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From: | Harriot Chen |
Subject: | direct object subjugate |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 11:21:57 +0100 |
How are they to tell the difference between any
cheapJack and Solomon or Moses? I know all about it: youknow nothing about it. And
you think that in the streets you will win? If Iasked my men to do my job theyd
chuck me overboard; and serve mejolly well right!
It was Aloysia and not I who let the cat out of the
bag. This program is not a matter oftoday or tomorrow.
I calculate that at the very least it will
takefifty years to get it through. They are sick of me and sick ofyou and sick of
the whole lot of us. They thinkthere must be a catch in it somewhere. Take care
Ihave no objection to your calling yourself a revolutionarySocialist: they all do
that. No: there is no class war: the working class ishopelessly divided against
itself. History teaches us that: thehistory you never read.
My dear Mr Mayor, what is the right to
strike?
And I tell you, Dexy, if youtry any colored shirt
hooliganism on me, Ill back the P.
Keep all the soft jobs for your lot and the
hardones for us. What girl in her classwouldnt foot the bill if she had a duke to
walk out with? If Sir Arthurcarries his point theyll shed it for land
nationalization.
The proof of the pudding will be inthe eating. That
bit of history is repeating itselftoday. About town, as you mightsay, though weve
never been introduced.
You are young, beautiful, and probablyopulent. Do
you think you cangovern in this country without the consent of the English
people?
Its easy to sit here and think ofexterminating your
opponents. It iswritten in blood and tears on the pages of working class history.
Theyvebeen doing it themselves all their lives. I just came in to tell you not to
mind thatparliamentary lot.
There is a frightful unexpectedness about these
people.
What can you do that I cannot do if youdrive me to
it: tell me that.
Have you ever heard of the Domesday clearances? The
Navy embraces it withthe sturdy arms of Sir Bemrose Hotspot.
I been listening on the quiet asyou might say. They
are sick of me and sick ofyou and sick of the whole lot of us. No good evercomes of
arguing with college men. They want to hang people who burngood food when people are
going hungry.
Sorry I can be of no use to you, my dear Arthur.
You would never have got rid of him, Arthur, if I hadntmade that move.
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