The Obscurer

Category: Politics

Rage On Omnipotent

Efraim Halevy, the former head of Mossad, the Israeli intelligence agency, has written a book about his experiences entitled Man In The Shadows. The Economist reviewed the book in their latest edition, in which they claim that Halevy

has a hawkish attitude to the war on terrorism, which he characterises as a third world war. He argues that Western governments should exploit the short period of shock that follows terrorist outrages to ram through the draconian policies the public refuses to accept in between attacks.

He argues that they should? Where has he been? What has he been up to for the last few years? More pertinently, just what does he think Western governments have been up to? Shouldn’t that read “he supports Western governments when they have exploited terrorist outrages”? It is like me arguing that water companies should impose hosepipe bans to cope with the lack of ground water caused by recent dry winters.

Incidentally, it has been raining up here, off and on, for the past fortnight or so.

Against The Norm

Justin, at Chicken Yoghurt, suggested that buying yesterday’s Independent would be the finest 70p I ever spent, just for this article by Matthew Norman. Well, I went the whole quid and bought it online (then saved it to a word document if you want me to email you a copy) and I was certainly not disappointed.

Ah, but; I wasn’t disappointed because I have long been puzzled by Matthew Norman’s continued employment in the media; I find him a wearisome and spiteful writer whose main claim to fame is to have slagged off The Fast Show when reviewing its first episode, so his judgement is certainly suspect. The reason why Justin should rate Norman, a writer who is his inferior by a good long way, eludes me; but each to their own.

Anyway, Norman’s article takes Charles Clarke as its subject, and I have two points to make. First, there is Norman’s description of Clarke; he says that

the only vaguely fitting word I can find for this poisonous, puffed up, jug-eared gargoyle apology for a democratic politician is the one word we are not allowed to use even in so grown-up a newspaper unless it comes wrapped in sanitising quotation marks.

Er, stunning. Now I cannot abide Charles Clarke, he is one of my least favourite politicians, which is saying something, and he deserves a good going over; but I think resorting to such puerile and personal insults is utterly pathetic. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not thinking of Clarke when I say this, I really don’t care if he bursts into self-pitying tears while reading the article; I just find it childish, and fully in keeping with the Matthew Norman canon. I may sound po-faced – and probably hypocritical – in saying this, but there you go; perhaps you should just call me Victor Mature (as in the old Viz character, not the actor).

But the second, more important point, is that I wasn’t impressed with the article because its main subject matter is covered far better elsewhere. Norman tells the story of

Canon Phillip McFadyen, parish priest and father of a daughter, Rachel, who miraculously survived the King’s Cross explosion on 7 July last year with minor injuries, despite being a few feet from the bomb when it detonated.

At a meeting of clergy at the cathedral a fortnight ago, Mr Clarke was the guest. Generally at such meetings, a half hour is set aside for debate, but at this carefully managed event Canon McFadyen couldn’t ask the question he had promised Rachel he’d put to him: why does the Government refuse a public inquiry into the Tube and bus bombings?

He wrote to Mr Clarke on the matter last year, without the courtesy of a reply, so when the meeting ended he approached his constituency MP and asked it. If the canon was slightly agitated at the time, most of us would excuse this in the circumstances. Mr Clarke isn’t most of us, and but for the fact that he has since issued the ritual blithe apology, his response would stretch the credibility even of connoisseurs of the monomaniacal arrogance and sheer bloody malevolence of New Labour ministers. He stared at the canon in what the latter described as “a very nasty way”, yelled “Get away from me, I will not be insulted by you. This is an insult”, and stormed off past him, leaving the cleric close to tears and too distressed to take part in the Eucharist.

Well okay; in fairness you can see where Matthew Norman’s indignation comes from for his anti-Clarke diatribe; but where can you read this story better? Well, all across the (ugh!) blogosphere for a start which featured this story weeks ago, including the aforementioned Rachel’s own blog, where again as a writer she is streets ahead of Matthew Norman. Now I don’t know what the source was for Norman’s article, but what I find interesting is that this seems to be one of those rare occasions when the mainstream media has taken its lead from a blog, rather than the other way round. And it’s not just the Independent; The Sun also mentioned the story in this editorial attacking Clarke (although in criticising Clarke because “we pay the price for his tolerance”, my italics, they don’t seem vexed by the same civil liberties issues that trouble many bloggers). That the media have picked up on a story from a blog appears to have been missed in the adulation some have heaped upon Matthew Norman’s article.

