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While the fog of confusion swirls as the Brexit deadline approaches, the capitalist establishment is in crisis. The need for Corbyn to take the fight to the capitalist class and their representatives - the Tories, Blairites and anti-worker politicians of every type - is urgent.
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In my early teen years, like many of my friends, I had almost no political bearing. Most of my information came from my parents' reluctant support for Tony Blair's New Labour.
By the time of the 2012 US elections, I'd developed my own basic stances, which largely boiled down to 'Labour and Democrats good, Tories and Republicans bad'. It wasn't a fully formed understanding, but it shifted me slightly from the 'centre' and got me sliding slowly left.
In the few years that followed, I started to 'find myself' a bit more. I explored aspects of sexuality and gender which opened my eyes, not just to the struggle of LGBTQ+ people, but all oppressed people.
I found online communities of like-minded people who helped me feel safe and secure in my newfound identity. I met people who were politically engaged, and from them I started to learn about what was going on in the world - the things that made me angry.
I learned how much of a constant struggle fights for rights are, how at every turn people in power who hate us will take every opportunity to push back on progress. I learned how unfairly wealth is controlled in our society - with a small handful of incomprehensibly rich people, who seldom have to lift a finger, propped up by borderline slave labour, especially in the neocolonial countries.
And I learned how some of the biggest oil companies in the world knew for longer than I've been alive that their actions were destroying the environment, but they suppressed the information and continued because it kept making them money.
It was here I realised that capitalism needed to go.
Learning this did not feel good. The world seemed to be getting worse, and I couldn't effect change. I was unable to vote yet, and I was constantly stuck in interminable online discussion which seemed to affect nothing. All I wanted was a way to get out and to try to make change.
Then, in 2018, I went to Newcastle Pride, and I saw the Socialist Party's stall - I didn't even know there was such a thing as a socialist party - and I put down my name. As soon as I got involved, I felt welcomed and valued, and like I could finally make a difference, no matter how small.
I will fight to make it happen. That is why I joined the Socialist Party.
I first wrote in to the Socialist on 18 November 2015. Nearly four years ago. I wrote about the terrible practices on building sites, and how Robert Tressell's classic socialist novel The Ragged-Trousered Philanthropists really resonated with me.
Nearly four years later, I found myself no longer a member of the Socialist Party.
I have had three children whose futures I am constantly worried about. I have moved numerous times, down to slum landlords whose properties are never fit for habitation yet charge extortionate rates. And I have watched disabled family members struggle under Tory cuts.
I am still a decorator and have been working nationwide. Everywhere I go is the same.
The same low quality standards to meet crazy targets to maximise profits for big business. The same disregard for health and safety as it is an inconvenience to quick progress on site.
The same dirty, dusty, mouldy, wet and cold working conditions. And the saddest of all, watching men aged 65-plus still forced into hard labour to make ends meet.
I have come to realise I can no longer bury my head and hope everything goes by me. The last few weeks' events in parliament have made me realise that more than ever I need to stand up and be counted.
I need to re-join the struggle and do what I can to help. It's time for me to join the Socialist Party again and stay for good this time, or I am forever to be a ragged-trousered philanthropist.