LMHR was wonderful, and long ago now, but still great. I promised I'd mention the guy who both played the flute and beatboxed at the same time, since he was so obviously the highlight.
But it turned out to be futile, because unlike the event it was trying to recreate, it had next to no political effect. Or so it would seem, because there was of course the disappointingly high number of votes the BNP were given. In Brent- Brent!- and Harrow they got twice as many as Left List. And while this may be because Left List is a stupid name or because everyone thought they were to do with Galloway or because it's so new, it nonetheless has to be partly because of the way the BNP has begun to tempt people. They aren't happy with Labour, because of the war and the economy and, oh, everything, and they have begun to find scapegoats. It's scary, yes, but I'm more angry.
I wasn't going to blog politically at all today, or until the whole thing had died down and I could go back to ranting about revolutions- Communism isn't too important right now, see.
But I really want to say this: there's hope. There's hope in the Anti-Nazi League, and all the other remnants of the last fight against British nationalism. They fought and won, and now it's our turn.
And the fight begins this Tuesday, at six o'clock, outside the Greater London Authority Building. There we can show the BNP that they have not won, and will not, not as long as we are around. They will not win in London. They will not win in our beautiful, diverse and oh-so-fucking-great London. They will not win in London because it is our city, and we will not let them.
Come fight with me.






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2008-05-04 @ 23:20