#LabourIsDead The Intolerant Left
I am a political Activist and public voice for the left;
am I forming a new party? Do I seriously consider myself to be “the leadership we need? “
I am an artist;
is this performance art meant to prompt a viable political leader to make a similar declaration of opposition?
I am Radical.
Is this a call for revolution?
The Intolerant Left backs me in the choice to leave these questions unanswered for now.
Let me take you through the thought process that had me arrive at the belief I should write and deliver such a speech.
I was going to make a video about a public figure I thought was truly taking the fight to the legitimacy of neoliberalism, that they could be the voice for, the much needed, political vanguard of the Left.
However, I was wrong about him, he has contributed to the shift in the Overton Window by advocating for left-wing politics while saying it's not socialism - directly, though I am sure unintentionally, aiding in the marginalisation of Leftist Politics as a legitimate political position.
No one else seemed right.
I’m simply the one that wrote and delivered this speech,
giving a different status the same sentiments I know, among so many, run so deep.
So many people need this and were expressing that need.
One of those I'm working with, the #IntolerantLeftist that will be writing for this blog from now on, told me how they were feeling.
They conveyed what he was told by young labour members.
It broke my heart, yes, but that is not all I feel when I feel something is wrong.
I'm angry.
Not the futile, self-consuming fury but motivating, actionable anger.
But remember:
No action without strategy, no strategy without action
No praxis without theory, no theory without praxis.
It incredible, that I could ever feel such
movement in my heavy body, this torture chamber
willingness to suffer required for motivation
the only rage can fuel such mobilisation,
such willingness to suffer more.
Worth it, absolutely, for the cause.
A rush that is enough to get me up on my feet setting up the chroma screen.
Talking to them, I tell them they are right to fear and hate nationalism.
I tell them it can, and is, being countered And assure that our opposition
Is absolutely prepared to keep pace
with any step-change Fash, Steet or state, dare to make.
I affirm, that they are right to expect more from Kier Starmer and the Labour Party
Then, I make an important distinction;
while they are right to despair with Labour, I tell them,
This pain, is that of being homeless
politically - they'd be wrong,
though, to feel hopeless.
Because change is impossible, only in the death of imagination.
It suffices to say that I just care far more about the cause than any embarrassment one might imagine I‘d feel at putting myself out there like this.