British Laws for British People

One of the Brexiters’ original demands was that Britain should be subject to British (or English) laws alone, and to no-one else’s: that is, not to the EU’s. The decision of the three High Court judges last week, that Article 50 (disentangling Britain from the EU) could only be activated with the consent of Parliament, was based on a British constitutional law which goes back in its present form at least a hundred years. So strictly speaking the Brexiters should be in favour of it.

The illogicality of their position, calling the judges ‘enemies of the people’, no less, because they were enforcing the people’s own laws, was revealed powerfully in this exchange between an LBC radio presenter and a phone caller a couple of days ago: http://www.lbc.co.uk/radio/presenters/james-obrien/brexit-leave-voter-british-law-caller/. (I wish we had more media interrogators like James O’Brien.) It also really does bring to mind 1930s Germany, as illustrated by this comparison, posted on Facebook this morning: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10154711219648928&set=a.10151856083843928.1073741828.599548927&type=3&theater.

The fundamental point is, of course, that Britain is a Parliamentary democracy, not a plebiscitary one. Plebiscites, or referenda, are advisory only. Whether Parliament takes their advice or not is up to MPs. There are of course problems with Parliament, seen as representing the democracy, which I’ve commented on before: https://bernardjporter.com/?s=first+past+the+post. But there are also excellent reasons for giving it the final say, rather than a single vote taken in confusing circumstances amongst an electorate temporarily angry over many other things apart from the question on the ballot paper: see https://bernardjporter.com/?s=about+the+EU.

The main one, to my mind, is that the Parliamentary process allows time for the scrutiny of laws and treaties: in three readings in the House of Commons, and then by the Lords. Isn’t that a safer procedure, for any kind of legislation? Otherwise you might get all kinds of ‘heat-of-the-moment’ measures passed. Any important decision – in private as well as public life – requires second, and then third, thoughts. Then, if the ‘public will’ as expressed in a plebiscite is still thought to be decisive, Parliament can still legislate that way. I guess – though we can’t of course predict confidently, especially these days – that that’s what will happen. Parliament will eventually bow to what appears to be the ‘people’s will’.

If Brexiters still don’t like that, they can try to push a new constitutional law through Parliament, to surrender its powers to referenda. In that case, however, they’ll need to be aware that they are abandoning the centuries-old British system of law that they say they’re anxious to re-affirm. They can’t have it both ways.

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Memories of an Election Past

I was in America in 2008 when Obama was elected president. I was there on a university lecture tour, in Lexington Kentucky, a deep-red city in a deep-red state, so not a very sympathetic milieu. But my academic hosts were nearly all Democrats, of course; as was the manager of the main bookstore in Lexington, though we had to whisper together in case we put her other customers off. On polling day I walked around the town, marvelling at the long lines of voters queuing for hours outside the polling stations; and visited the Democratic Committee rooms – if that’s what they’re called there – staffed almost entirely by young black women. They were surprised that I could be in any way interested in ‘their’ election. They couldn’t have realized its global significance. In the evening I was invited to an election night TV party, Democrats only: but as a European, it was explained to me, I counted as an ‘honorary Democrat’. We had beer, bourbon and toasted marshmallows in the garden – it was still warm enough. I left when it was obvious Obama was going to win – the Pennsylvania result, I think.

The next day I flew to O’Hare to catch my transatlantic flight back. As we flew over south Chicago a holy glow seemed to appear on the ground. It was only afterwards that I learned that Obama had just flown back there – his home – from Washington.

This time will be different, watching it all night from a sofa in icy Stockholm. No marshmallows in the garden, for a start. And no holy glows anywhere. Only the flames of Hell, if Trump gets in. And a luke-warm feeling of relief, if he doesn’t.

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Farage in Sweden

The iconic Grand Hotel in Stockholm – where the Nobel laureates stay – is hosting a gathering today in order to confer what are called ‘European Freedom Awards’ on some lucky people. It has been organized by the far-Right Sweden Democrat Party. Among the speakers – and possibly the recipients – is Nigel Farage. Amusingly, the event has provoked thousands of people to give the Grand Hotel single-star reviews on hotel booking sites. I thought of turning up to heckle, but the weather’s pretty awful, so I’m staying in. So much for political principle.

Next weekend an even further-Right party, overtly neo-Nazi and ‘Nordic’, has planned a meeting and march nearby, explicitly against immigration. A flyer for it appeared in our mailbox. They have a website, in English as well as Swedish: https://www.12november.se/information-in-english/. I’m sure it will be very small, but the anti-Nazis have been forewarned, so there may be clashes. I’ll be back in the UK by then.

