Wednesday 6 May 2020

Jeremy Corbyn made my hair fall out: some reflections on P/political loss

OK, so I’ve got your attention.

More on hair later (it’s a fairly long read…).

For now some reflection on the last few months. My twitter feed @gletherby and Facebook account is full of grief and anger and has been since the middle of December 2019.  The general election result; Brexit; the Coronavirus pandemic; the leak of a report that, if true, means that senior figures in UK Labour not only worked against the Party during the 2017 general election but also regularly engaged in racist, sexist and violence based ‘banter; whilst talking about Labour MPs, activists and pro-Jeremy Corbyn members; have distressed and enraged many of us.   

Corbyn’s decision and announcement to step down as leader of Labour led me, and I know many others, to experience real grief. Grief for the loss of a government truly focused on equality, social justice, the sustainability of the planet, peace... On April 4th 2020 when Keir Starmer changed his twitter bio to ‘Leader of the Labour Party’ the felt pain of what might have been was palpable (more on Labour under Starmer another day).

Not wishing to boast I’d suggest that I’m something of an expert on grief. My adult life has been peppered by experiences that following Michael Bury (1982: 169) we might call ‘biographical disruption’: when ‘the structures of everyday life and the forms of knowledge which underpin them’ are disrupted, if only for a time. My father Ron died when I was 20 years old, I miscarried my only (to my knowledge) biological child in my mid-twenties and was divorced from my first husband in my early thirties. My relationship with my second husband John was happy but hard work given his many years of illness. When John died more than a decade ago (February 2010) when I was in my very early fifties he was estranged from his two sons who remain estranged (their choice) from me, even though John had sole custody and they lived with and were cared for by the two of us during their teenage years and into early adulthood. In January 2012 the person who was my main support and source of comfort throughout all of these experiences – my mum, Dorothy – died. In addition, other extended family members and close friends have died over the years and, along with others, I grieve at the tragic and unnecessary deaths of those I have never met; in recent years Grenfell is relevant here in addition to the current Coronavirus pandemic. (I have written about some of these issues elsewhere (e.g. Letherby 2015, Brennan and Letherby 2017, and )

In the mid-1980s feeling unable to continue my job as a nursery nurse following my miscarriage I looked for something to fill my time with an A' Level in Sociology helping to do this. Some of my research and writing in the 34 years since has focused on issues of death and loss (as relevant to death and more generally). Like others I have argued that bereavement, the overall experience of grief, is multidimensional and embodied as it is a personal, social, political, intellectual, emotional and bodily experience (e.g. Tanner, 2006; Gudmundsdottir, 2009, Letherby 2015, Davidson and Letherby 2020). My own experience of bereavement has brought home to me the impact that such loss can have on one’s body. I have heard grief described as being like a punch in the stomach or a series of waves washing over a person. I can relate to each of these examples but for me grief is more like walking up a steep hill, it is hard going and the pinnacle seems far way: the walk is tough. Sometimes you slip back, sometimes you need to rest, sometimes you feel sure you’ll make it to the top, sometimes you are convinced you never will.

‘Griefwork’ is a sociological concept developed by Deborah Davidson (e.g. see Davidson 2008) where the work of grieving is shared and negotiated between and among grieving persons and supportive others, rather than the work done alone as in grief work, a psychological concept. This is relevant, I think, to the political losses of the last few months as like-minded others have come together – both face-to-face and online (increasingly so in the last month or so) - to share feelings, reflect and regroup. This has led to a raft of blog articles, articles in Left leaning publications (mostly, but not exclusively in what’s known as alternative media), events (many online), grass-roots activism and action. The latter includes projects specifically to address the ravages of political austerity and others focusing on political education. Following the general election loss and the increasing marginalisation of a socialist agenda in Labour such activity is helpful. Emotions are still raw though and we haven't (and still don't) always agree in our analyses of what went wrong and what we should do next.                                                    

In January I wrote (in 18 tweets): 

@gletherby (28/01/20) I was in London the day after #GE19 and spent much of it in tears, even whilst wandering round the shops, in a failing attempt to distract myself from the horror of it all. Like many I am experiencing the aftermath of Labour’s, of OUR, defeat as a bereavement. I didn’t think it could get any worse. It has. This morning I was blocked (here on Twitter) by someone I’ve been following & who has been following me for several years. A fellow socialist. Like others I expected the bigots to be emboldened by the election result. They have been. Like others I expected the attacks on Corbyn & his supporters to increase. They have. What I didn’t expect was the cross words we would have with each other about who to blame for the suffering that so many are experiencing under the hateful Tory govt.

