Too much to say…about the political legacy of Grenfell Tower

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WARNING: Socialist content!

THE 79 (or maybe 300) victims of the Grenfell Tower catastrophe – already well and truly buried by the mainstream media – have left us a hugely positive legacy.

For that ferociously-burning pyre, and all its depths of human suffering, did something in 15 minutes that few politicians have managed in decades…

It told the truth.

A truth that no amount of press officers or public relations gurus could sanitise. In vivid orange flames, licking across the London skyline, it blatantly spelled out what many of us already know. This ‘marvellous’, prosperous nation of ours – Great Britain – is actually rather rotten at heart.

The religious and fatalistic might well have acknowledged a symbolism in that towering beacon of hopelessness – set against a backdrop of conspicuous wealth and the rampant consumerism of White City. The ultimate metaphor for the ugly, gaping divide between our haves and have-nots.

Yet rising from the embers of that dreadful night’s events was a thoroughly refreshing dawn chorus – an unpolished symphony of raw, passionate voices. Some irate, many distraught…but all expressing the sort of heartfelt sentiments rarely conveyed in this bland, PR-driven culture of ours. A shrill burst of high notes from a repressed and long-forgotten tribe.

After so many years of Establishment-friendly press and PR, an unprecedented glimpse into another world – the great uncensored on open mics (‘real’ people speaking with levels of honesty and fervour in direct disproportion to their bank balances).

For what must have been the first time since the late 70s, we heard a vastly different narrative to the one relentlessly perpetuated by the dominant, filthy rich, ruling class. Capitalism’s ‘losers’ had a soap box…and no one was editing their words or shouting them down.

Sadly, I can’t think of any circumstances – other than this appalling tragedy – where such views have been so freely broadcast.

Being of a certain age, I remember the advent of Thatcherism, with its bitter, long-running miners’ strike and unbridled poll tax riots. I was too young to realise it at the time, but those events really marked a turning point for freedom of speech in this country – part of a concerted campaign to crush the political will of the people. In recent weeks, digesting the horrific catalogue of missed opportunities at Grenfell Tower, it struck me just how successful ‘they’d’ been in silencing my generation.

Things had been so different in 1979 when my Grandad (a fiery and straight-talking union man at North Middlesex Hospital) ranted furiously at the TV: “You mark my words. It’ll be every jack man for himself now.” So furious was he about ‘Maggie Bloody Thatcher’ that I’m pretty sure she was directly blamed for at least one of his several heart attacks. Beneath the anger though was a fiercely caring man, always rooting for the underdog. He foresaw where we were heading 40 years ago (and was spot on).

Slowly but surely came the dividing and conquering of a formerly influential class of people. Manual industries spitefully dismantled; proud men emasculated and then condemned for not getting ahead in service sector non-jobs they neither wanted nor were qualified to do.

Politically, you had two choices: swap your placard for a Filofax and declare yourself a Tory or retreated into the closet – fearful of outing yourself as a ‘loony lefty’, which was tantamount to declaring yourself a terrorist (especially at work).

As a spirited rookie reporter on my local newspaper, I felt there was every reason to join the National Union of Journalists (NUJ), but cynicism quickly set in. The Father of the Chapel was a suspiciously positive yes-man – most probably planted by management to water down our gripes and persuade us that working all day every day (and half the night) for no extra pay was acceptable. We were fortunate to have jobs. Collective bargaining was not in our best interests and we should all look forward to our individual appraisals with performance-related pay rises.

Legitimate complaints became half-hearted whimpers – drowned out by the annual celebrations of profit-making by our parent company. Weary staff were bought with share options, turning a blind eye to the fact there was rainwater gushing through the newsroom ceiling (due to chronic underinvestment in people and buildings). I’d like to say I declined my company shares on principle, but I’m pretty sure I just couldn’t scrape together the 250 quid. On an annual salary of £7,000, is it any wonder?

Elsewhere, more and more of my peers (especially those on the Tories’ public sector hitlist) were being marginalised and silenced by the pompous and entitled – with a massive helping hand from the right wing press and a small army of PR experts and propaganda spinners. Business interests and dubious reputations were guarded at all costs. Greed, selfishness and a general lack of concern for others became mainstream and palatable.

Cleverly, they managed to convince both the lower middle and aspirational working classes that the money men’s goals were their goals too. Honesty and openness, fairness and compassion were the also-rans: nonchalantly sacrificed on the altar of profit.

So where do we find ourselves now?

Living in a country that has always prided itself on its democratic channels, it’s been shocking to realise how powerless and impotent we’ve all become.

Benefits being withdrawn without warning (simply because the rules have been tightened and not due to any change in circumstances); GP surgeries and hospitals turning people away to maybe live or maybe die. Three hours to get an ambulance to my dying dad in February.

Meanwhile, Mrs May’s dinner party guestlist is looking decidedly more narrow and select than her predecessors’ once did.

It makes me wonder if there are still working class Tories out there – nodding along as she bungs out the media D-notices and £1 billion bribes to cling onto power. Even the middle class, which once firmly identified with Mrs. T, must surely be feeling vulnerable to this increasingly harsh brand of austerity-driven capitalism.

Outside the top 5-10% of earners, does anyone still believe the Conservatives are the party for all or that Mrs May really understands their fears and concerns?

Although, having said that, the embattled Premier perhaps has far more in common with the working class than she cares to realise.

Teetering on the brink of joblessness, with the Government plotting against her and crises coming at her from all angles, she’s actually getting a bitter taste of daily life for those living on or below the breadline in this country.


3 thoughts on “Too much to say…about the political legacy of Grenfell Tower

  1. Such an engaging and heartfelt piece. You’ve certainly hit on something that even the staunchest of austerity preachers surely can’t ignore, deny or avoid any longer. No one could have stared at that horrific scene of Grenfell Tower ablaze and not seen the very real and severe and life-taking impact of Government cuts with their own eyes; that the lives of those who have been made to pay for the collapse of a corrupt and greedy banking system are worth very very little to those trying to prop up the status quo, not even a few thousand quid on cladding. And the outcry is far from over. Thanks for your thoughts again and I look forward to reading more from you soon.

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