TUC mass lobby. Monday
2nd November 2015.
An important step in building the fight against the biggest
attack on trade unions for centuries, taking away a BASIC human liberty, the
freedom of speech, the freedom to strike and the freedom to express concerns in
working environments.
This is my introduction into finding a voice which FIGHTS against a government which I thought was otherwise, well, hopeless. I
wasn’t really sure what I was doing, what I was looking for, but , two emails
later I found myself on a coach on the way to London to stand against the big
dogs in there natural habitat; the Houses of Parliament, a daunting task at the
lightest of times. The structure of the day- intense, perhaps designed to weary
fighters of, silence us…
-long queues
-MP’s not turning up
-Airport style security
But despite the obstacles, we carry and fight for the most
powerful weapon which cannot be silenced, the freedom of speech… ultimately
what we are fighting for.
MY MP; Mr Bill Cash, representing Stone constituency for 18
years; nearly my entire lifetime. Caught up in the expenses scandal he claimed
£15,000 to pay for his daughters London flat, time’s move forward but Bill
remains backwards, the epitome of
everything wrong in the system some would say.
I have encountered Mr Cash on two previous occasions;
- Middle
school, aged 13, Mr Cash came to cloud our minds, all I recall is thinking what an arse, we care about whats on hot dinners not roadworks and statistics... Clearly setting the example and inspiring young minds to get involved with
politics,
- My
previous job working in a kitchen. I struggled with the bin bags across
the car park, Mr Cash was on his way up to a conference meeting above the
kitchen, as I struggled I smiled at Mr Cash out of respect, only to return
a sneering look as he jolly bobbed of to his pleasant meeting. I wasn’t
asking him to scrape dog muck of the floor, just common courtesy to the
people you work with. And yes, although I am here in my tracksuit
bottoms, smelly hair and salsa juice dripping of my trainers, you work
with me. I did feel an urge to turn around and tell him how I earn my money
honestly, but thought better of it, I knew we’d meet again.
This lit a flame in my mind, a fight, against the exact
values exemplified by a Tory government.
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Bill Cash |
- My
third (and certainly not final) encounter is found here, in his holy
grail, his pitch, his turf, the House of Commons.
As I filled out my green card to meet Mr Cash to raise my concerns in regards to the trade union bill, as if by polar force
bringing us together, Bill walked past me in the corridor.
A summary of the “conversation” to follow is my MP
mocking exactly what I was fighting for, my freedom
of speech. I was talked over with a flurry of statistics, misleading my
arguments, even referring to how long he has been in the constituency; almost belittling a younger person. I felt intimidated, and even threatened by his
attitude…
His inability to
listen to younger, working class people was epitomized by him answering his
mobile phone in my face, then happy to seal our “conversation” with a "jolly good" handshake. No Mr Cash, I will not accept being flicked aside with a handshake.
My concerns for future generations were given, his entire
attitude in response exemplifying the very issue of a Tory government.
All I
received from this conversation was how long he has been in the constituency
and how everyone "likes him…"
The conversation was rounded with Bill telling me my home address...
I found this rather laughable as he tried to put his self
back on top, perhaps threatened by a younger person routing for change. Think
again Mr Cash, this has started the fire, the battle will be strong.
The people will be heard.
.Despite my negative encounter, there is a lot of positivity
to shed on this day.
One key difference I noticed was the difference between the Labour
and Conservative MP’s. The Labour MP’s first and foremost turned up, took their time to listen to the people, I saw them taking photos , shaking hands with honesty and a smile. A young lad I spoke to after told me at the age of
10 he was inspired by the way his Labour MP acted, inspiring young minds as the young boy would now "love to stand for youth parliament." In comparison, my Conservative MP almost mocked my
youth. Many Conservative MP’s didn’t
even put the effort into to talk to the people, let alone listen to them. I beg
to question whether I would have even talked to Mr Cash if he hadn’t walked
past me in the corridor.
“ he will be here in
five minutes” “ twenty minutes” “ I’m afraid he’s not coming”….
Overhearing the effort and time taken to commute i was angered that efforts were being wasted. After I made
my first steps as a young activist, I felt an urge to investigate how people
felt towards being "stood up".
How do you feel considering your efforts to travel today ,
do you feel listened to today?
The first emotion is “slightly annoyed”, annoyed
after the queues, the security, the hot rooms. But after doing this for 40
years; you “get used to it”. 30 years ago, it was far more simple, one
room, everyone present, a simple system where people were heard without
commotion…
BUT- he added, if I was here to see a Labour MP, he would
have been here
-and there’s the difference.
-As a younger person I gained an insight into just how tough
the fight is, but despite the knock backs the fight will never leave you. But I must question WHY MUST we “get
used" to being backhanded by the people that are supposed to be working with
us, listening to US, not working against us…
Results=
The Trade union Bill was passed in the House of Commons, HOWEVER some amendments were made due to controversy caused
Read more about the Trade Union Bill->https://www.tuc.org.uk/tubill
GET INVOLVED Sign the petition to make David Cameron THINK AGAIN->
https://campaign.goingtowork.org.uk/petitions/david-cameron-don-t-threaten-the-right-to-strike