Lynch, Secretary General of the RMT Associationhas swept the floor with both politicians and posted journalists as he defends this week’s strike from railway workers – and explains, with saint-like levels of patience, why it is necessary.
As for the media round; he came, he saw, he prevailed. Watch a series of festive memes starring Mick Lynch as Chuck Norris and videos of him “body” tories. His Wikipedia post was changed to read: “He holds the record for most donkeys handed out during his media appearances on June 21, 2022.”
Actor Hugh Laurie tweeted: “I do not know enough about the railway conflict. I only observe that RMT’s Mick Lynch cleaned up every single media picador who tried his luck today. “
An unshakable presence, Lynch is just not phased by “nonsense,” as Tory MP Jonathan Gullis try to find out that RMT and strikers do not care about veterans, or that they should apologize to doctors and nurses. One can smell the desperation, and in a way I feel with Gullis, MP for Stoke-on-Trent North, because it all seems so transparent to me.
Quickly! Bring out our beloved NHS (where nurses are forced to use food banks, but do not mention the bit) and the brave armed forces! It will get Joe Public into battle against people who have the courage to use their bargaining power after negotiations failed in a raging tornado islandget cost of living crisis!
Mick Lynch does not go into any of that. He manages to make it pretty clear that his tolerance for bull **** is low, but he only gets excited when he really has to. He delivers his points with clarity and enough passion to become one socialist pin-upbut without being accused of hysteria or being, you know, also revolutionary. It also helps that he – in my opinion – is on the right side of the argument.
Next to Lynch, Keir Starmer looks like a cardboard man. Gray and mentally retarded, he seems more concerned about what the Tories can say than that he actually stands up for working people – those he is to serve.
He is the politician whose leadership manifesto, the platform with 10 promises on which he ran for office included “strengthening workers’ rights and trade unions.”
If anyone needs a refresher, it reads: “Work shoulder to shoulder with unions to stand up for working people, tackle precarious work and low wages. Repeal the trade union law. Oppose Tory attacks on the right to intervene and weaken rights in the workplace. “
Funny then that he has openly refused to back up the rail strikes and banned his frontbench from the strike.
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Mick Lynch’s refusal to apologize for having done his job – fights for the fair remuneration that railway staff deserve every works deserves, while Starmer essentially neglects its – is a sharp reminder of the deep and persistent disappointment the last few years have been under his leadership.
It seems to me that since Starmer first began to show that he did not intend to fulfill the promises he made to be elected by party members, he has drawn the Corbyn project – and abandoned the common sense, left-wing principles that maybe just make this country work for more people than a handful of wealthy elites – hope has been a dangerously scarce commodity.
Analysis of Google’s search data shows that searches for “join union” exploded 184 percent in the UK per. 22nd of June. This is the highest level in over a year, according to recruitment experts Workello. This means that workers take care of their rights and back themselves up. The message seems to be: if we do not do it, no one will do it for us – not this government and certainly not the current Labor leadership.
Mick Lynch is fast becoming a national treasure. The iconic moment when he walked up to the Labor front bench, Baroness Chapman, and told her “I do not even know who you are” was social media gold. Maybe it’s because we’ve been so incredibly starved of a dynamic left-wing Labor in the last few years, but to me Lynch feels like an icy draft of water hitting the dried-out throats of people lost in a desert.