3 October (Part 1) - I’m a racist
I went for a look around the Abbey Wood Village monthly market yesterday. It was disappointingly quiet what with the rain
and the fuel shortage. Some regular stall holders were missing, in part because
they had no fuel themselves or more seriously their supplies had not been
delivered for the same reason. Additionally the general HGV driver shortage affecting the whole of Europe. Even the
market organiser’s stall was looking a bit sparse for the same reasons.
Probably that is why my garden waste bin was not emptied last week. One collection in
the past three months. How much compensation is going to be on offer?
Needing a few oddments from Sainsbury’s I ascended the station steps. At the top
was a gaggle of six or eight or ten people but I didn’t even look up to see who
they might be. I continued over the flyover, past the BP petrol station with a queue
that didn’t even reach the roundabout, grabbed my stuff, got in a right old mess
trying to buy a cabbage at the self-service till and with two
well filled shopping bags, headed home.
As I got to the station entrance I became of aware of a fellow leaning against
the wall with leaflets in his hand. I tried to give him a wide berth but he came
across to intercept me. He asked if he could
drop a leaflet into my bag
and introduced himself as a Labour man. As we stood with legs straddling the borough boundary
line I asked if he was from the Abbey Wood side or Bexley. He said Abbey Wood
and mentioned Councillors Hyland and another whose name escapes me. Not to be outdone I said
Belvedere and name dropped Sally and Daniel and Dave.
He was a decent enough bloke, no complaints whatsoever and he summoned across
his colleague whose face I instantly recognised from Facebook and the like. I
was not aware of his name but It was Councillor Clive Mardner.
Clive asked something designed to extract my political
leanings and I said I was a Tory “thoroughly pissed off with Johnson and all his
cronies and I would never vote Conservative (nationally) again while any of them remained in the Cabinet”.
Fertile ground for a political campaigner I would have thought and maybe he
thought so too because he summoned another of his colleagues standing around 40
feet away who I had not until then noticed. It was Abena Oppong-Asare MP. I told
Clive that she would not want to speak to me and I was right. Clive asked why.
“I
have known her for a long time and I am very disappointed in her.”
He asked why again. I could have said anything, like one of the first things Teresa Pearce did
when elected - and even before - was to make friendly gestures in my direction
but that seemed to be a bit too self-centred so I fell back on what became
obvious as soon as Abena was elected in December 2019. “She is not really interested
in anything other than black or women’s issues.”
I went on to say that after her election
I analysed her first 25 Tweets and from memory 22
were on her two favourite subjects. It is a good job that I did not mention the
BLM knee bending episode because Councillor Clive Mardner responded by calling me
a racist, or to be more precise, what I had said would be considered to be racist.
(The old blog shows my memory to be slightly at fault but not by much.)
It was of course a waste of breath but I objected. Earlier the same day I had
welcomed my new Nigerian neighbours and helped out two more earlier in the week
when their car was stolen. My last two phone calls were to a Pakistani and a
Turk, there had been an early morning WhatsApp message from a Muslim and an email to an Indian. I had
spoken to the Sainsbury’s assistant who helped me buy the cabbage but apart from
her and the Nigerians the only
other person I had spoken to that day is half Hungarian. It would be very hard
to be a dedicated racist these days but Clive Mardner was pretty sure he had
encountered one. He said so twice more.
It is a very funny way of going about recruiting disillusioned Tories to the Labour cause.
As for Abena, she might not think so but I consider I have
gone very easy on her Parliamentary performance up until now in
consideration of her time as a Bexley Councillor. In one of our friendly conversations many years ago she was even
angling for an invitation out for dinner. I suspected at the time it was not a
serious proposition and I still do but it is part of why I had no particular
wish to be critical of the new Labour front bencher.
The kid gloves have been thrown away.
I was going to hold on to this report to give more time to see what the reaction
of some local Labour members who I know just a bit would be, but I have some already. “Jesus! While campaigning?” “He's
a bloody idiot.” “It’s how they deflect criticism. You are either a racist or a bully.”
Good to see that local Labour is just as divided as their Tory counterparts.