We have seen and heard some strange things from Jeremy Corbyn’s Labour party. The shadow chancellor flaunting Mao’s Little Red Book in the House of Commons. Corbyn himself quoting Albanian dictator Enver Hoxha. But the image on Corbyn’s Christmas card is surely the most worrying sign yet that the leader of Her Majesty’s Opposition is a clear and present threat to national security.
It’s cleverly done. At first sight, this is just a snowy scene with a bicycle in it. There’s a telephone box giving a flash of red in the bleak midwinter. But think about it – and take a look at the actual weather outside your window today. Britain (at least the bit where Jeremy lives) hasn’t had a white Christmas in years. So what is the snow on this card really saying?
There is one place that always has a white Christmas – and that place is Russia. For Corbyn and his inner circle, the snow in this picture is a knowing, cynical joke about the men who will soon be here at his behest to turn our free land into a place as icy, cold and monotonous as this “seasonal” scene. Soldiers with snow on their boots. Red phone box? Red army more like.
Well, that would be one way of interpreting Corbyn’s Christmas card – and it would be very much in line with the accusations that started as soon as he was elected leader of Labour – that Corbyn is a dangerous far-left extremist. Perhaps he is. But those attacks are missing him like badly thrown snowballs that splutter pointlessly, and leave Jeremy Corbyn looking warm and cosy in his Father Christmas suit.
What is it about Santa and socialism? The Spectator’s Christmas issue has a cover with bearded Karl Marx as Father Christmas, giving presents to Corbyn and John McDonnell. Corbyn himself, with a beard that has some way to go to match Marx’s, apparently likes to put on a red hat and share some ho, ho, ho – or at least some seasonal social consciousness. He was recently photographed in a Santa hat collecting money for Syrian refugees, and archive BBC footage has resurfaced, in which he went full Santa to hand out mince pies on Daily Politics.
the reason Corbyn loves Christmas is that The Red Flag, which he sings much more keenly than the National Anthem, has the same tune as the German carol O Tannenbaum. Or is it that Christmas is a secret socialist festival? Charles Dickens thought it was a time to care for your fellow humans. Scrooge starts as a capitalist and becomes a socialist. But there’s another reason besides Dickensian/ Marxian generosity of heart for Jeremy Corbyn to celebrate Christmas with gusto this year, and this is the true meaning of the image on his card.
It is a nice piece of faux modesty, this picture of a bicycle in the snow. It is humble, ordinary and unassuming. The snow is all around, deep and crisp and even, and there in the middle of it is a bike. Whose bike? Do you need to ask?
You know you are famous when you can be recognised by a prop. To bring Dickens into this again – well, it’s Christmas – the Victorian artist Sir Samuel Luke Fildes mourned the great writer after his death with a picture of his deserted study called The Empty Chair. This card portrays The Empty Bicycle. So cold it would freeze its owner’s arse, it’s going to have to stay there. This is one day Corbyn might go to work by car.
What is it about Santa and socialism? The Spectator’s Christmas issue has a cover with Marx as Father Christmas
This card assumes that everyone who sees it will read Corbyn’s character and that of his Labour party from a few simple visual suggestions. There is the bicycle, a symbol of old-fashioned values, a green conscience, and everything that New Labour loathed. And just to celebrate the return of old Labour even more emphatically, there is a traditional telephone box. It is red, it is old school – and it is British. Just like the Corbyn Labour party, we are being told.
Obviously, what it does not suggest at all is anything about the future or how to get there. Corbyn’s Labour is a bike stuck in the snow. That’s how his supporters like it. This picture is a Labour nostalgist’s comfort zone made visible. It may be snowy, and time may have come to a standstill, but by god, it’s real and solid and rooted in the great past of this party of ours. As nostalgic as a payphone (does anybody miss those?).
Oh, don’t mock. Really don’t. While out shopping for Christmas presents I found the Corbyn colouring book. The man is famous with people who don’t care about politics. This card may be ridiculously cosy in its complacent socialist nostalgia, but the most annoying thing about it is also the most telling: its winking allusion to the personality of Jeremy Corbyn himself.
Every attack on Corbyn makes him more famous, and ours is a celebrity age. His supporters are right to hold on to that. Don’t the Conservative party and Tristram Hunt know there’s no such thing as bad publicity? The Oldham byelection proved it. The trouble is, most people don’t pay much attention to politics. What actually gets through to the non-political from all this endless denunciation of Corbyn is just a beard and a name. He’s unelectable? Yeah, but he looks kind. A bit like Father Christmas.