On Saturday I tweeted about my distress at the number (growing I think) of attacks on working class Tory voters. It prompted much debate. Some folk agreed with me, others justified their different view. I must admit to being a tad bruised by some (a minority) of responses. But basically it’s fine. We need to debate to move forward, to do better, to win. So, although some might think me foolish to continue & some will still disagree I have to carry on, not least because I feel sick when I see folk describe their neighbours as ’selfish class traitors’ who ‘deserve all they f*cking get’. Just a few reasons why:

- In fact only 3 out of 10 W/C voters voted Tory, despite what the MSM tells us (although I accept others stayed away from the ballot box).

 - 19 our of 20 constituencies where child poverty is the highest are STILL represented by Labour MPs.

- The mainstream media have championed a propaganda war against Corbyn since 2015 & a report by Loughborough Uni shows how that was massively ramped up in Nov/Dec 2019. It was not just the words spoken and written but other, not so subtle to the informed, but influential to the less politically aware, tactics. One example: Remember that tweet by Robert Peston LIKE for ‘Boris’, RETWEET for ‘Corbyn’ (frowning & complete with ‘Commie’ hat), COMMENT for ‘Jo’. Ummmm.

From all this and more, much more, it’s clear that many, many people, really did not know who/what they were voting for: ‘Boris good, Corbyn bad’ (the complete opposite of what we know to be true) was the dominant message.

- The CONS cheated on social media with dark adds on Facebook and, not least, by changing their twitter account to a (false) ‘fact checker’ during leadership debates.

- Johnson’s soundbite ‘Get Brexit Done’, although a falsehood, was simple & effective, not least because LAB’s message was unclear to some (partly the media’s fault, partly the fault of some of our own MPs, including some in the Shadow Cabinet) & unpalatable to many who felt that we had back-tracked on a previous pledge (again PLP & some shad cab members were complicit).

- The Labour vote in ‘left behind communities’ has been dropping for decades:  #GE17 was the blip.

- Johnson was able to build on his image as a ‘lovable buffoon’ (I know) and the lack of scrutiny, hiding in fridges, his horrific views etc. added to the view of him as a maverick, as ‘Boris’ not Johnson.

ADD to ALL this a couple more points:

-Surely if we blame those that are largely powerless, even if they do have views we disagree with, deplore even, aren’t we playing into the hands of the powerful, the establishment, the media, the wealthy Tory Party donors, Johnson himself…?

- Given that as Corbyn supporters we support his view of the need to ‘defend the principles of a society that cares for everyone & everyone cares for everyone else’ isn’t it our responsibility to take the lead on this; to fight for equality and social justice for all, ALL? We can be sure that if we don’t, nobody else will.

- AND finally (for now) if we attack people how can we hope that they will listen, re/consider, vote Labour ever again?

I for one am very excited about the recent reports that Jeremy Corbyn is making plans on how to continue his work on tackling inequality, working for peace & for the stability of our planet. I’ve also heard that he is concerned to develop effective political education which we so need. I think, hope, we can all be part of this; as learners and as teachers, and learners again. For that to work though we need to keep talking, sharing, struggling together…


Whatever our position, our leanings, our preferences, though I think it’s fair to say that the last few months, and indeed the last few years, have been bruising. As someone once said ‘They don’t call it the struggle for nothing’. So, when my hair began to fall out (‘at last she gets to hair’ I imagine you thinking) at an alarming rate in the summer of 2019 I could only nod when my GP asked if I’d ‘been under any stress’ and given that Jeremy Corbyn gets blamed for everything …. (I don’t blame him obviously but I couldn’t resist the title). I did the things that she, my hairdresser, and the internet suggested: ate (more) bananas and eggs, changed my shampoo, grew out the dye (I like the grey), took an extra supplement or two and tried not to worry about it too much. Things seemed to settle down. And then came the Coronavirus pandemic and lockdown. I’ve been home alone for five weeks now). I have plenty to do (fortunately I can work at home and there’s always other writing, and books to read, and Netflix and spring cleaning…) but my motivation wanes quite often. I volunteer and although I am still able to assist the organisation from a distance self-isolating means I can not do as much as I usually do and this upsets me. I have lots of support and virtual company but I’m a tactile person and I miss hugs the most. At the weekend I went out for a walk, the first for a couple of weeks and, very unusually for me, I felt anxious the whole time. Since then I’ve been out every day and feel a little better for it. So, despite having plenty to do, people to talk to, and the sea to visit (I do appreciate how lucky I am) like many others I’m finding self-isolation challenging at times.  Perhaps not surprisingly then, I’ve started to shed hair again and this time it’s accompanied by the eczema I occasionally suffered from when younger. 

