The drama in the Labor Party, with Jeremy Corbyn clinging by his nails and teeth to the leadership in spite of the fact that, by now, all his deputies have turned their shoulders to him, is tearing the organization apart to the point that secession should not be excluded. But Thursday did not yield the kind of surprises we’ve grown accustomed to this week.
Maria Eagle, the Brown-era shadow minister of commerce and one of the first fissures in the Corbyn dam — her pitiful resignation was one of the saga’s dramatic peaks — was expected to announce her candidacy as party leader, but didn’t do it, hoping that the latest defections (we’re no longer counting them) from the embattled secretary would induce him to throw in the towel.
The unions are still supporting him for now, but we don’t know for how long. The more Corbyn desperately resists, the more the rebel Labour Party deputies — who arrived in Westminster before he was elected as leader and, afraid of losing their place in case of anticipated elections — are trembling.
They stab each other in the same way on the conservative side, but in a more discrete way. Faced with the prospect of coming to power, friendships dissolve. But the Tory sauce of succession is made by mixing two parts Machiavelli, two parts Shakespeare and a pinch of Cesare Borgia, without the blood of course. And from whom could they have expected so many emotions, if none other than the national Boris?