Kathleen Stock and cancel culture
Recently, Kathleen Stock, a professor at the University of Sussex, stepped down from her post after a disgusting bullying campaign by far-left woke students who subjected her to a vicious campaign of harassment for weeks. She is the latest victim of ‘cancel culture’. I cringe to think that had I remained in the IMT, and had I been faced with a similar situation at my university, I may have been involved in such a shameful act. I will say that during the strikes that occurred during my first year at university, there was some talk of picketing the offices of staff who refused to strike and writing ‘scab’ on their windows, etc. I was uncomfortable about this. My instinctive deference to authority figures and respect for those who were older, smarter or more accomplished than I clashed with my newfound revolutionary enthusiasm. The two could not be reconciled. In the end, my conservatism prevailed and I ditched the sect soon after.
In the video below, David Starkey provides a brilliant explanation of the disgusting scenes we witnessed at Sussex:
These holier-than-thou woke scoundrels will stop at nothing to get their way. Now, they have succeed in bullying a teacher out of her role. Tomorrow, it will move to physical violence. It is disgusting that our so-called ‘conservative’ government is not doing the conservative thing by protecting university professors from the mob. All this has only confirmed for me my loathing of leftism and strengthened my conservative views.
An old comrade
Which brings me to something that happened to me the other day. On my way home from my part-time retail job, I bumped into an old comrade from my branch in the IMT. He explained that I ‘just disappeared’ and the reasons for my departure never explained to the membership. I was effectively ‘cancelled’ by old friends and comrades. I was dead to this organisation. All this shows that I was worth less than dirt to them. It only makes me gladder I left this cult. In no normal organisation would a prominent member, well-respected and long-standing, leave and his disappearance be completely unremarked upon. This is deeply unpleasant and frankly subhuman behaviour, but it was no surprise to me, knowing as I do the nature of these organisations. My old comrade was shocked and saddened that I was no longer even a socialist and had left the Labour Party. He abruptly broke off our conversation and went home, no doubt confused and unsettled at what had happened to me in the year and a half since my defection. I do hope he finds his way out of the cult.