Owen Jones formerly worked as a trade union researcher and flunky for left MPs. His first book, Chavs: The Demonization of the Working Class was published by Verso in June 2011. He is currently working on his second book, a polemic about the British Establishment.
Anders Breivik is a far-right terrorist, not a madman. It is a difficult verdict for some to process: here is a man who methodically shot dead dozens of idealistic teenagers, either as they ran hyperventilating or stood paralysed with terror.
If we’re going to improve educational results in this country, it means less of an obsessive focus on the schools – and more attention to the grotesque broader inequalities of modern British society.
The politics behind Ed Miliband’s long-awaited speech on immigration are pretty straightforward. Polling – and Labour activists’ experience on the doorstep – suggest that immigration remains a big concern for large numbers of working-class voters. Unless Labour engages with a conversation going on in ‘every kitchen’, as Ed Miliband puts it, the [...]
Last night, I sat in City Hall as Ken Livingstone’s political career ended; bizarrely, my parents were there as it was beginning. Back in the early 1970s, they were all members of Norwood Labour party’s insurgent left, battling the party’s right together following the perceived disappointments and betrayals of Harold Wilson’s Government. And so began a two-pronged struggle that would mark the rest of Ken’s career: against the Tories on the one hand, and the right-wing flank of his own party.
For those who hoped the biggest crisis of capitalism since the 1930s would lead to a new wave of left-wing politics, the three-and-a-half years since Lehman Brothers went under have been a depressing experience. The right dominate Europe. Neo-liberalism should have been left on the ropes by the financial catastrophe: instead, it was handed its greatest opportunity yet.
If we’re all trapped in one giant series of Big Brother, Trenton Oldfield is the latest evictee, replacing Samantha Brick on the long Walk of Shame (although it was This Morning, not Davina, that awaited the Daily Mail’s lucrative offering to the lions). I’m not going to join the booing, placard-waving crowds, because there’s enough posts stringing Mr Oldfield up if that’s your thing. But who am I to miss out on the rash of ’so, what’s the broader significance?’ pieces?
There’s no love lost between many Labour activists and George Galloway: but hatred has a tendency to blind, and it is the overriding reason that a man widely ridiculed for posturing as a cat on Celebrity Big Brother is underestimated again and again.