Having grown up in a loving but, at times financially lean, family I do acknowledge and I am grateful for, my privilege; my comfy home, my full food cupboards and more…. But, from my own experience and those of others not so well off (in some or all ways) at times of political and social change, upset, crisis, I would strongly suggest that it is OK NOT TO BE OK. One of the most upsetting, and, I think, irresponsible, trends during #Lockdown has been the ‘If you haven’t…’ statements. You know the sort:

‘If you haven’t learnt a new language / acquired more knowledge / got fitter / honed the skill that’s always alluded you … during #lockdown it wasn’t that you didn’t have the time, it's that you didn't have the motivation.’

With this in mind I’ve written a poem.

Now’s a good time

Now's a good a time to learn to touch my toes,
Now's a good time to strike a new pose.
Now's a good time to learn to bake and sew and drill and saw,
Now's a good a time to clean out the cupboards or empty a drawer.

From home-schooling to zooming,
Hair-cuts and self-grooming.
Some learning new languages others writing books,
There’s lists of achievements wherever one looks.

But, if just getting by is all you can do,
Get up, eat a meal, watch a programme or two.
Do what you can to cope with this time,
Do what you must; that’s your quest and mine.


That’s it, for now. 

Thanks for reading.

Stay as safe as you can.



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Monday 11 November 2019

The Politics of Remembrance Day: From #BowGate to #WreathGate (and why remembering isn’t enough)

Yesterday in a series of tweets I wrote:

My twitter presence is much bigger than it was a year ago (thank you everyone) and inevitable this means I face more online 'critique' than previously.

Today the focus has been my 'politicising' o#RemembranceSunday

I have just a few things to say:

As the granddaughter and daughter of army and navy veterans I know personally about the costs of war & would suggest that my views are as valid as anyone's.

As a sociologist, and a critical thinker, I argue that ALL life is political and what more than war & peace, war related death (suicide included) and justice for veterans & their families.

As a @UKLabour member I applaud our party's plans for service personal & veterans, especially with SO many veterans experiencing homelessness and/or PTSD (issues cruelly ignored by the current government).

As a media observer I note once more the implied criticism by some of the MSM (BBC R4 included) at the depth of Corbyn's bow whilst a dishevelled looking Johnson lays his wreath upside down. [NB Johnson also spent the two minute silence looking around and made another gaffe by stepping forward too soon when it was his time to lay his wreath]

As an experienced twitter user I see again and again that those criticising myself and others for politicisation are the very people who constantly, unrelentingly criticise Corbyn for the size of his poppy, the depth of his bow etc. and so on. Corbyn the man who drinks tea with veterans (before attending a service in his own constituency) rather than attend a dignitaries lunch.

With all this in mind I humbly suggest that in always working for peaceful solutions and looking for ways to support veterans whilst genuinely honouring all those who have served our Corbyn-led @UKLabour social movement should be applauded and celebrated not vilified and mocked by anyone who truly cares for those we have lost and those that return from war.

There I’ve made another POLITICAL statement and I’m proud to stand by it. #Solidarity


Today like many others I was shocked, if sadly not surprised, when BBC Breakfast showed footage, not of yesterday’s ceremony but of the ceremony in 2016. 


I have written not one but two complaints to the BBC. The second one following their 'apology'. Thus: 

The ‘apology’:

This morning on the programme we incorrectly used footage from a Remembrance Day service that was not filmed yesterday. This was a production mistake and we apologise for the error.

