It has become a
cliché to refer to each General Election as the most important since, well, the
last one. This time it might be true, and I haven’t been blogging much because
the little time I have is better spent in the real world.
Today though I was
neither blogging nor campaigning, but rather being pushed in and out of
equipment that cost our NHS hundreds of thousands of pounds. In the USA I would
have been charged fees I could not afford to pay for such treatment – unless I
had an insurance policy to pay for treatment for me which others would be denied.
If Johnson wins
his majority the NHS that is working so hard just now to save my life from
cancer may have a life expectancy considerably shorter than it is giving me –
and that will the least of our worries.
A Tory Brexit would
also pave the way for a “Fortress Britain” in which the racism and xenophobia
which would worsen our economic plight would be magnified in response to the
problem they themselves had caused.
As a parent it
is obvious to me that, of course, I want a Labour Government not so much for
myself as for my children (even if only one of them could avoid all tuition
fees immediately as a result of our victory).
Labour’s Green
New Deal offers some hope for the future, which we know we won’t be offered by
a Tory Government, and our Government would offer improved employment rights to
the next generation.
A Labour
Government might offer my children some part of the hope which I had at their
age, that the creativity inherent in our humanity could make our world better,
rather than worse, as the years go by.
Like all
parents though, I am also a child. I am lucky to be a child of two parents
still living. I want a Labour Government as much for my parents as I want it
for my children.
That’s not so
much about immediate material interests. My parents are in their eighties and,
although a Labour Government will offer them greater dignity and respect in old
age, I know they aren’t looking for anything for themselves.
I want a Labour
Government in my parents’ lifetimes because I want to validate the love and hope
which they passed on to the children they brought up in the 1960s and 1970s.
I was brought
up to believe all people equal, that love is more powerful than hate and that
we are all responsible for each other. For decades this rotten society has
abandoned those ideals (because “there is no such thing as society”).
But I know my
parents were right. I want a Labour Government not just for myself and my
children but also to show my parents a victory for our ideals that while they
are still here to see it.
It’s not that
victory will ever prove we are right (any more than years of defeat have ever
made us wrong). It’s just that, like all good children, I want my parents to
approve of what I – and all of us – have done.