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20 January 2015

Want to upset Britain’s flaccid intelligentsia? Join a political party

The London-based commentariat is quick to pontificate about the decline in our political culture, but slow to do anything about it.

By Martin Plaut

There’s that small pause in the dinner party chatter. Women tilt their heads to one side, unconsciously mimicking, Diana. Men push back their chairs and stare at you a in faint amusement. What on earth could you mean? A member of a political party; the Labour party at that! And they had thought you almost interesting, perhaps even amusing. But really…

Being a member of a political party – any party – is today the unpardonable sin. 

It is the sure sign of being just slightly below par; not quite bright enough to see through the shallow platitudes peddled by the political class. You are – in their eyes – rather like the helpless child who has fallen for the fizz, the sugars and the E numbers of some gaudy sweet. There you are, scoffing down the pre-prepared opinions and policies of the party leader, only to regurgitate them like some bloated five year old at the dinner table.

Recently I went to see Ed Milliband give a speech on development at a north London comprehensive. The children loved it. Ed clearly enjoyed the event, answering most of their well-phrased and frequently penetrating questions with some skill; ducking a few. I put a photograph of Ed in full flow on Facebook. A former colleague at the BBC reacted with just two words: “Jaja binks.”

The reference was to Jar Jar Binks – the arguably racist characterisation of a buffoon with staring eyes from Star Wars. It was a jest – clever, cutting and utterly dismissive: both of Ed and of me.

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Over the years I have got used to these kind of put-downs.

Of course membership of any political party is at a post-war low. A study by the House of Commons Library indicates that fewer than 1 per cent of the UK electorate is now a member of the Conservative, Labour or Liberal Democrat Party, compared to 3.8 per cent in 1983 (pdf).

The Conservative Party had 134,000 members, the Labour Party 190,000 and the Liberal Democrats 44,000. Other parties are growing. The Green Party claims their membership has overtaken Ukip. Total party membership in Britain nudges over the half a million mark. It is petty pathetic for an advanced western democracy, when the National Trust attracts over 4 million members.

The odd thing is this: the same acquaintances who are amused by my enthusiasm for Labour are equally quick to pontificate about the decline in our political culture.  They will berate parties for their lack of intellectual rigour. They attack the convergence in the cluttered middle-ground and the bland, beige nature of mainstream politics.

When I challenge them about their own lack of engagement they all have well-honed excuses. Yes, they would, but honestly, who could accept all the detritus that comes with commitment? Labour just does not cut it for them. It is too woolly headed, poorly thought out. How could they accept such an intellectually challenged promises and policies? Their reputations might be tainted by association, and so they remain inactive.

This is the heart of the problem: the slothfulness of Britain’s flaccid intelligentsia.

Not for them the dreary business of being a party member, and confronting in person the problems of potential voters.  All those late nights in poorly heated halls, reading minutes and passing resolutions. All that getting out and knocking on doors on council estates, or handing out scruffy leaflets at windy stations. Who would want to be involved?

The truth, from my experience, is that the rewards far outweigh the time and effort.

I arrived in Britain from South Africa in 1977. There, I had been active in the emerging non-racial trade union movement. I looked around for a party to become involved with. The Trotskyist parties were fractious, dogmatic and held little appeal. The Communist Party was a Leninist hulk and deeply unattractive. So I joined Labour.

Unlike many South Africans I knew, who remained aloof from British politics, I became engaged. Being a member of Labour meant I actually met the working class and broke out of the isolated and privileged bubble inhabited by so many in the middle class.

I came to know and respect men like Jerry Williams. An immigrant like myself, Jerry had come to Britain from Barbados in 1956. He rose to become Camden’s first black mayor. A pillar of the gym that taught boxing to young boys on the estates, Jerry was much loved. Some said he was a less than effective councillor, but I thought he was a real gem.

Since then I have come to know some of the people of Blaenau Gwent – helping my friend, Nick Smith, win the constituency back for Labour at the last election. Going door to door in the sleet in that former mining constituency cemented relationships like nothing else. It took me way beyond the comfort zone inhabited by so many of the sneering, London commentariat.

Commitment to a party does not require a lobotomy; it does not mean placing one’s critical judgement on hold. It is simply vital if we are to keep the engine-room of politics functioning properly and maintain an open, liberal culture. Engagement and energy are the prices one pays for living in a working, vibrant democracy. 

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