Is there any support in Sweden for leaving the EU? I thought so at one time – see https://bernardjporter.com/2016/04/22/brexit-swexit/ – but my impression now is that our (British) Brexit, and its leaders, largely ridiculed in the press here, have had the opposite effect. Those single-star reviews are significant. But then, living as I do almost exclusively among educated Swedish Lefties, what can I know?

Fascism, or a twenty-first century form of it, is certainly in the air – in most of Europe, in Trumpite America, and in Daily Mail Britain: https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2016/nov/04/enemies-of-the-people-british-newspapers-react-judges-brexit-ruling. But it’s weaker in relatively rational Sweden, I think, despite its ‘Aryan-ness’. I’m still waiting for my (alternative) Swedish citizenship to come through, by the way.

PS. (later). Here’s an English-language report of the Grand Hotel meeting. It also confirms my sense that any ‘Swexit’ feeling has fallen away recently:  http://www.thelocal.se/20161105/farage-tells-swedes-he-will-return-with-a-pitchfork.

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Wartime ‘Resistance’ in the Channel Is

This is a review I originally wrote for the LRB, but which was crowded out by Brexit pieces. The Literary Review, however, took a shortened version, which appears there this month: https://literaryreview.co.uk/no-man-is-an-island-2. Here is the original (3000-word) article, if anyone’s interested.

Protest, Defiance and Resistance in the Channel Islands. German Occupation, 1940-45. By Gilly Carr, Paul Sanders and Louise Willmot. Bloomsbury Press, xiii + 375 pp., 2015.

The Second World War has always been a sensitive topic for Channel Islanders. The only part of the British Isles occupied by the Germans – run by two Kommandanten, military and civil, with most of the usual Nazi paraphernalia, like draconian laws, forced immigrant labour, expulsion of Jews and internment camps – they came up with hardly any serious native ‘Resistance’ at all, as that word is generally understood. To MRD Foot, the historian of European Resistance movements during World War II, they appeared ‘an embarrassment’, by comparison with, for example, occupied France, Norway and Denmark. Several Channel Islanders collaborated with the enemy, as indeed was the case in those other countries, and even in Britain itself; the difference being, however, that virtually none of the other Channel Islanders took up arms or plotted in any significant way against their occupiers, which might have compensated for this, and given them and their descendants some retrospective dignity and pride. Gilly Carr, who is from Guernsey stock, set out on her research for this book, as she confided to a local newspaper, ‘furious’ at this reputation, and determined to set the record straight. ‘Fury’ is perhaps not the best mood in which to start a piece of objective research. In November 2010 the Guernsey Press anticipated her findings with the unambiguous headline: ‘Cleared at Last’. In the event Protest, Defiance and Resistance in the Channel Islands doesn’t quite justify that verdict, or, I would say, anything close to it; but it does furnish a revealing picture of how a not very heroic people – probably like most of us – managed to cope with the difficult circumstances of a basically irresistible enemy occupation, well short of active collaboration on the part of most of them.

To expect much more of the islanders was probably unreasonable. Abandoned by the British government as not worth holding on to even before their capture in July 1940, demilitarised apart from a few shotguns, skimmed of most of their fighting-age men, geographically much closer, of course, to the French coast than to the English, which made escape difficult, with few natural hiding or plotting places, and with a German garrison far bigger, proportionately, than in any other western European occupied country – Paul Sanders claims that Germans were actually thicker on the ground there than in Germany itself; against all this, ‘proper’ – that is organised military – resistance was almost out of the question. There were other factors militating against it. Jersey and Guernsey’s political organisations were almost feudal – Alderney’s and Sark’s more so. The islands were ruled by traditional elites with scarcely any democratic input, and no proper political parties before the war. A ‘Jersey Democratic Movement’ sprang up in 1942, but that confined its attention to reforming the island government after the war. Trade union organisation was rudimentary. Women knew their place – there were fewer in paid jobs than on the mainland. So there was no strong tradition of collective popular protest. This meant that if the Germans got the elites onside, which they managed to do, they had little to fear from the wider population. They were also fairly clever in not alienating that population unnecessarily. British-born Channel Islanders were deported, and of course Jews, but not gentiles who had been born there. They were allowed to live pretty normal lives in the main: adequately nourished (there are lots of farms in the Channel Islands); their Christian worship respected, except the Salvation Army for some reason (the uniform?); and not forced to labour for the occupying forces, with eastern Europeans (called ‘OTs’, for Organisation Todt) being shipped in for that. There was some oppression: the most resented form was the confiscation of wireless sets from June 1942, and pretty draconian punishments for anyone caught listening to the BBC or spreading its news; but no islander, so far as can be ascertained, was put to death for that, though it was theoretically possible. Although not formally organised, the Channel Islanders were fairly close-knit, and news of that sort of atrocity was bound to spread. Hence what appears to be their relative quiescence during the war.

