rebeccariots2 wrote:I volunteered my doorstepping time to the Fishguard crew yesterday as we didn't have anything going on up here. Very interesting to be out with others in a town rather than village setting. They have it much easier on the legs IMO - and much easier to track the streets, house numbers etc.
The others were much amused by my ability to remain ultra polite and courteous despite the response. On an otherwise very positive day - yes we met a lot of people saying they were going to vote Labour - the stand out 'conversation' for me was the woman who virtually spat out 'I would never vote for them bastards letting all those filthy Muslims and extremists in'. Nice eh. Funny thing is the only description I can give of how she looked and came across is 'very extreme'. My co doorstepper had to distance himself as I said to her 'Thank you very much for taking the time to tell me that'. It's the convent education - never leaves you.
How many
'filthy Muslims & extremists' in Fishguard these days? Do they bother thinking about their thoughts at all? Wonder where they came from?
'Why do I think this?'
I hear a catch phrase based on who knows what coming out of peoples' mouths. Sometimes, someone they may know & trust says,
'No, Ed Miliband isn't an aristocratic millionaire like the Tories' here's Ed Miliband's biography...' they'll bother to reconsider why the thought,
'Ed Miliband is a millionaire just like Cameron' is in their head. I hear this from people - simple things about people, demographics, their neighbourhood, that don't stand up to the slightest scrutiny but somehow it's really important for some to continue to believe it. It comes out a mechanical phrase,
'Miliband is just like all of them',
'Filthy Muslims & extremists are let in' (where? where do you seen anyone matching that description here in Fishguard?) but nothing or no one other than their best friend or vicar can impress upon them all their thoughts aren't true & when the day is done their mechanical phrase is back in their head.
It's harder than WW2. There was one enemy & that was more or less true. After the war, everyone left alive believed inside them they deserved some of the best & so the NHS, the social security provisions, jobs & homes were built. What's happened now? Television, lonely little homes, everyone stuck in car, broken social ties, broken coherent thought, too much noise, chronic, lying phrases repeated, making their impression & to question peoples' beliefs mechanically coming out of their mouths is to call them a liar. These conversations I've had with people have happened throughout the last few years here in the middle of the UK. They didn't happen when I was canvassing for Labour. They happened in the shops, train stations, family holiday get togethers - it's demoralising. Okay, people you're voting for your death by not voting, by holding onto unexamined hatred, mechanical phrases, neglecting reality. I hadn't intended it but what I've written was written long ago in
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists & before that somewhere else.
How do we collectively get what we want, that prosperity earned by us all, our institutions created together & sold out from underneath us, under these conditions?