It’s said we get more conservative as we get older. Definitely not me.
Another election has just passed us by in the UK. These periodic festivals of the democratic
process (whatever that really is) always cause me to reflect on the me of previous election years and what
is now different.
Shamefully, my engagement in politics drifts from ‘I’m really interested, maybe I should
get involved, I should really join a party’ to ‘I can’t be arsed with it as it’s all a repetitive cycle of shite.’ Guess I’m not unusual in this respect but it
does mean my own political timeline is not etched in my mind with any accuracy.
I grew up in an extended family where politics was never
talked about so I have no ‘dyed in the wool’ backstory as many do. I went to an all-boys school (not posh) where
I was head boy. I was a goody two shoes
and craved adult approval while being the presentable face on formal
occasions. Always a genuinely nice and
kind boy but all show and no depth of substance. I was suspicious and afraid of others who
weren’t like me and I had a difficult relationship with difference growing up
in a place like Bradford. I was a
massive snob in many areas of my life so for my first vote to be in a European
Parliamentary Election it’s not a massive surprise I voted Tory. I picked up on the message of keeping
European influence at arms-length and if truth be told, the candidate I voted
for had past associations with a former school of mine and he was Catholic,
like me, so in my eyes he was clearly the right person for the job.
Falling in love always changes us. When I met my dearly beloved and she seemed
happy to stick with me, her left wing leanings definitely started questions
racing.* Away from the ties of my youth
I felt rather liberated that I was a free voter; ready to be convinced. Yes folks this is possible. I know some people seem to think you are
either blue or red and anybody who votes otherwise are deluded or just
mischievous, but there really are people who want to make a decision based on
policy or strength of argument. At some
point, therefore, I remember voting Lib Dem in a Scottish local election. I read a lot about the candidates, I was
aware of the pressing issues for my local ward and I could only identify one
candidate who seemed interested in said issues.
I have no recollection whether they won, but I was happy with my democratic
exercising.
Since this time I have voted Labour.** Not because my wool has now been dyed, but
because I have voted for the candidate each time who I think speaks best for
the local and national issues that most concern me.
This time round I was no big fan of Jeremy
Corbyn or his potential to lead a country but I was not voting for him. I was voting for my local sitting MP who in
her first short term as a young parliamentarian, had shown signs of being a
person who truly wants to represent me.
Hell, she even responded to my letter campaigning for safer cycling so
she’ll do for me. Would I vote for
another party in future? Yes, if it is
the right thing for me to do. Secretly,
I hope there will be a new party emerges who seamlessly base their manifesto on
the outpourings of my brain but I suspect this is unlikely!
Wiser people than me will probably read this and laugh at my
idealistic view of voting and how naïve I am to the fact that politics is
really a Game of Thrones affair of deals and power play for a select few. I don’t care.
I believe there are still people who want to stand for parliament to represent
and try to change things. I know one of
these people personally. He is not a
careerist. He cares.
So elections help us to reflect on changes in our own
lives. I’ve changed. I’ve become much more liberal and open. I cringe at the younger me sometimes and how narrow minded I was. I’m always working on my snobbery and I am
trying to remain positive about politics and humanity even when it can seem the
world is falling apart. This week I feel
like I want to get involved. I feel like
I want to challenge myself further to be a better person. Next week I may just think it’s all a load of
shite again.
*Young voters take note. Your choices now may change but that doesn't make them invalid. Just do a bit more reading than I did when making your ballot paper decisions. I also recommend you move away or get out of their comfort zone in your late teens and early
20s. I love Yorkshire and am not
surprised I have ended up living back near to where I grew up, but the years I
spent away really gave me perspective.
**This will probably still come as a
shock to some people who seem to have me cast as William Hague’s West Yorkshire
off-spring. Look at the facts people. I worked in a job that involved
rehabilitating some of society’s outcasts.
I am not a career hungry aspirant, I wear a flat cap and I care about more people than my
immediate family. It’s obvious really.