The cause endures
Well. I’ve been in the SNP for 40 years.
I’ve been kicked out for being a leftie, and invited back in for being a leftie. I’ve been branch and constituency secretary, the guy who screen printed the posters, and the mug who hollered through the mike in the loudspeaker car. I’ve stuffed envelopes and folded leaflets; I’ve climbed 20 storeys of high rise flats and been chased across gardens by big dugs; I’ve been up lamposts, over walls, and under fences. I’ve had sulks when I disagreed with party policy and even flounced off in the huff a couple of times. I’ve canvassed cities, towns and villages, been called a Papist, a Hun, a fascist, and a commie; accused of being an English ba**ard and a Jock whinger, a traitor to the working class and a Marxist agitator.
I’ve seen us just save our deposit and seen us hurtle to fantastic victories. I’ve known wonderful, caring, intelligent and visionary folk who gave their all so that Scots people could have their own country back.
I’ve laughed, wept, cursed, ached and sung. I’ve known hope and despair, strength and fatigue. I’ve wondered at the mindset of opponents and disregarded their sneers, I’ve sought to respect all and listen to information; I’ve looked to consensus, agreement, and people before party.
I’ve worked to end the international isolation of Scotland and give it a voice in the world – so it can operate as a country rather than 8% of a State.
However, I’ve never been as proud of the Scottish National Party as I am today. Alex’s going, the consideration of his achievements, is emotional, but even more powerful is the line up of politicians, especially the new generation, who are head and shoulders above any other party’s representatives in Scotland today.
Bring it on!