EVE OF DESTRUCTION

This was not an energising successful or optimistic campaign – the electorate are mainly and rightly scunnered. They watched parties spinning plates offering the most boring of promises – vote for me – I’m better than them. That’s been about it. That and the rewriting of history when some who can’t define a woman claim to have tirelessly defended women’s rights and others have clearly studied for a crash Higher in Biology since the weekend. 

Regardless of the outcome, the people lose. Last time around Labour gave us illegal wars, boom n bust, gold sales and pension raids. There was ATOS and the bedroom tax; they’ve confirmed the latter will remain as will the two child rape clause.

Worst of all perhaps is that SNP losses will lead to the usual headlines proclaiming the end of the dream; those of us in the vanguard of the movement will scoff, still standing as we will be, with stout hearts, steely determination and unquenchable belief in the people of Scotland. When the sma’ folk are empowered, Scotland will vote for independence. It could have been this time, had there been unity; bloody noses for some will ensure that united approach will follow. It will become more urgent than ever as Labour’s promises unravel as sure as night follows day.

Those of us who’ve seen more than one rodeo hold unshakeable beliefs in the spirit of the Scots – we will fight on, win, lose or draw tomorrow – what is important is to provide a cogent pathway to restoring our country’s independence, the choice of the majority – countless conversations, shouting matches and rants on the doorsteps and shopping centres of Scotland confirm this to be so.  Scotland needs leaders driven to extend the march of our nation towards that worthy goal and the day when we begin to realise the potential of our greatest resource, the people of Scotland. 

My abiding memories of this campaign will be the women in the High Street in Alloa one Saturday who were surprised to be asked their views, listened to and learning that their opinions mattered, and the two wee laddies on a scooter in Clackmannan tonight, one giving the other one a backie, singing to each other ‘Vote Eva.’ I think they were hoping for a scramble.

Thank you to everyone who donated, delivered a leaflet, posted a pic, shared a tweet. If you trust me with your vote, and I hope you have or will, I promise not to let you down. On that you have my word.