Prologue
Prologue
The media room was filling up nicely. Normally press conferences were attended by only the regional press, but today, things were different. Every national outlet seemed to be represented. A few had even brought television cameras. All of them were here for one man. And he was running late.
The mood among them was one of anticipation, but also of curiosity. They had been promised a ‘major political announcement’ from the Mayor’s office yesterday, but there was no consensus in the room as to what the story was going to be. Many had their own ideas, some backed up by a source, others just personal theories. Still, they knew enough to know that it would be worth hearing. As anyone vaguely familiar with British politics would know, Ken Livingstone was no stranger to drama or controversy.
Most thought that there would be some announcement regarding the mayoral election, which was now only fourth months away. Given the recent breakdown of talks with his old party, most thought that Livingstone would be announcing a second independent run. A few believed an impasse had been crossed, and he would announce that he would indeed be running on a Labour ticket. Fewer suggested he could throw the towel in, and say he wasn’t going to stand at all, blowing the race right open. Of course, it was possible that this had little to do with parties, and that he was announcing some new scheme to annoy the government. It wouldn’t be the first time ‘Red Ken’ had created mischief for a Prime Minister, and what with Iraq, and the rise in tuition fees that had been approved across the river just the other day, he had plenty of material to work with.
The speculation was cut short as the man himself entered the room, a full ten minutes late, and with a cheery smile on his face as he strode toward the podium that was positioned at the centre of the room, just in front of the floor to ceiling windows, which offered an iconic view of the Thames and its north bank. Journalists sat up in their seat, notepad and tape recorders at the ready. Ken Livingstone faced the room to speak.
“Good morning everybody, thank you for coming” he began, as the murmurs around the room gradually hushed.
“Over the past four years, I have had the pleasure to govern the greatest city in the world. In my first term as Mayor, I believe I am justified in saying that London has become a fairer, greener, and more tolerant city than any other in Britain. I look forward to the opportunity to build on these achievements by seeking a second term this June.”
“I had hoped that I would do so as the candidate for Labour, the party that I have proudly devoted so many years of my life too. However, recent events have made it clear to me that my hopes for this city cannot be delivered by standing for party that has ceased to be a vehicle for challenging the vested interests of the few for the good of the many. Instead, it lacks the courage to challenge a status quo that offers no answers to the people of this country and to the world.
“I am deeply sad to say these words, but Labour cannot be saved. It is clear to me that the people of London and throughout Britain need an alternative vehicle for change. One that offers a society based around the values of fairness, peace, and solidarity. That is why, today, I am officially announcing that I will seek the Mayoralty of London on a Respect Party ticket.”
The media room was filling up nicely. Normally press conferences were attended by only the regional press, but today, things were different. Every national outlet seemed to be represented. A few had even brought television cameras. All of them were here for one man. And he was running late.
The mood among them was one of anticipation, but also of curiosity. They had been promised a ‘major political announcement’ from the Mayor’s office yesterday, but there was no consensus in the room as to what the story was going to be. Many had their own ideas, some backed up by a source, others just personal theories. Still, they knew enough to know that it would be worth hearing. As anyone vaguely familiar with British politics would know, Ken Livingstone was no stranger to drama or controversy.
Most thought that there would be some announcement regarding the mayoral election, which was now only fourth months away. Given the recent breakdown of talks with his old party, most thought that Livingstone would be announcing a second independent run. A few believed an impasse had been crossed, and he would announce that he would indeed be running on a Labour ticket. Fewer suggested he could throw the towel in, and say he wasn’t going to stand at all, blowing the race right open. Of course, it was possible that this had little to do with parties, and that he was announcing some new scheme to annoy the government. It wouldn’t be the first time ‘Red Ken’ had created mischief for a Prime Minister, and what with Iraq, and the rise in tuition fees that had been approved across the river just the other day, he had plenty of material to work with.
The speculation was cut short as the man himself entered the room, a full ten minutes late, and with a cheery smile on his face as he strode toward the podium that was positioned at the centre of the room, just in front of the floor to ceiling windows, which offered an iconic view of the Thames and its north bank. Journalists sat up in their seat, notepad and tape recorders at the ready. Ken Livingstone faced the room to speak.
“Good morning everybody, thank you for coming” he began, as the murmurs around the room gradually hushed.
“Over the past four years, I have had the pleasure to govern the greatest city in the world. In my first term as Mayor, I believe I am justified in saying that London has become a fairer, greener, and more tolerant city than any other in Britain. I look forward to the opportunity to build on these achievements by seeking a second term this June.”
“I had hoped that I would do so as the candidate for Labour, the party that I have proudly devoted so many years of my life too. However, recent events have made it clear to me that my hopes for this city cannot be delivered by standing for party that has ceased to be a vehicle for challenging the vested interests of the few for the good of the many. Instead, it lacks the courage to challenge a status quo that offers no answers to the people of this country and to the world.
“I am deeply sad to say these words, but Labour cannot be saved. It is clear to me that the people of London and throughout Britain need an alternative vehicle for change. One that offers a society based around the values of fairness, peace, and solidarity. That is why, today, I am officially announcing that I will seek the Mayoralty of London on a Respect Party ticket.”