How delightful to return to the party’s website after a short absence brought on by the idiocy of others and find a debate between two of my favourite members! This is just another reason why – after four decades of banging my head against a brick wall – metaphorically speaking, of course – I have never once left the party.
Ron Cook once told me a story about being lectured by one of our now-dead luminaries – I forget his name but someone will remember – that ended with the said luminary saying “It’s a terrible party, but it’s the only one.”
We laughed about that, poor dead Ron and I, as we drove down to London for the ADM one Easter weekend. (That was the first time I ever spoke as a delegate at an ADM. I was twenty-two years old and got savaged by Steve Coleman and Vic Vanni. Fond memories, indeed!)
But, to the point.
We cannot know if it’s too late. It might be. In which case, we’re fucked. It might not be too late. In which case we’re also fucked. It’s a little bit like Pascal’s Wager, but rational.
The most important thing for me as a lifelong socialist is to put the case. Wherever it can be put. And however futile it may – or may not – turn out to be.