The Tooting Primary

In my line of work, we always talk about that quintessential problem of getting Joe Public out to some community event on wet Tuesday evening. Well, tonight is the proverbial wet Tuesday (it’s a slow steady cool rain), and I’ve just come back from a packed hall where both party members and unaffiliated local residents selected the next Conservative parliamentary candidate for Tooting.

We had two local candidates running – one is a councillor for a ward on the other side of the borough but who lives close by (Lucy Allan) and the other was Melanie Hampton – a woman who ran for councillor in Wandsworth’s toughest seat for Tories – and well, lost. But other constituencies out there take note, she’s a hard working campaigner – the never say die type – she doubled the Conservative vote and she’s fun as hell to work with.

The third candidate was a young outsider – with some, but not recent, connections to the borough and Tooting Constituency – Mark Clarke.

Mark Clarke won. Melanie was also good, but Mark was a star on the night. Mark talked about all the reasons that you’d want to be a Conservative – giving people a hand up, equality under the law, valuing people’s choices – including how they want to spend their money. He was funny and bright. I think he’s got his finger on the pulse of this constituency and that he’ll work hard to get to know it inside and out. And I think he’s got a chance to win in this tough, tough seat.

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Being a policy wonkish type, I have to say a little bit about the process. I’m a big fan of getting people together in a big old assembly hall and thrashing out who’s going to be the nominee. The caucus system. I experienced my first Democratic caucus here in London (I gave up my vote in the Tennessee presidential primary to do so) – and it was fabulous. People were talking politics with one another and good-naturedly screaming and shouting and selecting delegates and it was great – and I left that caucus so fired up.

I did not think that the way the Conservative Party HQ was mandating open primaries to select constituency candidates was going to have quite the same effect. And it didn’t – but the British are a reserved bunch – so they don’t look to be fired up – they want to feel confident, perhaps enthused. And I think this open primary process helped to do that. We’ll see how people are feeling later, but the buzz in the hall was good. The Vol-in-Law (who also participated in some of the earlier whittling down of prospective candidates) was feeling pretty enthusiastic.

The open primary works very differently from a Democratic caucus. For one thing, to be able to vote in caucus you have to be a member of the party and you have to be able to vote. I am a member of the Conservative party (but I didn’t have to be) – and I’m not a British citizen, so I can’t vote in a general election. But still I was able to vote in this process. I wasn’t sure I should have been allowed to and I certainly wasn’t sure that people who weren’t Conservative party members should have been allowed to vote, but actually I think it worked out for the best – at least here in Tooting.

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The open primary was held at the White Eagle Polish club in Tooting. The have a large narrow hall with a well used dance floor – it was a good choice of venue. Except – of course – the place is decked out in the red and white colors of the Polish flag – but also made the candidates look like they were up on some Labour platform, at least in my photos.

Mark Clarke
Mark Clarke, the winner tonight

Lucy Allan
Lucy Allan

Melanie Hampton
Melanie Hampton, a tough campaigner

The photos are a bit off because I used the high ISO function and not flash from the audience.

Hey at least it wasn’t Tennessee

Top Gear is a British auto show. Un-PC, irreverent and with a host – Jeremy Clarkson – who at best might be described as curmudgeonly anti-America. It’s probably the top auto show on British tv. And it’s kinda funny.

Recently the Top Gear lads went to Alabama. Just for the heck of it, they painted slogans like “Country and Western is Rubbish” and “I’m Bi” on each other’s cars and then drove around to see what would happen.

They don’t get the warmest of welcomes at one small town gas station. (You know things are bad when a town’s own resident calls his home a “hick town” – and when the gas station owner says “I’m callin’ the boys!”) Cripes.

Jeremy Clarkson finishes the piece with “I’m doing something I thought I’d never do; make a run for the border.”

He didn’t say which way he was headed. Perhaps he was about enter the Greenest State in the Land of the Free.

Watch the hijinks ensue (via YouTube)…

Hat tip to fellow Southerner and American expat Kathy at What Do I know?

It was all probably just a cultural misunderstanding. Sweet Home Alabama is actually one of the most welcoming states. (Don’t let those bullet holes in the “Welcome to Alabama!” sign fool you. Most people keep their guns on safety there.)

Truthfully though, you don’t tug on superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind, and you don’t mess around with cultural iconography… Jeremy might think it’s cool to poke fun, but I’d like to see him do something similar in the nastier neighbourhoods of Glasgow wearing the wrong color football strip, or why doesn’t he go to certain neighbourhoods of Birmingham still reeling from recent terror arrests with a car painted up with “The Prophet was a pedophile”.