My complaint:
Earlier today I send a complaint re BBC Breakfast use of footage from Remembrance Sunday 2016 instead of 2019. I have just read your apology on twitter. I cannot accept that this was a ‘production mistake’ not least because it is clear in the 2016 footage that Theresa May and not Boris Johnson was the Prime Minister. Additionally, it surely take some ‘skill’ to mix up footage from yesterday with footage from three years ago. I, and I know many others, can only conclude that your intention was to present the PM as more statesman like, more respectful, than yesterday’s performance showed him to be.

You might find the following from Louise Cooke interesting also:

I used to work for @BBC news. The previous day’s footage is right there in front of you. Footage from 3 years ago needs to be specially ordered from the Library. What sort of ‘error’ is that? #WreathGate If they’re lying like that, this needs investigation. #bbcbias

I’ll leave it there …..

This isn’t the first year I’ve written about Remembrance Day, including the frequent attacks on Jeremy Corbyn and why remembering is not enough. If you are interested please see below (in backwards chronological order).

Last year I wrote three pieces about Remembrance Day:

The following is an extract from the first:

Of course Sunday was not by any means the first time that the Leader of the Opposition has been criticised either for his appearance or his supposed lack of patriotism. I’m sure there is no need to go into detail although it is interesting to reflect on how, and possibly why, these issues collided (yet again) last weekend. It is well known, by those who look at little further than the mainstream media outlets that Jeremy Corbyn practices 'Lest we forget' differently to many other politicians. Just a little research uncovers pictures and stories of him meeting with veterans after the man event (rather than attending lunch with dignitaries) and attending and speaking at Remembrance events in his own Islington constituencey as he has done for many years. And yet year after year the focus is on his appearnace - from his 'poorly knotted tie' to his 'scruffy coat' - and his so-called lack of respect - 'he did a jig on the way to the Cenetaph' (no he did not and the papers that reported this had to retract) to 'he's wearing such a tiny poppy.' 

And here is a section from the second of the three pieces:

A few days ago I wrote a piece about my father and grandfathers’ wartime experiences which also included some reference to our current remembrance reflections in the 100th anniversary year of the end of World War I (2).There is an irony here which I pointed out in my piece. There are an estimated 13,000 homeless veterans and there are also obvious deficiencies in the health, work, educational and financial support (for this group and many others). Yet, despite this, it was Jeremy Corbyn’s clothes and his poppy that was the focus of much media discussion (3). This is surprising (or maybe not given that our mainstream media increasingly seems to be unfit for purpose (4)) given that on the same day the Labour Party made a pledge to veterans, summarised in the following tweet:

Our veterans deserve security when their time in service ends:
Here’s our pledge to veterans:
Proper mental health services to treat PTSD
And end to rough sleeping
Free education, retraining, and more apprenticeships

In 2017 I wrote two related ‘stories:

Remember, Remember …
Remember, remember when it was only kids, proudly displaying a man made of paper, dressed in dad’s old clothes, that people gave money to on the streets. That was before an increased awareness of stranger danger; the favouring of the North America fancy dress accompanied candy-fest over bonfires and apple bobbing; and a more nuanced understanding of the gunpowder treason and plot.

I was one such child.

My sister was lauded by all as ‘the artistic one’ so it was she who was responsible for the PENNY FOR THE GUY sign, decorated with colourful drawings of firecrackers, Catherine wheels and fountains. Susan also had the job of painting Guy’s face. But, I could stuff as well as the next boy and I made sure that no newspapers were thrown out for weeks before. Complete with our effigy we’d walk into town, via the seafront, every afternoon once school was over and early on Saturday morning, for two weeks prior to bonfire night. We generally did pretty well and we always had enough to buy sparklers and some toffee to supplement the box of fireworks and the potatoes to bake our parents brought to the party.

Remember, remember the war that, many argue, won a prime minister and her government a further term or two in power. But less of the consequences of that and more of long-term personal impacts of conflict. Once abandoned HMS Sheffield continued to burn for six days until it sank. Twenty crew members were lost and more than that number suffered serious physical injuries. Others, lots of others, from that battle, from all the battles during the conflict, were left with wounds not visible to the naked eye. Post-traumatic stress disorder; just one of the legacies of military activity for more men and women than we like to admit.

I was and I am one such man.

