It’s been 14 months since that horrible morning we woke up, or went to bed realising Scotland was still a part of the United Kingdom. Where are we now?
For me we are now fighting a class war in so many ways. I have watched parliament more in the last 14 months than I have ever done and I am convinced we are involved in a battle between us and them. We are fighting for the very fabric of our society and we had better sit up and take notice, we had better get informed and involved where possible, we better start voting.
The gains that were made since the 1920’s are slowly being eroded or at worst taken away. Workers rights, funding for the NHS and for Education, Public Services, Social Security and our individual rights are being lost every day under what can only be considered a class war being raged on us by the Conservatives and meekly accepted by the Labour Party and sadly the Liberal Democrats.
This class War started again with the elections of both Ronald Reagan in the USA and Margaret Thatcher in the UK. It’s not about Lords or Lady’s per say, it’s about money and power. Who has the money and who controls the power.
Low wages and debt ensure fear and compliance in the work place, the erosion of the unions or no unions at all means you have no protection in the work place. Welfare Sanctions ensure that you are too afraid to fight back and are one step away from the food bank, you know where the foodbank is because every supermarket has a box collecting food for those in need and the address and phone number is in plain sight. No legal aid means you are not represented in the legal system and the right to re-call a lying MP puts your very future and financial well-being at risk and the chances of winning the euro millions is more likely than winning the court case against the establishment we have now.
Student loans mean that you are paying for the education that you have already paid tax for while the wealthy send their kids to the best schools which have charitable status to keep the prices down for the very people you will vote for and allow to have power over you and who will fight tooth and nail to keep themselves and their children at the top, we have created a new entitled class. If you are unemployed and have to go to the job centre you are one button away from having your very basic starvation social security removed for having the gall to be one minute late or to question the person who is in fear of their job and their ability to put food on the table.
You sit down and watch parliament and what you see are the 56 representatives voted for by the electorate in Scotland being called robots from the party that used to stand up for the poor, the Labour Party, the new Tories in Scotland. You see your representatives being ignored, being sneered at, being abused. If you are an MP from Scotland and not part of the established law of Westminster you do not matter, we do not matter.
I became a Lib Dem after the election and while I have met some wonderful, honest and decent party members the party continues to disappoint and is part of the problem in Scotland in so many ways rather than the solution with it’s acceptance of the status quo, a status quo that for me is all about class, power and privilege.
14 months on I am watching my country being ridiculed and every promise made, from jobs, to ship building, to pensions, to fairness, to partnership in the union, to decency and to honesty being washed away at 7am the day after the referendum when David Cameron came out and declared English Votes for English Laws. Cameron started this new kind of class war against Scotland. Some of you reading this will disagree, some will think this is some kind of class envy, of jealousy for the limits to my life or life chances but it’s not. This is about the fight that is taking place every day for the very fabric of our society and our being.
The poor, the vulnerable, the old, and the unemployed are taking punches and kicks left right and centre. We better start lifting up our arms and defending ourselves or we lose it all, everything that we hold that is decent, everything that we value will be lost and we will all be relying on the foodbank, the homeless charity, the local church or voluntary organisation. The new shop will be the charity shop. We better sit up and take notice before it’s too late.
14 months on and I have never been more saddened and afraid at what I see everyday around me, the people who I meet who don’t have enough food to eat or have to go bed cold if they have a bed at all. 14 months on we are worse off than we have ever been, 14 months on we are sending representatives to Westminster who are not welcomed, not listened to and not wanted. 14 months on I regret the no vote that so many made and my Yes vote provides no comfort to me that I did the right thing. Where will we be in another 14 months, I dread to think. We are at war.