What a week it’s been; first we had the English High Court
make an official nonsense of Theresa May’s ludricrous tautology ‘Brexit means Brexit’ on
3 November and then across the pond on the 9th, we had the
unedifying prospect of a Trump presidency crystallise into crazy reality.
I don’t propose to spend too much time talking about the
Brexit decision except perhaps to level one of my (by now obligatory) pot-shots
at the UK media’s increasingly rabid take on the necessity of leaving an
organisation that has – despite its neo-con agenda – managed to create more
social and economic equality than a century of Conservative government would
ever have achieved.
I won’t even bother to get too fixated on the danger of a
press largely controlled by a bunch of cynical tax exiles with a ‘bread and
circuses’ agenda of ‘taking our country back’ so that outside regulation can be
done away with to the benefit of the same kind of cynical tax exiles. The inexorable
lurch to the right in our day-to-day political discourse is part of an agenda
being set by the same kind of people who, in the 1930s, were happy to run
headlines like this one here.
If we take a gander across the Atlantic, this was certainly
a week that launched a million face-palms (and the rest).
The Donald’s victory didn’t really come as too much of a
surprise to yours truly and last night, I certainly seasoned my supper with the
salt of liberal tears. As a socialist from the hard (as opposed to the flaccid)
left, I never for a minute believed that Hilary was anything more than a status
quo candidate and a discredited one at that. She may not have overtly portrayed
the sociopathy of the sentient orange haemorrhoid but her ostensible
plausibility was perhaps even more dangerous. Clinton, to my mind at least, was
never anything more than a Wall Street shill and her selection as the
Democratic candidate was deeply problematic.
The comparisons with Brexit are inevitable: in both instances we had an electorate
thoroughly disillusioned with a neo-liberal agenda which saw the hollowing
out of working class neighbourhoods through off-shoring of traditional industry
and the undercutting of the price of labour in a domestic setting through the
active recruitment of cheap foreign labour and this resulted in voters being driven into arms of hard-right
demagogues. This happened not necessarily because working people are bigots
susceptible to racist dog-whistles as much as the fact that the would-be
metropolitan elite of the left failed miserably in their attempts to reach out
to what should have been their core constituency.
Interestingly however, in the US, it wasn’t necessarily just Billy
Bob from Tennessee who provided the backbone of the Trump vote. The demographic
that put Trump into the Whitehouse was decidedly more affluent and white
bourgeois. This is troubling on all sorts of levels.
We could look at Trump’s victory as a vote against the
neo-liberal agenda and it is to some extent but it is also a selfish gesture on
the part of a class which has by and large profited hugely from the bitter
fruits of that project. And their reasons therefore might after all have to be
refracted through the ugly filters of racism and misogyny that the limp and
condescending liberal left used to deflect from their own manifest and myriad
shortcomings.
We could in this ugly inquest wander into the realm of ‘coulda,
shoulda, woulda’ when it comes to the shameful way Bernie Sanders was given the
elbow and there are plenty of reasons why this is also an avenue to be
explored. In the final analysis however, it does come down to the
self-appointed intellectual cockpit of the liberal left and its painful failure
to offer a radical alternative to a dangerous psychopath to an electorate with such an obvious appetite for change.
Already I can see those same metropolitan pundits trying to
polish the turd by telling us that the most radical of Trump’s proposals will
be shot down in Washington. The reality – at least to my mind – is that Trump
isn’t a man who is likely to respect the institutions of government enough to
pay them any mind if they don’t play ball. Telling outrageous lies and playing
to the mob has got him this far…if it ain’t broke….


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