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Brexit. Trump. Strictly. No, don’t click me away! Bear with.

Cards on the table, I don’t much like the tellybox. I watch, occasionally, stuff like Railway Journeys with Portillo, or that wonderful Canal programme with Timothy and Prue, but on the whole most of it passes me by. Most of what I do see is caught accidentally when the rest of the family are watching and I stumble into the room on my way somewhere else. However, I have become surprisingly interested in Strictly Come Dancing this last couple of series – maybe it’s because I remember watching the original all those years ago, usually with an altered state of mind which helped.

Bear with…….

This year has been in interesting year for anyone with half an eye on politics. We have, allegedly, seen a rise in the proletariat offering a bit of a slap to the people who have seeped and dribbled into offices of power and decided they know best. Not only that they know best but that the proles know nothing and need to be kept in their place. Our place. To that end, arguably, Education and Health, and to a large extent the Criminal Justice System and Housing, have been morphing in recent decades, leaving behind much of the social construct and responsibility that most of us value and developing a profit motive that no longer has to try to hide. Priorities in socially important organisations changed of necessity – it was do or die –  and in part that has been supported passively by people still believing that someone with a lot of money and a private education knows better than them. Pair that with the desperate need of many to simply keep body and soul together leaving little time to be involved in much else and a consistent lowering of expectations and we have a perfect storm of passivity and fatigue that allows people who do have the time and money (and the networks developed at school and Uni and by family connections) to buy a pathway into power. I mention no names…….

And then came 2016. Hands up who approached 2016 thinking “Thank Goodness 2015 is over, what a year, it can only get better”…..? Yes, well that went well, didn’t it? Apart from lots of lovely people dying who had created my history and the musical and artistic backdrop to my youth, we also had Brexit and Trump. Divisions created deliberately by the powerful to conquer the masses led to the very public murder of one woman, an increase in the confidence of people with shameful attitudes, a legitimising of all kinds of isms from ageism (the older generation have spoiled things for the young/the young don’t understand the issues) through racism (go back to where you came from/who will you blow up next) and a general atmosphere of mistrust and hatred. Conversation was replaced by brick throwing and chanting, voting was seen as an act of defiance rather than an inalienable right and duty and more people voted for Brexit than at any General Election for years. Public dissatisfaction with politicians who fiddle expenses and despise their electorate was having some practical results. Trump had already hopped onto the bandwagon and shamelessly – alongside some of his opponents and supporters – traded insults and lies rather than debate and detail, whipping up his gang to hatred of others, violence, intolerance and a lack of facts. Taking mansplaining to a whole new level, and behaving publicly in a way that many parents would justifiably have slapped their children for, he set new and deeply unattractive guidelines for public debate and demeanour. In both of these events we witnessed the powerless grasping onto something over which they believed they had some control, a new experience for many. In reality the power and control remained exactly where they already were but the illusion of influence was conferred, more expertly in some areas than in others. That precious vote, hard won by ordinary people over the years, wrestled from the wealthy and powerful and certainly not given freely by them, was being manipulated to support the very people who stood to gain most. And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is politics in the 21st Century. Ordinary people are encouraged to think they have had enough of the elite – by some of the elite – in order to get them to vote for the elite.

But something did happen. The idea of sticking it to the elite has taken hold. The concept that perhaps people can make choices, sometimes dangerous or wrong choices, and define their own reality and outcomes and live with the consequences is becoming clearer. And so we arrive at Strictly. I told you to bear with. Ed Balls joined the Strictly dancers and immediately gained the publics support for dancing badly, but with charm and warmth. The pubic enjoyed his efforts and his ineptitude, his determination to do his best and move forward – they liked it much better than some of the other dancers who danced better but were less appealingly human and had less distance to go to dance well. Someone who until recently appeared as part of the elite was shown to be Like Us. Not only Like Us, but likeable and funny. He charmed. The judges were ghastly to Ed and that just increased his popularity – they gurned when he danced, were outright discourteous, were way less encouraging to him than the other “better” dancers and generally behaved like, well, like the elite. Clearly they are the experts, clearly they are dancers, but their unpleasant behaviour rendered that immaterial – we liked Ed because he wasn’t an expert and wasn’t elite. We didn’t like the judges being smug and telling us what to like and what not to like. We Brexited them. We Trumped them. We voted in droves for the Little Man. Apparently. Well, job done. Ed is rehabilitated and the People have spoken. He has worked hard and redefined his place in the public eye.

Quite a few of The Elite are chums of mine. Quite a few of The People are chums of mine. I like them all – I think there is a little bit of fabulous about everyone, without exception. Their politics are not what I admire about them – if they charm me and make me laugh, if they have a brain and a heart, are kind, and hold a conversation well that is what I admire. What they do in the ballot box is not my business. What is my business is what happens when the votes are counted and policy decisions are being made. As someone who has worked for years in health, justice and social care and across all the sectors, and as a school governor, I have seen how public policy impacts actual people. Left and Right are almost irrelevant as long as socially important organisations and services remain at the whim of people many of whom will say and do almost anything to sit in a seat of power, many of whom have no meaningful experience of the departments they lead ( I am sure you know what I mean and who I mean……), and who potentially change direction regularly every few years. When there is actually a direction to change and not just a dogma to follow.  While we have no available Intensive Care beds for children anywhere in the country, while nearly 9,000 people slept on the streets in London alone in 2015/16 – and that is only the recorded figure – and 57,750 households were accepted as homeless and in ‘priority need’ in the same year, a six percent rise on the previous year, while mental health services are randomly delivered and under-funded and a false economy as so many people bounce around the expensive system, while almost as many people leave prison unable to read as entered it (this is changing, thank goodness, thanks to some fabbo people, but so slowly), while people with a criminal record are routinely excluded from jobs and housing denying them the opportunity to desist, while all of these things and more are happening Left and Right can argue until blue/red/green/yellow/purple in the face but it will remain a disgrace and the responsibility of all of them. And all of us.

