Saturday 16 March 2019

Day 995 in the British Brexit house! Ah, and a tiny section of the housemates (100, apparently! A few lasses but apparently mostly elder gents) have opted to spend £50 to spend their Saturday morning at political march in Sunderland. In the rain. As you do.
I get it. The people of provincial or ‘Average Britain’, as Donald Horne described it in 1969, feel let down. They have been let down, by all governments from Thatcher onward and, most emphatically, by the austerity politics of Cameron-Clegg. Misty-eyed Remainers should read James Meek’s accounts of how globalisation has damaged specific communities, such as this one about Cadbury’s in Keynsham. The EU is not as some call it a ‘dictatorship’ but its free-market ethos has led to people losing out in certain places.
What I simply do not get is the trust large numbers seem to place in certain public figures: witness one Nigel Farridge. Why trust him more than a May, Miliband, Cameron or Blair? He’s done little constructive work as an MEP. He grandstands and speaks a populist language that makes him seem ‘different’ to a large number of people who opt to see politics in simple terms. Sometimes, seeing politics in simple terms is necessary; usually, it is dangerous and at the core of the problems we face.
A minimum of research leads you to the conclusion that this man, who went to fee-paying Dulwich College and became a stockbroker in the City of London in 1982, is no true man of the British people. He is a man of the affluent south east, very in favour of free-market economics which tend to benefit the already well-off; his emphasis on immigration is a tactic, as he steps back from associating with UKIP now that they have explicitly moved to the far-right. This ‘patriot’ has strong links to powerful nationalists such as Putin and Trump and he is regularly paid to appear as a ‘broadcaster’ on Murdoch’s Fox News.
Today, he began to lead a march that tries to latch onto the iconography of the 1936 Jarrow Crusade, following a fairly similar route. However, it is not quite the same as that tenacious endeavour of the Great Depression, born of material despair. To quote the Chronicle here: ‘The route features notable gaps, where it appears the campaigners will be transported up to 30 miles from the end of a stage and to the start of the next, instead of walking.’ And, as Geoff Thomas (via David Stubbs) has noted: ‘Farage’s marchers are being asked to complete the route to London in half the time the original Jarrow marchers took. These were 200 men selected on the basis of physical fitness from a larger pool of volunteers. Some 20 miles a day they’ll have to cover and, unlike on the Jarrow march, no rest days.’
Jarrow is now represented by Stephen Hepburn MP, who I gather represents some of the Blue Labour tendency John Gray identifies in yesterday’s New Statesman: Gray plausibly argues there is massive, latent support in provincial England and Wales for combining left-wing economic policies such as nationalisation with an agenda of law and order and cutting immigration. In 2017, some of these insecure, fearful voters went to Corbyn because of the former, some went to May due to the latter.
Former Jarrow MP at the time of the Jarrow march was Ellen Wilkinson; when education minister in 1947, she called for a high-minded ‘Third Programme Nation’, with access to culture and education shared by the many. It is a shame this only partially came to pass and then dwindled entirely, despite the efforts of fine folk like Richard Hoggart, Raymond Williams, Arnold Wesker and Jennie Lee.
We are living with the consequences, but need to deliver tangible economic improvements for ‘Average Britain’ and address its justified anger at governments of the last 40 years. While consistently arguing against the scapegoating of immigrants. If not, we will be threatened with a Farage-fuelled, Boris Johnson-led Britain, as John Gray warns.
A ‘Fox News Nation’, if you will. Ponder on that.
Somehow, I don’t think the Jarra marchers were charged £50 for the privilege of marching alongside an ex-stockbroker in a flat cap. Apparently one who, by many accounts, got into his car by the time the gaggle reached Seaham.



