One of the golden rules of electioneering is never do it by yourself. It makes you look like a pathetic loner rather than the representative of a lively and dynamic organisation. It also means that there’s no one to protect you from the mad people, especially the ones who have a balcony over which they can throw you. Here’s one conversation from this afternoon.
“What are you doing throwing your fucking rubbish through my door?”
“It’s a leaflet about the elections.”
“Not from you cunts, it ain’t. Fuck off you fucking parasites.”
I thanked him for his time and took his advice. This was not mad person angry. This was “I hate Respect from the bottom of my heart angry.” There is anecdotal evidence to suggest that some of the white Labour voters have developed a real antipathy to Respect.
Having spoken to a number of comrades who have been electioneering in Tower Hamlets it seems that not everything is plain sailing. A number have said that the Big Brother effect is still there. It’s true that you can talk to people in more depth about the issues but that only brings you into contact with pretty small numbers. On top of this the numbers out campaigning are still relatively modest in many wards. However it’s unlikely that the other parties’ operations are much slicker at this stage.





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