with the ‘lost’ bits first eh?

For instance, as a kid in the 1950’s and 60’s I can never remember seeing anyone sleeping in a doorway of a shop because they were homeless or spikes being placed where they sleep to make it impossible for them to settle. Or homeless people being arrested, brought before the Magistrates and fined. Fines they can’t possibly pay and all for the terrible offence of being destitute and, well, for being homeless because of that destitution.

I can also never remember people having to sell The Big Issue on street corners in order to try to pull themselves out of poverty or people who have been forced into beggary and indigence asking for the change in my pocket so that they can eat that day.

And on that I can also never remember a situation where food banks became a facility available to people deliberately impoverished by the system, (and a facility by the way that were once called ‘Soup Kitchens’ which again appeared during another era where the rich ruled the day and where there was “no alternative”), food banks that are the only place where parents could go to feed their kids for the next three days at a time.

I can also never remember old age pensioners having to choose between heating their home or having something hot to eat that day or indeed being advised on the TV and Radio how to “eat for less”. Or those same older people being told how they should dress in layers to sit in front of a one bar electric fire on only for 2 of the coldest hours a day so as they don’t perish and die during the freeze that every winter brings them. My memory seems to be pretty poor actually because I can’t remember any of the above at all.

Really - all this “I can’t remember” stuff! It’s very frustrating you know. Anyway, perhaps it’s me but there are a few things I can remember so I’d best write them down before I forget them too.

Right here we go. These things I can recall.

I can remember poverty being alleviated via full employment and a welfare state that wanted to take care of everyone. I can remember houses being built that were either affordable for the working classes or council houses going up where genuinely poor people could escape living 5 or 6 to a single room and sleeping on old mattresses on the floor covered by coats and not expensive blankets to keep them warm at night. I seem to remember too that most were damp and parasite infested rooms in housing actually reserved for the lower classes and owned by rich Landlords. They were called ‘slums’ were they not? Yeah – I remember now. Breeding places for TB, Scabies, Rickets, Measles, Chicken Pox, Mumps, and all the other good old conditions and diseases now returning to haunt the poor and vulnerable.

I remember prospects for young people leaving school where there were properly structured paid apprenticeships and even for some the promise of a University education without having drill themselves in to enormous debt that will chase some of them to even their graves. They had, oh what were they called now? Got it - Education Grants to live on and they even had their Tuition Fees paid! My god! It’s all coming back now.

In fact I remember when libraries were opening rather than closing. When local authorities could afford to fill holes in the road and where, if you bought an old dilapidated house you could apply for a Council Grant to make it a fit place to live.

And most of all I remember a National Health Service where lack of money wasn’t the prime and destructive motivation behind the withdrawal of health services leading to an increase in disease and deaths and where services were actually increasing in quantity and quality for everyone free at the point of delivery. Where people’s health was seen as an investment and not an expense. And where privateers and profiteers like Virgin Care with their grubby, money driven involvement with the growing cancer of NHS privatisation didn’t even exist.

Now reading this back maybe the past had lessons for us and the more I think about it the more I really wish I had a time machine. Because if the things embedded in my memory are anywhere near true then I for one desperately want to take that trip backwards and subsequently Mr. Jonathan Harold Esmond Vere Harmsworth, 4th Viscount Rothermere (and the rest of you lot in the 1% at the top), I’ll support any political leader or party that would be my transporter and companion.

So, Jeremy Corbyn and his supporters are Dinosaurs are they? Well it seems to me that the real Dinosaurs are the members of the Establishment who get away with murder and play hide and seek behind what Galbraith called “The Conventional Wisdom”. A ‘Convention Wisdom’ that has, for decades stolen from our pockets to fill theirs. Any wonder they want to perpetuate the system ‘as is’? Unfortunately for them their robbery game is now being exposed daily. The empty ‘no alternative’ argument holds no credibility any more.

It is actually they that continue to play the role of the Dinosaur in a fast changing world. A Dinosaur that, as they play their continuous game of hiding their greed behind ever thinning veils of a false economic respectability they invented I think could fairly be a Dinosaur called ‘Youthinktheysaurus’? Well the answer is increasingly “Yes”.

Roll on to the past JC. I’m on board the same train.


Graeme.

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