Thursday, May 29, 2008

 

Communists finally storm City Hall

After the false dawn of socialism that was Ken Livingstone’s eight years in charge of London as Mayor, a bone fide Marxist has made her way into the government of our great city. The Evening Standard made great play of the fact that several members of Livingstone’s team had alleged links to far left groups - despite the fact that, gesture politics aside, this manifested itself in a decidely pro-capitalist regime.
I read with interest today in the Standard that Munira Mirza has been appointed as Boris Johnson’s Arts and Culture spokesperson. Ms Mirza is part of a clique that emerged from the Revolutionary Communist Party now based around the website Spiked Online and the Chianti quafing cabal known as the Manifesto Club.
The Revolutionary Communist Party are best known for their publication of Living Marxism magazine that was closed down after being sued for libel by ITN. They were also notorious in my student days for what was termed ‘horizontal recruitment’ - a flatmate of mine experienced this first-hand after a 'Troops Out' meeting above a pub in Islington. Their wrath was mainly aimed at others on the Left and they were so divisive that many believed that the RCP was in fact a CIA/MI5 front organisation. Maybe Munira Mirza’s elevation to the ranks of Boris Johnson’s Junta confirms our paranoid suspicions as it's not clear what qualifies Munira Mirza in the realms of Arts and Culture beyond editing a couple of dodgy corporate-sponsored reports.
Could it be that the famously fruity Boris Johnson couldn't resist the tales of 'horizontal recruitment' in his attempt to recreate the spirit of the knocking shop that was the Spectator under his editorship.

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I was a member of that group and was never 'horizontally recruited.' Some bore with bad teeth and an even worse line in wooly jumpers cornered me at a hideous bookshop and bullied me into signing up. What you describe - and the sense I now have of what I missed - has torn me in two. Since reading your entry I've taken to roving the outer suburbs of London and talking to myself. Even as you read this, I will be edging out beyond St Albans, muttering at Potters Crouch, weeping on the sloped edge of the Three Rivers Water Authority jack-head located between Harpendon and Luton.
 
I'm sorry to hear that the RCP has left you in such a state - I did lurk around the fringes but never attracted more than flirtatious glances. Although the fate you describe does chime with the lurking suspicion that psychogeography and even deep topography are the last retreats of former comrades with the memories of bitter defeats to exorcise as they perambulate the margins
 
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