Forget St George, I am so desperate to slay the dragon that is Corbynism, I’d do it myself if I could. I want my Labour Party back; I want a return of that socialism that builds its policy on material reality, and not mythology.
But why would you want to slay a political movement that has brought so many young people out on the streets, the Corbynites ask. Because Corbyn has facilitated a mass of Militant Tendency lookalikes, I reply. Their beloved St Jezza has given them permission to behave like thugs, especially, it would appear, towards female party members.
For though Corbyn presents himself as a very ‘woke’ bloke, and recently claimed that his political hero is Mary Wollstonecraft, he is far from a feminist. His solution to sexual harassment on public transport, for example, was risibly Victorian: women-only train carriages. And he is currently happily fanning the flames of a new age of witch-hunts against women.
He deems any protests against the proposed Gender Recognition Act, which would enable men to self identify as women, to be “transphobic”. And if we don’t accept that prostitution is merely ‘work’, as Corbyn clearly sees it, we are “whorephobic”. Whenever I am confronted by male leftists about my views on both subjects I just know they will be Corbyn supporters.
So, tell me, how can I support a movement that dismisses the opinions and needs of half the planet? Corbyn and his cabal and are taking us all back to the ‘beer and sandwiches’ sexism of the 1970s and a cult in which hard-left men flex their privilege. It turns the most gentle of people into macho idiots. One dear (former) friend of mine recently began to lecture me on how we need a ‘real socialism’ (one just for men, I think), at which point, he became an ex-friend.
Several female MPs have complained about that culture of macho bullying since Corbyn became leader, and have urged him to disband Momentum. Angela Eagle, an out and proud lesbian, had a brick thrown through her constituency window by Corbynites, as punishment for her bid to unseat St Jezza as Labour leader. But he carries on regardless; just look at that photograph of him surrounded by women– achingly transparent and far more patronising than the embarrassing ‘Blair’s Babes‘ photo opportunity.
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