I want to live in a country (I want to live in a world) where everyone gets the healthcare they need, when they need it, and without paying for it at the point of need; where no one goes homeless, or hungry, because they can’t afford shelter or food; where access to education, from nursery school to university, is based on ability and inclination, not on parental income or inherited wealth; where no one gets forced into a job that will damage their health or may kill them, because they have no other choice if they want to work at all.
I want to live in a country (I want to live in a world) where everyone can work if they’re able to, where people who are currently out of work get the financial support they need to live and to find another job without being shamed for it, where people get paid a fair day’s wage for a fair day’s work, where no one gets forced into doing a job that’s ethically abhorrent to them, and where people who can’t work get the help and support they need to live ordinary, decent lives.
I want to live in a country (I want to live in a world) where we strive to be decent to each other: where discrimination on the grounds of gender, race, religious belief or lack of it, gender identity, sexual orientation, age, disability, or poverty, is just not tolerated – not legally, not socially, not by the customs and traditions of statutory bodies and social associations.
Why have I been a Labour voter?
Every three or four years, however, I have to reduce the complexities of belief down to a pinpoint decision to actually cast a vote for one party’s candidate or another. And mostly, I’ve voted Labour. Because for most of my life, Labour was the party that seemed to best express, in an imperfect world, what I wanted to vote for.