And then there will be awareness that trying to do anything to change this will mean giving up every Tuesday evening to meetings, and every other Thursday as well to the resolution drafting sub-committee you daftly agreed to serve on, plus Sundays at last once a month for a local general assembly where your carefully clause construction is torn apart by those who never bothered arriving on Thursday’s although they always said they would.
After which the decimated motion, that now looks nothing like the sentiment you were so sure everyone had apparently agreed upon in advance, is sent to regional conference, to which you must give up a weekend every three months, after which it, along with fourteen other broadly similar mashed-up motions is passed to a composite committee, none of whose members you have heard of and you aren’t to sure about because no-one can be quite sure who nominated them, who then send it to annual conference, where the process is restarted and the only bit left that you can recognise at the end of the day is the statement that ‘Conference agrees’ and the fact that the clauses are still in numerical order. Worse, the debate at Conference is then guillotined because the first morning session over-ran and so discussion is reduced to just 30 minutes after which conference does indeed agree, but to refer it back for further consideration. In the meantime the leadership feels free to say what it wants, and has to, because the world cannot wait for the report back to take place.
Yes I know this sounds horribly cynical but this is the real world of bottom up politics, which Labour has actually had in something like this form for decades.
And Ritchie insists that this process should rule ever more of our lives…..