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shewhomust ([personal profile] shewhomust) wrote2010-03-03 10:13 pm

Blogging as an alternative to throwing things at the radio

I've been infuriated this evening by the Radio 4 coverage of the death of Michael Foot.

Michael Foot wasn't in any way one of my heroes: I don't place much faith in politicians of any party. He deserves some respect, certainly, for reaching the eminence of leader of the party without jettisoning all his principles on the way (though I never quite forgave him for backing the decision to send a task force to the Falkland Islands, allowing Margaret Thatcher her war. The nearest I ever came to personal contact with him was hearing him speak at my first ever Miners' Gala - and then seeing his car sweep past us as we tried to hitchhike back to London.

But next time I hear a BBC journalist being supercilious about the politics of character, the deplorable modern tendency to personal attacks and the obsession of the tabloid press with superficial detail, I shall think of tonight's six o' clock news, with its repeated descriptions of Foot as an untidy figure, with his wild hair and choice of the wrong jacket for a Remembrance Day parade. The public found these things unacceptable, the broadcaster assured us. Oh, it was the public who found it unacceptable, was it? The Press had nothing to do with it?

Foot became leader of the Labour Party when it was deeply divided: I was going to ask, "When was the Labour Party not deeply divided?", but that's just a cheap reflex action. No cheaper, though, than the BBC's explanation of the split as being between the Bennite left and the "traditional right wing of the party". A similar BBC report online says: "As the militants gained strength, moderate Labour members followed David Owen and the other members of the so called Gang of Four as they defected from the troubled party and formed the SDP." The moderates, that is, were so moderate in their commitment to the party that they shortly afterwards departed to found an opposing party; the militant troublemakers were the ones who actually believed in the constitution and policies of the party.

As for those policies, the description of Foot's 1983 Election Manifesto as "the longest suicide note in history" was brought out yet again (thank you, Gerald Kaufman). I had forgotten, though, that the problem was that it contained policies which had been put forward, debated and voted for by the party conference, that is, by the members of the party. This process (which gave disproportionate weight to the votes cast by trades union delegates on behalf of their members whom they may or may not actually have consulted) wasn't perfect - but I like it better than one where policies are refined by consultants and focus groups until they are guaranteed not to offend the Daily Mail.

Sorry, writing this down is not having the calming effect I hoped for; I think I'd better go to bed and read Diana Wynne Jones.

[identity profile] shewhomust.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Ummm...?

I sure that's true, though!

[identity profile] martyn44.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The world we know looks very different from the fastness of their Islington pseudo-intellectual ivory towers. They loved the Gang of Four because they were them, and utterly ignored the well documented connections to the English Speaking Union (funded from the same secret US precept as the CIA)

[identity profile] durham-rambler.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
You realise you are addressing your remarks to the daughter of a mayor of Islington? Elected on the slogan Arsenal for the Cup and Labour for Islington? She was one of the good ones.

[identity profile] martyn44.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I was unaware I had that honour, although I am the brother of a former Hackney councillor and Parliamentary candidate (if he had taken East Grinstead from Geoffrey Johnson-Smith the revolution would have had to have taken place some time before and the tumbrils done a lot of rolling) and the nephew of a woman who said her life's work would be done when she got 'that Tory bastard' out of Oxford. She survived several years after her success. My paternal grandad would have been our local Parliamentary cabdidate (and, therefore, MP) had he not taken a permanent left turn at the Somme.

Me? I know what a socialist is because I see one every time I look in the mirror. Disappointment and despair I can live with. Giving up is another matter. Had I a flag it would be at half mast today.

[identity profile] shewhomust.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Had I a flag it would be at half mast today.

The people's flag is... No, let's not go there!