Using language that I would not normally reproduce on here (and come back on 30th January to read about Charles I), Robert Webb writes:
Dear Russell,
Hi. We’ve met about twice, so I should probably
reintroduce myself: I’m the other one from Peep Show. I read your
thing on revolution in these pages with great interest and some concern. My
first reaction was to rejoin the Labour Party. The Jiffy bag containing the
plastic membership card and the Tristram Hunt action figure is, I am assured,
in the post.
I just wanted to tell you why I did that because I thought you
might want to hear from someone who a) really likes your work, b) takes you
seriously as a thoughtful person and c) thinks you’re wilfully talking through
your arse about something very important.
It’s about influence and engagement. You have a
theoretical 7.1 million (mostly young) followers on Twitter. They will have
their own opinions about everything and I have no intention of patronising
them. But what I will say is that when I was 15, if Stephen Fry had advised me
to trim my eyebrows with a Flymo, I would have given it serious consideration.
I don’t think it’s your job to tell young people that they should engage with
the political process. But I do think that when you end a piece about politics
with the injunction “I will never vote and I don’t think you should either”,
then you’re actively telling a lot of people that engagement with our democracy
is a bad idea. That just gives politicians the green light to neglect the
concerns of young people because they’ve been relieved of the responsibility of
courting their vote.
Why do pensioners (many of whom are not poor old
grannies huddled round a kerosene lamp for warmth but bloated ex-hippie baby
boomers who did very well out of the Thatcher/Lawson years) get so much
attention from politicians? Because they vote.
Many of the young, the poor, the people you write
about are in desperate need of support. The last Labour government didn’t do enough
and bitterly disappointed many voters. But, at the risk of losing your
attention, on the whole they helped.
Opening Sure Start centres, introducing
and raising the minimum wage, making museums free, guaranteeing nursery places,
blah blah blah: nobody is going to write a folk song about this stuff and I’m
aware of the basic absurdity of what I’m trying to achieve here, like getting
Liberace to give a shit about the Working Tax Credit, but these policies among
many others changed the real lives of millions of real people for the better.
This is exactly what the present coalition is in
the business of tearing to pieces. They are not interested in helping unlucky
people – they want to scapegoat and punish them. You specifically object to
George Osborne’s challenge to the EU’s proposed cap on bankers’ bonuses. Labour
simply wouldn’t be doing that right now. They are not all the same.
“They’re
all the same” is what reactionaries love to hear. It leaves the status quo
serenely untroubled, it cedes the floor to the easy answers of Ukip and the Daily
Mail. No, if you want to be a nuisance to the people whom you most detest
in public life, vote. And vote Labour.
You talk of “obediently X-ing a little box”. Is
that really how it feels to you? Obedience? There’s a lot that people
interested in shaping their society can do in between elections – you describe
yourself as an activist, among other things – but election day is when we
really are the masters. We give them another chance or we tell them to get
another job. If I thought I worked for David Cameron rather than the other way
round, I don’t know how I’d get out of bed in the morning.
Maybe it’s this timidity in you that leads you
into another mistake: the idea that revolution is un-British. Actually, in the
modern era, the English invented it, when we publicly decapitated Charles I in
1649. We got our revolution out of the way long before the French and the
Americans. The monarchy was restored but the sovereignty of our parliament,
made up of and elected by a slowly widening constituency of the people, has
never been seriously challenged since then.
Aha! Until now, you say! By those
pesky, corporate, global, military-industrial conglomerate bastards! Well, yes.
So national parliaments and supernational organisations such as the EU need
more legitimacy. That’s more votes, not fewer.
You’re a wonderful talker but on the page you
sometimes let your style get ahead of what you actually think. In putting the
words “aesthetically” and “disruption” in the same sentence, you come
perilously close to saying that violence can be beautiful. Do keep an eye on
that.
Ambiguity around ambiguity is forgivable in an unpublished poet and
expected of an arts student on the pull: for a professional comedian demoting
himself to the role of “thinker”, with stadiums full of young people hanging on
his every word, it won’t really do.
What were the chances, in the course of human
history, that you and I should be born into an advanced liberal democracy? That
we don’t die aged 27 because we can’t eat because nobody has invented fluoride
toothpaste? That we can say what we like, read what we like, love whom we want;
that nobody is going to kick the door down in the middle of the night and take
us or our children away to be tortured? The odds were vanishingly small.
Do I
wake up every day and thank God that I live in 21st-century Britain? Of course
not. But from time to time I recognise it as an unfathomable privilege. On
Remembrance Sunday, for a start. And again when I read an intelligent fellow
citizen ready to toss away the hard-won liberties of his brothers and sisters
because he’s bored.
I understand your ache for the luminous, for a
connection beyond yourself. Russell, we all feel like that. Some find it in
music or literature, some in the wonders of science and others in religion. But
it isn’t available any more in revolution. We tried that again and again, and
we know that it ends in death camps, gulags, repression and murder. In brief,
and I say this with the greatest respect, please read some fucking Orwell.
Good luck finding whatever it is you’re looking
for and while you do, may your God go with you.
Rob
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