Labour losing Glasgow City Council is like the Wombles losing Wimbledon. The morning after the local elections the Telegraph crowed: “Tories win seats in Scotland’s poorest areas and even former site of Ravenscraig British Steel plant.”
I, son of one of the thousands of steelworkers thrown on the scrapheap by the Tories when they closed the Craig in 1992, actually despaired: the furnaces went out again and the cooling towers came crashing down once more.
But then I began to feel glad. Because the final stage of grief is acceptance. Critically, accepting is not the same as approving. It remains true that Thatcher, then Major lied to the workers and their families, making promises they knew they could, but would not, keep. A dozen men, representing the tens of thousands dependent on the Craig, walked from Motherwell to London to plead with Thatcher for their future. She was too busy to show her face when they arrived on her doorstep.
My dad’s internal clock ticked as if he was still making steel – he’d wake up for shifts that were long over
Decades after he was laid off, my dad’s internal clock ticked as if he was still making steel – he’d wake up for shifts that were long over. He still smells faintly of coal and sparks. Betrayal made many men like him bitter and I don’t blame them. But you can’t build a future on bitterness, and it’s a toxic basis for politics. If they are not to be completely wiped out, Labour must finally reject the self-defeating politics of victimhood. They must look forward, as their opponents are doing, while also honouring the past. They must stop guilting the electorate.
Interviewed by the Sunday Post, Nathan Wilson, the newly elected Conservative and Unionist (that bit’s important hereabouts) councillor for Motherwell South East and Ravenscraig said: “I don’t remember Ravenscraig being demolished. But it feels like I do sometimes because it’s an issue here. It has been part of my formative political years.”
He is 23. Down the road his 25-year-old Tory colleague Meghan Gallacher won Motherwell West, celebrating her victory in a pair of glittery Union Jack heels. So much for apathy. I realised with mild horror that Gallacher went to the same school as me but, of course, 20 years later it’s not the same, any more than I am or the constituency is. We must all be allowed to change.