Remembering the tumultuous events of 2014, I have a bagful of images, from the Japanese TV crew filming our Yes meeting on a summer’s evening at Luss beside Loch Lomond, or saltires flying in George Square to faces – thousands of them – laughing and cheering in a prolonged carnival of optimism. But the abiding picture that encapsulates what actually happened is this…
A corny mash-up, I know. But it will be real soon enough. It tells you everything you need to know about Britain, about the Establishment, about Labour and the way the people’s dreams and ambitions are sacrificed to save the careers and the incomes of few. Darling didn’t just desert the working class of Scotland, he turned on them. He put the interests of big business and Tory governments before their interests just as he subsidised the banks with our money, having first created the loose regulation that allowed their rip-off routines that caused the crash. He leaves them with a decade of brutal Tory government.
Just look at the man he once was when he believed in something, challenged authority and collective wealth. Everyone travels a political journey yet tragically he followed the same sad road with other so-called Labour rebels like Brown and Wilson, seduced and diminished by the corrupting power of Westminster.
Even while he worked hand-in-glove with the Tories and the bankers to prevent independence, he trousered £250,000 in speaking fees from corporate sources in addition to his MP’s salary…a Labour MP. There is something comic and pathetic about his reward – the care home for has-beens who have done their duty and a velvet robe topped with the pelt of the vicious stoat. How appropriate…by