My mental scars influenced by life from then on; my choice to leave the service, my inability to hold down a job, my increasing awkwardness in both intimate and acquaintance relationships. I felt such guilt you see. Guilt for my survival. Guilt for the opportunities which ironically I was ultimately unable to make the best of. Finding joy in nothing and in nobody I retreated from the individuals and the things I once loved. Even now when I experience a little pleasure from the kindness of strangers, an occasional hot meal, an overheard snatch of once beloved music I push it away; unworthy as I feel that I am.

Remember, remember when you next pass by a homeless person on the streets or in the park that you too, or someone you cherish, might be one experience, one crisis, one pay packet away from a life with no security and little comfort. Remember too that an estimated one in ten rough sleepers are thought to be from a service background.

I am one such statistic.



It’s my birthday today.

I’m eight years old.

My name is Poppy Rogers.

I was born at twenty past nine in the morning on November the 11th. Mum says if I’d waited a little longer we’d have scored a hat-trick. I think that’s a funny thing to say.  

Last year I had a party but this year I am going to a restaurant for a pizza instead. My friend Beth is coming with me. Mum is taking us but not coming in. I’m going to text her on my new mobile phone when we have finished our pudding. She says she’s going to go for a walk in the park to see the ducks. It’s raining so she’ll probably wear her old mac. Nan bought the phone for me as my birthday present and it’s got a whole five pounds worth of credit on it. I got some new shoes and a book from mum. I’m excited about going out. This place is too small for a party anyway. Mum and I live on our own in one room in a big house. I’ve never met my dad. We have a sink, a kettle and a microwave so we can make ourselves hot stuff to eat. My favourite is tomato cuppa-soup with bread. The other day we had tinned rice pudding which was nice too. Mum said that there was a whole box full at the food-bank. She hasn’t been eating much lately. I think she must be on a diet. We have to share a bathroom with three other lots of people which neither of us likes much. The boys in the room next door wee on the seat. We moved here just after Easter when the rent on our flat went up. Nan used to take care of me after school on the days that mum was at work but we live further away from her now. Mrs Barsar from the room across the corridor sometimes makes my tea. Mum says we are part of the hidden homeless. But we have a home, even if it’s not a very nice one, and everyone knows we live here so that doesn’t make any sense. Tomorrow we will probably go to church with nan to say a prayer for grandad. I’ve not met him either but mum says it’s not because he doesn’t want to see me but that’s he’s poorly and finds it difficult to be with people, even us. Nan doesn’t see him either and he is her husband. We don’t even know where he is. Grandad was in a war a lot of years ago and his ship was attacked. We learned about another war in school this week and wrote some poems about it. Mr Potts asked me to read mine out first. He said it was ‘fitting’ but I’m not sure what he meant by that. We made poppies out of red tissue paper, black wool and a safety pin. I wore mine all evening and asked mum why she didn’t have one. I was worried because when we walked home Beth’s mum said that everybody who loves our country and is patrotic – I think that was the word – wears one. Mum just snorted though and said that of course she loves the country and proves it when she pays her taxes, unlike some people. I don’t know what taxes have to do with anything.

Grown-ups are really weird. 

NB: Remember, Remember … - although stand alone, could be read as a sister piece to Poppy.

I also wrote a story in 2016. Here it is: 

Hold the Front Page: TIEGATE

'Not good enough, not good enough Frost. We need something catchier, more sensational. Our sales figures have been down recently and this is hardly going to improve them.' As he speaks the newspaper's editor in chief tosses aside the piece his junior colleague has been working on for two days. 

He continues, 'Celebrity break-ups and royal babies just don't do it anymore sadly. The great British public want more, demand more, these days. Having said that there seems to be quite a bit of attention for our latest piece on Brexit, Toberlone and Marmite. What else have you got, anything?'

'Yes, in fact I do.' Frost clears his throat nervously and continues. 'The new figures on child poverty and homelessness are out today and I've also got an idea for something about the human rights agenda and of course there's the recent NHS cuts and creeping privatisation story.' 

'No, no, too depressing and doesn't really portray the country in a good light now does it?' I know you're new Frost but I expected better. This doesn't really cut it in terms of your personal key performance indicators. Haven't you been to the company values induction session? I can get someone else to take over this assignment, if you're not up to it.'