There are some properly decent people in and around government and in and around some of the organisations that develop and deliver services, people who actually want to make a difference and not a fortune. I insist on feeling hopeful that the vote for Brexit – and Strictly – is an indication of the start of increased popular involvement in government. Whether or not I agree with outcomes upon which people vote does not matter – it is up to me to make a case for my view and debate properly. If votes go a different way to the one I would like I still rejoice that democracy has taken place. We have become a tad complacent in recent years, the freedoms and opportunities that have taken so long and so much painful sacrifice to attain are at risk. That complacency has allowed bad practices to slip under the wire – without some darn good journalism the expenses scandals would have remained unknown, for example, or at the least unremarked. Our inexplicable faith in people in positions of power, supported by the anaesthesia of media dependence, has let us take our collective eyes off the collective ball. My optimism tells me that people are perhaps willing to become more engaged and knowledgeable about the things that will affect their lives and less tribal in their allegiances. Brexit and Strictly both cut across most demographics…….

So, vote for Strictly! Vote in your local and general elections! Talk to your MP, find out what she or he actually thinks and don’t take it on face value – challenge, probe, question, scrutinise. And crucially, tell her or him what you think and what you expect of them. Own outcomes. Learn to Salsa and wear some fancy clothes. Dance and vote like no-one is watching.  And remember that T Blair is creating a global organisation to combat populism  – that’s you and me – and promote globalism – the thing that fills his pockets. We must be becoming dangerous……….

Decisions Decisions…….

Decision making is a hot topic, in Government, in Business, in our personal relationships. Politicians like to be seen as “decisive”, strong leaders, capable. Their decision making can speak clearly about who they are and who they represent. We make decisions every day from the moment our eyes open, mostly not challenging decisions (which cereal to have…..) but the process will be similar to any decision making: reduce and select the options, weigh them up, obtain corroboration as required, risk assess, choose.  Some decisions then have to be verified – not the cereal decision, but pubic-impact decisions! They have to be demonstrated as good and in the public interest. Doctors, for example, can be held to account in a very public and structured way for their decisions, and quite right too.

In this modern, vibrant savvy age of entrepreneurship, business, public relations and increasingly rapid development of products and policies it has been fascinating to attend local council meetings and watch the archaic and frankly absurd methods used to reach and share decisions. I can recommend it as a means to explore power and how it moves around people and traps them.

Well-intentioned people of all sorts run for government, local and otherwise – and some less well intentioned people too. To be elected all we need is a bit of cash and some voter apathy – produce the right words on the leaflets, smile and kiss babies (or promise toilets in the town centre), get your name known so it is familiar on the ballot sheet and Bob’s your uncle. With voter turn out at its lowest in decades you only need a handful of people to recognise you, a sockful of cash and favours to distribute as required, and not have too much visible mud sticking to you and you can lever your way in. Once in, there are a multitude of ancient processes designed specifically to protect you from scrutiny and consequence. Public council meetings, for example, are run by a Town Clerk who positions him/herself, like the Presidents Bodyguards, ready to take a bullet for the people authorising her/his salary and apparently relevant education, rottweiling away any pertinent and grown up conversation behind the smoke and mirrors of process and protocol. Understatement of the day at my last meeting was “this is not a conversation, not interactive” barked at a member of the public daring to supplement her already submitted, then scrutinised and whitewashed questions with a mild query after the tepid and qualified response from the council.  Not interactive indeed, not there, not anywhere.

One wonderful example of the antithesis of voter engagement was at the last meeting I attended after which a councillor (famous for audibly addressing a colleague with whom she disagreed as a prat, in front of a variety of members of the public including children after the Remembrance Day Ceremony) cantered over to the group  of the public attendees specifically to make a point of her own, and then when someone asked her a question backed off so quickly she almost fell over herself arriving saying “I don’t answer questions”. If not then, when? A gold plated gift wrapped opportunity to engage with voters about a hot local topic. I know – let’s ignore it. Maybe they were all prats? Sadly that is not  an isolated councillor behaving inexplicably but a realtime indicator of some local government attitude.

If I were in that elite group of elected officials who have the privilege to serve their community at the communities expense (and that has Precious Little chance of happening I hardly need to add) I think I might start to question those processes. Yes, they have been there for centuries (as have Scarlet Fever and Plague, both thankfully almost eradicated with universal approval) and yes, they are traditional, but until recently so was sending kids up chimneys and wife-beating. We have civilised ourselves past that. Those protocols, processes, trip-wires, smoke and mirrors, call them what we will, are man-made – like nylon, like poverty – and we can un-make them and create a better, more accountable, more engaged, more people friendly way of making decisions that will, ultimately, impact the entire community. It is probably about time we did so, and in the process expose some of the decisions made on our behalf and their consequences. Good people get elected all the time – as do the less good and the downright dreadful. It is probably time we freed the good ones up to do what they want to do – a bit of good for the community and a bit of proper public engagement. Some of those good ones who sit around, and at the head of, that local council table are becoming stained with their colleagues fallout and grime – how lovely it would be to liberate them.

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