For a long time bloggers have had a largely one-way relationship with the media; the newspapers print it, and the bloggers either praise or slate it. Perhaps this incident indicates how this pattern is changing, with The Guardian’s Comment Is Free project, a place where journalists and bloggers (including Justin) mingle freely, as another example. It is a shame, though, that when a newspaper commentator does cover a story inspired by a blog, the result is an article that mimics the type of posts written by the sort bloggers who I usually try and avoid.

Emperor's New Clothes

In a different time and place, when Sir Menzies Campbell was young and so was I, I was involved in student politics for a while. I was a member of what we now call the Liberal Democrats, although I think the party went through several name changes during my involvement with them.

At that time every student organisation was guaranteed a visit each year from one of the smattering of MP’s the party then had. One year our visit was from Charles Kennedy and a very pleasant chap he was too; my abiding memory was discussing Pink Floyd and The Green Party over a pint in Bradford University’s Biko Bar; an association I doubt he would thank me for.

During that time there was a kind of running joke amongst us Lib Dem student activist; whatever else you wanted, you didn’t want your precious MP’s visit to be from Menzies Campbell. In a political party often lacking charisma Campbell took the biscuit.

And so to today, and the one MP you wanted to avoid at all costs has become the leader of the party, but my opinion of Ming hasn’t changed over the intervening years. Where some see an elder statesman, a safe pair of hands, gravitas, I can only see an ineffective and ineffectual bumbler, a lacklustre mediocrity. He may be an expert on foreign affairs, but if so it is a talent he keeps well hidden.

Ming’s age has nothing to do with this; as I have explained my opinion of him was formed many years ago and nothing he has done since has changed it. If anything I think his age has benefited his reputation; it can only be because of his advanced years that he is seen by some as a respected sage, a wise old head. It certainly cannot be down to his mundane performances in parliament and across the media.

Some may say that he is a welcome antidote to the slick emptiness of Blair and Cameron, but if so he is about as refreshing as a dose of cod liver oil. Hopefully British politics can manage to get well again on its own; I think my interest in the subject is going into retirement.

Fishing For Fascists

Whilst I applauded when the government was defeated in parliament over the law on inciting religious hatred, the failure to convict the BNP’s Nick Griffin and Mark Collett for the existing crime of inciting racial hatred shows how difficult these things are to enforce in the first instance, and that concerns over the bills’ implications for freedom of speech, while genuine, may not be as strong as suspected. If you can’t convict BNP leaders for being racists then these laws seem as pointless as they are wrongheaded.

But perhaps the worst thing about these laws, as I argued over a year ago, is that they are counterproductive; that they give the BNP and their ilk the opportunity to cloak themselves in respectability. This court case has allowed the BNP to stand proud as bold advocates of free speech, as the agents of liberty, as the persecuted purveyors of truth.

It is not just that I think free speech should extend to the BNP for its own sake, though, just because I believe in free speech as a principle; I personally think that Nick Griffin and his associates should be in the media far more often than they currently are. Rather than trying (and failing) to use the law as a sledgehammer to protect the public from the BNP, we should be putting Griffin on TV and radio daily to show him for what he is; the man is a fool. For example, when interviewed on FiveLive by Peter Allen the other day, Griffin said that race relations in this country were leading to a future Bosnia, indeed that just prior to the war in Bosnia that country “was probably in some ways less unstable than parts of Europe and parts of Britain are now”. When Allen said “so you’re seriously saying, and you are the leader of the party, that the BNP believes that this country is in danger of civil war” Griffin sort of paused and had to check himself, aware how melodramatic such a statement would sound to the majority of the public. He then admitted that there was no immediate danger and that we probably had a good 30 years to prepare for becoming an Islamic republic.

The problem is that such debates with the BNP are rare; too often their statements and complaints go unchallenged and unanswered by the media and mainstream politicians, their pronouncements exist in an echo chamber. When the media do cover the BNP, rather than tackle the details of what they actually say the media are often more interested in challenging the morality of what the BNP stands for; as such they make it easy for the BNP to present itself as a defender of freedoms cowed by a liberal establishment.