'No chief no. I've got something else. The leader of the opposition has just made some really interesting comments about the US presidential election. I could easily put together a piece with some facts and figures to support his concerns and write something detailed on the Left's position on the similarities of some of the issues facing the UK and America and maybe something on how our 'special relationship' might be from now on.'

'For f*&k sake, are you serious? I really am losing patience now. The PM has already made a speech, everything's going to be fine, and even if it isn't our readers don't want to hear that. Surely it must be clear even to someone as stupid as you that we're not interested in what any of the opposition has to say. What do you think our job is; to educate people? Huh!' He laughs. 'If you'd got in first with a piece about the size of his poppy or his poorly tied tie. Now that would have been a little more acceptable. Look, I guess I'd better do the job for you. Just write something about the refugee issue, we haven't published anything on that for a few days. If you can't think for yourself just rework the usual. Be sure to emphasis the cost to the country and the taxpayer's purse and words such as surge, swarm and scrounger are always good for copy.' 

'But, but...' 

'No time for buts I'm busy and you've taken enough of my time. Just get on with it. It's the annual Children in Need fest next week so your next assignment can be something on that and the goodwill and generosity of the nation, blah, blah.'  


Thursday 31 October 2019

#WinWithLabour: Do You Wish?

NB: I’ve been very quiet blog wise recently, but much more active on Twitter. You can follow me on @gletherby 

Now campaigning for #GeneralElection2019 has started I plan to be busier here. Thanks for reading.

Jeremy Corbyn accompanied by his Shadow Cabinet launched the @UKLabour General Election Campaign. You can read the script here:

A key message: 

Here I add the narrative from a series of tweets I posted on the 28th (the day before the election was called) and the 29th October which demonstrate, I believe, how we will all #WinWithLabour (which has been trending on Twitter all day).

28th October 2019
Do you wish you could end homelessness?

Do you wish you could end child hunger?

Do you wish you could improve workers’ rights?

Do you wish you could ensure the future of our NHS?

Do you wish you could do something to help save the planet?

You CAN. Just #VoteLabour

Do you wish you could end hospital parking charges?

Do you wish you could reform the media?

Do you wish you could ensure better support for those with mental health needs?

Do you wish you could renationalise the railways & domestic utilities?

You CAN. Just #VoteLabour

Do you wish you could ensure that fat cat companies pay fair taxes?

Do you wish you could scrap Universal Credit?

Do you wish you could breathe new life into our high streets?

Do you wish you could end HE tuition fees and reinstate nurse bursaries?

You CAN. Just #VoteLabour

29th October 2019
Do you wish you could be sure the NHS was safe from Trump?

Do you wish you could have 4 more bank holidays?

Do you wish you could stop post office closures?

Do you wish you could give every child a fee school meal?

You CAN. Just #VoteLabour

Do you wish you could work a four day week?

Do you wish you could reverse legal aid?

Do you wish you could access a citizen journalism fund?

Do you wish you could stop Saudi Arabia Arms Exports?

You CAN. Just #VoteLabour

Do you wish there was a way to make your life a little more comfortable?

Do you wish there was a way to help those less fortunate than you?

Do you wish you could do something to ensure workers’ rights, human rights, animal rights? 

There IS. Just #VoteLabour2019 #GE19

Do you wish you could be entitled to free at the point of use education throughout your life?

Do you wish you could ensure more money for grassroots football?

Do you wish you and your loved ones could be sure of access to a National Care Service?

You CAN. Just #VoteLabour 

And a final tweet on the 29th written a little differently. 
Do you want a better today for you and your loved ones?

Do you wish for a better future for the next generations?

Do you hope for help for those less fortunate?

We CAN have it all. JUST #VoteLabour2019 #GeneralElection2019 #GE2019

I got the idea for my ‘Do you wish…’ etc. lists from the end of John McDonnell’s (Shadow Chancellor) speech at #Lab19 (Labour Party Conference 2019).

 We have this ONE chance of a truly transformative Socialist Government.
 We CAN make history.
 Everyone who donates time, money, energy to @UKLabour, everyone who #VotesLabour2019 is part of it.

 It’s time.
 It’s time for real change.


More soon #Solidarity

Oh and as it's the 31st of October