When I woke on Friday the 13th to the shattering news that Johnson had won the election, I knew that the only thing I could do to get through the day was to batten down the hatches and ride out the first of the storm.
I cancelled the papers as soon as I’d had my breakfast, for I had no desire to read the sort of triumphalist crowing that would certainly be going on there. I didn’t switch on the television or the radio, for the same reason. I knew what was going to happen and I didn’t want my nose rubbed in it. Bad enough to have to face the fact that we now have a fascist government and will have to endure it for the next five years. God help us all. I never thought I would live to see such a dreadful thing in my country.
From time to time during that first dreadful day, I dipped in and out of social media, avoiding the braying and boasting of the conquerors and only listening to voices I knew. Many were saying much the same things that I was thinking. Some were commiserating with one another, all of them were afraid and rightly so.
By the next day the first reports of racist attacks in the street and on the tube were beginning to come in. I found myself wondering miserably how soon it would be before the triumphant Johnson sold off what remains of our NHS to Trump’s American private health companies, as Mark Britnell promised they would be back in 2014, and how soon it would be after that before we all had to pay for any treatment we received and any drugs we were prescribed. It was worrying, because after a heart attack and a TIA, I need quite a lot of treatment and what seems to me, an exorbitant number of drugs. How the hell was I going to find the money to pay for all that? I went to bed with a headache.
But headache or not, this is a very serious and ugly situation we are all now in and there doesn’t seem to be anything I can say or do to make things easier for my family and my friends. I’m slightly comforted by news of Trump’s impeachment this morning. But we must remember that the USA works under a slightly different system of democratic government to our own and that option is not open to us.
How are you all? And how are you coping? Somehow or other and at some time or other, we shall have to find a way to organise an underground resistance. There is a pattern for it in Hitler’s Europe. But it will be hard-going.
Keep in touch. We need one another.