With news programmes last night showing the BNP as the epitome of free speech, juxtaposed with pictures of Muslims around the world protesting about the re-publication of a crap cartoon (which has allowed some to dust off their Islamophobia; as if believers in other religions never overreact) some people are likely to become quite confused; and the confused, I imagine, form a large part of the BNP’s constituency. If we allow the BNP to have their say then we strip them of their image as free speech martyrs and simultaneously allow their statements to be fully scrutinised and challenged which rarely happen now; in effect we give them enough rope. Allow them the oxygen of publicity and with luck they will be left flapping about helplessly like fish on the shore.

The Hollow Men

In between criticising the mainstream media, many bloggers admit that given the chance they would like to be columnists on a broadsheet newspaper (that is, if the term hasn’t yet lost its meaning in this age of “compacts” and “berliners”). Some, however, seem to be setting their sights a little lower while the rest of us are looking at the stars.

A case in point being the recent actions of Guido Fawkes and Recess Monkey. Last week they apparently published a podcast of their dried voices discussing political gossip. When Mark Oaten subsequently resigned from the Lib Dem’s leadership race, and then from the party’s front bench due to tabloid allegations, Guido for one gleefully claimed the credit announcing that “Its the pod what did it”; although surely that should read “it’s the ‘cast what did it”? Either way, although I have been aware of Guido’s blog for a while I’ve never really read it, and now I know why. Some bloggers want to be a Monbiot or a Krugman, other clearly fancy themselves as a 3am girl. Well each to their own.

Guido’s argument is that his blog is a tabloid affair, the stuff of gossip and rumour mongering; and if that was all then I could happily just ignore him and I wouldn’t be writing this post. What I find difficult to ignore is how someone can so proudly claim responsibility (erroneously I suspect) for the week’s events. It is one thing to revel in tittle-tattle, quite another to cheerfully gloat about your own part in potentially destroying another man’s career and family life. Whatever gives you a rosy glow, I guess.

Oaten is of course largely the author of his own destruction, and it is wrong to lose sight of that. If you have such a skeleton in your closet, and yet still run for the leadership of your party knowing what you know about the press in this country, then you have got to expect a bit of trouble; it is certainly a high-risk strategy. The primary reason I have not made myself rich and famous is because the last thing I want to come back and haunt me is the fact that I spent much of the ‘eighties poking badgers with spoons; I won’t be running for high office.

But who is really the more unpleasant character here; Oaten or Guido? For example, take two people, one who says in private that “I think that Quinn is a twat”, and another who comes up to me and says, “X says he thinks you’re a twat”. I may not personally like the first person but he is perfectly entitled to his opinion, while the second is a sneak who should be shunned by all. If my analogy reminds you of the school playground, then that is little wonder.

In his comments on Chicken Yoghurt, Guido explains his raison d’etre thusly

To follow the money, hypocrisy and dishonesty of those who want to be our masters in an amusing accessable populist tabloid fashion. The whole lobby keeping secrets thing undermines democracy. A pox a the lot of them

So he is doing this for us, and in defence of democracy, is he? Well I’m all for holding politicians to account, I have a pretty low opinion of them myself, but I’d rather criticise them for their policies and public pronouncements than for what they do in their private lives, which has fuck all to do with their competence as elected representatives.

Guido is entitled to say what he likes, but I can’t see the point in having a pop at politicians for being sleazy when all you are doing is engaging in sleazy mudslinging yourself. I don’t understand the idea of setting yourself up as some sort of anti-establishment rebel attacking “our masters” if you are then going to defend your blog on the grounds that it is “popular”, with a “six-figure readerships per month”, and to dismiss “most of the criticism” you receive because it only comes “from bloggers with 7 readers”*. What’s that about “the slave begins by demanding justice…”?

The final word though must go to Guido, from the comments on his own blog. He advises those who don’t like his style to “Fuck off and read the Indy”. Now that sounds like an excellent idea. With luck our paths won’t cross again.

*Guido can’t be referring to me here, as I still aspire to getting seven readers; although I love each and every one of you.


This whole sordid business could put me off blogging, but that would be quite wrong, for while Guido is raising his glass to celebrate his own part in wrecking a family, Occupied Country, in two posts, opens his heart over the recent trials involving himself and his parents. It is moving and humbling to read Steve’s posts; it shows just how blogging can be a sharing and (hopefully) cathartic exercise, and reminds you of how there are much more important things to be concerned about. Best wishes, Steve, to you and your family.