For decades, Labour took this area and its other heartlands for granted – while it flirted with Mondeo Man and Worcester Woman. It parachuted in its plastic professional politicians – just think of the way Tristram Hunt was airlifted into Stoke – and ignored the need to nurture local talent. Now in Wales and elsewhere, it is paying the price of decades of ingrained arrogance.
And it’s not that Mondeo Man stuff either. It’s that national Labour is every snowflake with a grievance screaming “Waaacist” at people. Tiger Bay does recall where Shirley Bassey came from and isn’t impressed with people who would debate whether a half caste girl is dark enough to win a Miss Black beauty contest. But there are people in London who took that seriously.
We might even put it as those voting fodder realising that they really are being offered dead donkeys to vote for.