Now what was I saying? I seem to have spent longer away from this blog than I ever intended. Changing jobs and getting into a new subject (or rather back into an old one) took up more of my time than I expected. Over the past few weeks I’ve been thinking about starting up again, and I have to say that I was curious as to what would finally drive me to the keyboard.
In the end it was the realisation that many of those on my Twitter timeline, many of whose views I respect, were watching the re-run of the 1992 General Election coverage on the BBC Parliament channel and tweeting nostalgically about it. And few were Conservatives, who you would expect to have rosy memories of the night that John Major confounded the exit polls.
I remember the night of 9 April 1992 as dismal, depressing, disheartening. Labour was supposed to win. Everything pointed that way. They had been ahead in the polls for most of the Parliament and were leading throughout the campaign. I had been with a group of retiring Labour MPs the morning after the Sheffield rally, all of whom were deeply emotional having seen Neil Kinnock’s performance, which had convinced them that victory was within reach.
Few of the Conservatives I spoke to at the time thought that they stood any chance of holding on to power. Even though they had removed Margaret Thatcher when it was clear that she had turned into an electoral liability, it was too soon to have removed the association from the voters’ minds. The poll tax had been replaced, but not so long ago as to have been forgotten. And the economy had dropped off a cliff the year before and showed little sign of reviving. Major had done better than anyone expected, but few expected it to be enough. Kinnock would be Prime Minister, possibly with the help of Paddy Ashdown and the Lib Dems.
Major apparently was unfazed. He is supposed to have remained convinced throughout that the Tories would win and remarked that victory would be all the sweeter for contradicting the polls. One of the Conservatives to whom I was closest at the time also maintained that the result would be a 20-30 seat Tory majority, based on his observation of his own marginal constituency. On the morning of the election, I read the paper with a dawning sense that he was right.
I’m afraid I got very drunk as I watched the results, getting angrier and angrier, swearing loudly and impotently at Labour’s failure to win over the electorate and its mistake in abandoning socialism for anything which might appeal to the voters under the circumstances. If they could not unseat the Tories now, when would they ever be able to? I certainly detected a sense amongst the Conservatives that they were now effectively in power in perpetuity, that if Labour could not beat them now, they never would.
Twenty years on, it is easy to say that the messge from the voters was that they were not sufficiently convinced by Labour and Neil Kinnock as an alternative and so would give Major and the Conservatives one more chance. It was not that they would return Conservative governments regardless, as some by their arrogant behaviour in the years that followed appeared to assume. The seeds of Blairs 1997 landslide were contained in Major’s triumph five years earlier.
I sobered up, and came to terms with the fact that however strong my emotional longing for a truly socialist campaign to elect a genuinely socialist government, it would not have given the Labour Party the edge it needed. The lesson I learned from the 1992 is that idealism is not enough. Politics is about power and its exercise. And to exercise political power, you have to win elections first. My interest turned from political theory towards the practicalities of getting things done.