10th June 2017

The world is turned upside down. Kensington itself has rebelled, and Londres is a sea of red. The winners are the losers and the losers are the winners. I woke yesterday tired, slightly ill, hungover, and feeling on top of the world.

Only the day before I had been feeling blue, believing the polls of The Enemy rather than my own instincts. At work I felt a dark cloud hanging over me. Only when I went out on the streets for the Opposition in the evening did I start to feel better. In the car on the way home afterwards, we heard the exit polls. The Vermin Party had lost their majority – a crushing blow to their plans, and to the right wing of all parties. I entirely failed to go to bed at the time I had planned. The pain of the Vermin was too enjoyable for me to turn away.

Today the sun is out, as though we were suddenly a different country. The Vermin look weak, vulnerable. It feels like a 35-year rightward drift on the Island has been arrested. I feel happy to have taken part in it. Many people have been proved wrong, not just on who is electable, but also on the value of social media campaigns, on the power of the Enemy press, and on whether young people would ever vote in decent numbers. Winning feels weird, but I could get used to it.

These have been dark years on the Island, but the left can never die, for it is an instinct for justice, a demand for equality, a longing for a better world. It feels good to be alive in times when it is resurgent. For years I had thought it likely this day would come, for neither party was offering what millions of people wanted. I did not expect the resurgence to come from this direction. In the end what it took was a single error by the right wing of the Opposition, and the tide changed. There is finally something to get excited about: Us.

 

10th June 2017