To whom it may concern: This is to inform you that I am resigning my membership of the Labour Party, effective immediately.
I JOINED the Labour Party back in the late 1980s and was a longstanding and committed activist.
In those far-off days, politics seemed more clear-cut and the Tories’ privatisation and poll tax policies, so distinct from Labour’s socialist pro-worker values, were enough to tip me from apolitical complacency into seething socialism, more or less overnight.
The local party was a welcoming and stimulating community. Over the years, my husband and I knocked on doors, delivered leaflets and stood for Labour in every local election. It was hard work, but we knew we were helping to create change, and that was what mattered.
They do say, however, ‘be careful what you wish for, because you may just get it …’ Change does not always bring whatever it is you think you want, and the 1997 general election brought Tony Blair.
Always the optimist, I tried to believe that Blair really did have his heart in the right place and would come good in the end. I tried to ignore those who ranted that he would ‘turn out to be the best thing that could ever happen to the Tories.’ But I had to agree in the end.
We didn’t do a lot for Labour during the Blair years. We refused to resign, as so many did around then, believing we would get our party back one day. But we were no longer prepared to fly the flag for a leader we neither respected nor trusted.
The death of my husband made the comradeship of Labour suddenly more significant, and I found myself drifting back into activism. I went to meetings, delivered leaflets, pounded pavements and took on roles as before, though with a growing sense of hopelessness and déja vu.
Jeremy Corbyn as leader was, for a while, a real shot in the arm. At last, I thought, we might just get our party back. But no, it was never going to happen; every smear and accusation imaginable was thrown at him by ‘friends’ and enemies alike, and he was gone.
Then came Covid-19 and the so-called ‘pandemic’. A few nervous months wondering why nothing made any sense, then the penny dropped.
The more I thought and read, the more I needed to think and read. It took a while, helped enormously by sites like TCW Defending Freedom, before I understood.
Everything I had ever believed in, for my entire life, was a lie; a carefully-crafted, highly complex deception. With Labour, the party I had trusted with half a lifetime of loyalty, right there in the midst of it all.
At nearly 75, it was a crushing discovery, and part of me is still grieving. I soldier on though, a proud, defiant, unjabbed member of the local resistance. I do not consent and I will not comply!
And my relationship with Labour? Judge for yourselves … here is what I wrote to the party recently: ‘While this is something I regret after 30 years of activism and comradeship, I can no longer bear to be a member of an Opposition party which refuses to oppose what is perhaps the most evil and corrupt government this country has ever had the crass stupidity to elect.
‘An Opposition which never calls out the Government’s lies and deceit but, to the contrary, demands ever more draconian measures on the path to totalitarianism and medical apartheid. All in the name of a “virus” with a survival rate of around 99.7 per cent which, for most people, causes little worse than a bad cold.
‘An Opposition which is happy to see people lose their jobs because they do not consent to being injected with gene-altering drugs – concoctions which, while already having caused more deaths and adverse events than all vaccines in medical history put together, prevent neither infection nor transmission. And are now known to wane in effectiveness after a few short months.
‘An Opposition which – and this is beyond evil – supports the injecting of healthy children, whose risk of death from Covid is zero, with said experimental gene therapy, in spite of the known and well-documented devastating side-effects.
‘The Government’s excuse, unchallenged by Labour – that it will minimise school closures – beggars belief in its fatuousness. How a drug which cannot prevent either infection or transmission can keep schools open is beyond me.
‘As is the argument that “vaccine passports” can somehow prevent infections which the “vaccine” itself cannot – but hey, I’m not a highly-paid politician with a financial interest in a pharmaceutical company, so how would I know?
‘I could go on, but there is little point in attempting to explain further… I suspect you already get the point. As an organisation you disgust and appal me. I despise all you have done over recent months and, particularly, I despise all you have failed to do. I would probably despise all you stand for, too, if I had any idea what that was.
‘Not, of course, that it matters to you what I think – you have doubtless already dismissed me as one of those “crazy anti-vaxx conspiracy theorists” and, therefore, as no real loss to a modern Labour Party which long ago abandoned the pretence of caring about anything except currying favour with the bunch of psychotic sociopaths who run this sorry world.’
