Cor­byn: re­luc­tant hero or self­ish schemer rel­ish­ing taste of power?

The Daily Telegraph - - Bri­tain Out - By Rosa Prince Rosa Prince is the au­thor of Com­rade Cor­byn

He por­trays him­self as a re­luc­tant hero – but noth­ing could be fur­ther from the truth. For 50 years, Jeremy Cor­byn has schemed and plot­ted to get ahead in pol­i­tics, driven to im­pose the far-Left views he first em­braced as a teenager on a coun­try he has never quite felt at home in.

To­day, aged 67, like a child tear­fully clutch­ing his foot­ball long af­ter the other kids have gone home, he clings to the lead­er­ship with an iron grip that be­lies the myth he was loathe to serve.

And it is in the par­tic­u­lar cir­cum­stances of his child­hood where an ex­pla­na­tion can be found for his stub­born re­fusal to step aside even as his shadow cabi­net desert him one by one.

Raised in ru­ral Shropshire by Leftlean­ing Bo­hemi­ans, Mr Cor­byn, grew up alien­ated from his Tory neigh­bours and de­test­ing his rule-ob­sessed gram­mar school.

By 16, when he joined the Labour Party, he was an an­gry young man and so­cial­ism seemed to pro­vide an­swers to his dis­af­fec­tion. His po­lit­i­cal jour­ney was com­plete by his early 20s, when he moved to north Lon­don, at the time the epi­cen­tre of ex­treme Leftism. There were marches, ral­lies, sit-ins, protests. Fi­nally, Cor­byn fit­ted in. Through­out the 1970s, he ag­i­tated and schemed for a far-Left, Ben­nite takeover of his party, sac­ri­fic­ing his wak­ing hours (and two mar­riages) to the cause. No mat­ter if his world view was on the far mar­gins. No mat­ter, in­deed, if the party split, as it did so dis­as­trously in 1983.

But then, as one Labour MP said re­cently: “Jeremy never un­der­stood that Labour owes more to Method­ism than Marx­ism.”

Once in Par­lia­ment, Mr Cor­byn con­tin­ued to put the in­ter­ests of his tiny fac­tion above that of his party, wag­ing a vir­tual one-man war against his own lead­er­ship.

Just as he had re­fused to serve in his school cadet force, he sim­ply did not view pol­i­tics as a team sport. Hav­ing never played by the rules, and fail­ing to recog­nise a higher duty to party, he must have been baf­fled by David Cameron’s honourable de­ci­sion to re­sign. To Cor­byn, “do­ing the de­cent thing” is anath­ema.

In the 10 months since he came to power, many have com­mented on how clearly “Com­rade Cor­byn” en­joys the job he at­tested not to want.

Holed up in the bunker, his acolytes will to­day be urg­ing him to ig­nore the pleas to stand aside for the good of party and coun­try.

For the sake of the cause he must stay on, they will tell him. And he will mod­estly agree.

For the sake of the cause he must stay on, his acolytes will tell him. And he will mod­estly agree.

Jeremy Cor­byn at­tended Adams’ Gram­mar School in Shropshire

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