There’s an inherent danger in overlooking the intricacies of society. To apply all-encompassing brackets of existence to a population is to venture into unstable waters. Yet it’s a destination we’re careering towards: red, white and blue sails tearing apart in the headwinds. There is no hauler and fishing net capable of dragging along the diversities of the UK. Not one capable of half that, never mind 51.9 per cent. More than half will slip through the net, happily.
When Theresa May took to addressing the nation in late March, she did so in the hope of outlining an extension to Brexit was the fault of MPs and MPs alone. “I’m on your side,” she croaked. It was a remarkable power move. It was an attempt to disregard the rest of the chess board and sweep the queen to an opposing side where it would declare itself a new colour. Where it would become one of the people; this singular, homogenous species, free of difference, free of contrasting cultures, free of multi-ethnicity, free of its own individual will. The opposing side, our side, the people’s, in a world where there can only be two sides to any difference. Here, May looked beyond the intricacies and idiosyncrasies of our cities. Those, like in Liverpool, that we define ourselves upon. The brackets of subculture we joyously slip between to find the like-minded and those perfectly different.
As you can imagine, it was foolhardy to box up the nation, and a complete failure for a flagging Theresa May. No nation is resistant to populism, and Britain bears its scars from populism of both left and right-wing strains. However, to opt for such a brazen switch to anti-establishment tactics was clouded and callous. Contrary to ever present soundbites, there is not a defined ‘people’. They don’t have a singular will, either. To use such a phrase colours the speaker in one defined colour, and more so the subjects they wish appeal to. Desperate. Desperate for control, with the centre-right populist playbook under the thumb. The yawning reaction to this calculated switch was one tiny glimmer of hope in the otherwise D-rate drama, now given an extended run beyond its original 1,000-day slog since June 2016.
Applying unnecessary brackets to the politicised population isn’t the only sphere where intricacies are often overlooked. This month’s cover star, XamVolo, will attest to the boredom of being bracketed and made to carry the weight of genre tags on young shoulders. Often outlined as a neo-soul singer, he enlightens us to the nuances we all too often look beyond, the limitations of naming exercises that reduce the expansive reaches of his craft into one, singular bitesize form. In contrast, MC Nelson outlines to Niloo Sharifi the changing perceptions and societal tags he’s confronted since moving from Liverpool to London and now Rotterdam. Entering into the world of City Of Liverpool FC, as Christopher Torpey did, uncovers a co-existence between working-class culture, community and ambition. An intricate make-up not solely hinged on the 11 purple shirts that take to the pitch each week, although their team’s ascent is worthy of your attention.
Existence is shared experience, but it is uniquely interpreted by every mind subscribed to its continuum. An appreciation for the intricacies of being and culture is the best roadmap to an understanding of the population. Just leave the bracketing to the failing politicians.