By George Will
Saturday, June 04, 2016
London — Misery
loves company, so refugees from America’s Republican party should understand
that theirs is not the only party that has chosen a leader who confirms
caricatures of it while repudiating its purposes. Jeremy Corbyn, the silliest
leader in the British Labour party’s 116-year history, might kill satire as
well as whatever remains of socialism.
Labour was founded in 1900 to demonstrate that a
19th-century political prophet was mistaken. Karl Marx had proclaimed that
meaningful amelioration of working-class conditions could not be achieved by
non-revolutionary, parliamentary means. Labour helped make modern Britain into
a mostly middle-class, generally temperate nation impervious to exotic
politics.
In the 1983 election, the last time Labour flirted with
serious socialism, its manifesto (platform) was described as “the longest
suicide note in history,” and a party activist advocated “no compromise with
the electorate.” The electorate was not amused, and Prime Minister Margaret
Thatcher continued residing at 10 Downing Street.
That year, Corbyn was elected to the House of Commons. He
spent his next 32 years opposing the monarchy; writing columns for a Communist
newspaper; expressing admiration for Hugo Chavez, whose socialism propelled
Venezuela toward today’s chaos; proposing that taxpayers should be permitted to
opt out of paying for Britain’s army; advocating that Britain leave NATO and
unilaterally scrap its nuclear deterrent; blaming NATO, meaning the United
States, for Vladimir Putin’s war against Ukraine; calling the terrorist groups
Hamas and Hezbollah “friends”; appearing with and funding Holocaust deniers and
other anti-Semites; criticizing China’s Communist regime for deviationism in
accepting some free markets; demanding that Tony Blair, the only Labour leader
since 1976 to win a general election (three of them), be tried as a war
criminal (for supporting the Iraq War); praising Iraqi insurgents killing
Americans; and calling the killing of Osama bin Laden a “tragedy.” Along the
way, Corbyn got divorced because his wife insisted on sending their eldest son
to a selective school whose admissions policy recognized merit.
Last September, in a Labour party process in which an
intense fraction of 1 percent of the British electorate participated — a cohort
intensely interested in things other than winning the next election — Corbyn
was elected party leader with 59.5 percent of the vote in a four-way contest.
He promptly named as shadow chancellor of the exchequer a former union official
who lists in “Who’s Who” his hobby as “fomenting the overthrow of capitalism,”
who says he was joking when he said that if he could relive the 1980s he would
have assassinated Thatcher but who was serious when he praised IRA terrorist
bombers. Corbyn’s shadow farming minister, a vegan, says, “Meat should be
treated in exactly the same way as tobacco, with public campaigns to stop people
eating it.” Corbyn, appearing with unmatched jacket and trousers and with his
tie loosened at a St. Paul’s Cathedral service commemorating the Royal Air
Force’s heroism in the Battle of Britain, refused to sing the national anthem.
In 1937, George Orwell, a socialist disgusted with many
socialists, published The Road to Wigan
Pier, half of which consisted of reportage about working-class privations
in England’s industrial north. In the other half, which the publisher of the
Left Book Club wanted to omit from the club’s edition, Orwell decried the
socialist movement’s “smell of crankishness,” “the sandals and the
pistachio-colored shirts” of “every vegetarian, teetotaler” and other exemplars
of “priggishness” and “half-baked ‘progressivism.’”
Corbyn is an apple that did not fall far from the tree:
His parents met at a rally advocating peace in the Spanish Civil War. They got
their wish. Peace came. When General Francisco Franco came to Madrid. Corbyn is
a vegetarian who does not own a car. He does own — perhaps Al Gore knows why;
Gore went through an earth-tones phase — many beige clothes bought from street
vendors.
With his Greek fisherman’s cap, Corbyn is a reactionary
dressed as a revolutionary whose slogan could be “Onward to 1945!” Nostalgic
for Labour’s commitment (long dead when interred by Blair in 1995) to “common
ownership of the means of production, distribution and exchange,” Corbyn favors
re-nationalizing the railroads and some energy companies.
Financial Times
columnist Janan Ganesh sees Corbyn as a symptom of broad social contentment.
Corbynism is the persuasion “of people who can afford to treat politics as a
source of gaiety and affirmation. . . . They are in politics for the dopamine
squirt that comes with total belief and immersion in like-minded company.” So,
they are not unlike America’s Sandernistas and Trumpkins.
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