Serious resistance was limited to the tiny Jersey Communist Party; a Salvationist Major, Marie Ozanne, who refused to change into civvies and constantly railed against the occupiers’ ‘reign of terror’: she was imprisoned and died shortly afterwards, but probably not due to bad treatment, thinks Louise Willmot; a couple of lesbian surrealist artists, Lucy Schwob and Suzanne Malherbe, brought up in a different political tradition in France; and a few maverick individuals. The Communists made sketches of German fortifications with the hope of getting them to the Allies, and circulated propaganda. ARP wardens – many of them First World War veterans – used their relative liberty of movement to spy. A couple of individuals made and distributed illegal crystal sets. Gangs of naturally ‘rebellious adolescents’ tried sabotaging German vehicles (smearing tar on the seats was a favourite trick), cutting cables, turning signposts, and stealing the Germans’ Christmas mail. Schwob and Malherbe sought to sow dissension among the occupying troops by circulating a collage of Oscar Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas – in flagrante? it’s not made clear – superimposed on a photograph of German soldiers. They were nothing if not enterprising. None of this came to anything; but at least they tried.

To fill in the gaps, and make sense of their claim that the islanders were pretty resistant really, the authors of this book have broadened their definition to include symbolic protests, like chalking ‘V’s (for Allied Victory) on walls, wearing patriotic badges in their buttonholes (but behind their lapels), and sporting national colours. A football match on Jersey in May 1944 was attended by 4-5,000 spectators, who apparently treated it as a patriotic demonstration because of the colours of the teams’ shirts: red and white for the Corinthians, blue and white for St Clements. (Afterwards the Germans forbad the Jersey Evening Post from advertising any more sporting fixtures.) There were also acts of simple disobedience, some of which were trivial – like refusing to shake hands with Germans – but others of which were significant, and could bring serious retribution, like listening to the radio and offering help to escaped prisoners and OTs. Young women caterers used to secretly spit in the Germans’ soup. Clergymen included encoded scriptural references to the war in their sermons. Escaped prisoners and forced labourers were sheltered for months in attics, cellars and barns. Anti-German jokes were circulated. (‘Why are the Germans going to close St Joseph’s church? Because there’s a canon in the pulpit.’ That must have slayed them). Eighteen civilian Guernsey policemen were tried in 1942 for pilfering from German depots, which could be claimed to be patriotic and redistributive, except that some of the goods stolen were from islander-owned stores (‘ah, but they were going to be sold to the Germans’), and consisted of hard liquor, which may not all have reached the poor. Adolescents (again) enjoyed interrupting newsreels with catcalls whenever Hitler appeared, and the ‘exaggerated saluting of everyone in uniform (including the postman)’; but this, as Willmot admits, was ‘cheek, not resistance’. I remember getting up to the same sorts of tricks in school. Still, it helped sustain morale.

What was notably lacking was any kind of significant protest on behalf of the Jews who were forced to register in 1940, and then deported to the Continent, some to their deaths, in 1942-3; acknowledged here, with regret, by all three authors. Only a handful of members of the islands’ Councils objected; which contrasts with the protests they did put up when members of their own staffs, or families, or – perhaps more tellingly – Freemasons, were selected. Some degree of anti-semitism is likely to have lain behind this (though Paul Sanders points out that prominent and rich Jews were protected); together with what David Fraser elsewhere has described as the ‘gross and immoral utilitarian calculation’ that it was worth sacrificing a few Jews for the good of the wider community. There were also not believed to be many Jews remaining on the islands, most of them having left for Britain on the outbreak of war; and it may be that the islanders were ignorant of their likely fates. Individually, several Jews avoided registration and extradition with the help of brave neighbours, one of whom, Albert Bedane, was posthumously awarded Israel’s ‘highest Holocaust honour’ in 2000 in recognition. Much the same could be said of the ‘OT’ system, against which there was almost no public protest, and quite a lot of animus manifested against the forced labourers themselves – resentful of their begging and even stealing to keep alive on their meagre rations of thin potato soup and hard bread; but still several examples of individual humanity – food, clothes, shelter, concealment – towards those who tried to abscond. Much of this kind of charity was meted out by the islands’ doctors, who were also by and large the bravest in their open defiance of the authorities, probably because they knew they couldn’t be dispensed with; and clergymen, who kept their heads down more, but acted the good Samaritan when they could. Whether this made up for the islanders’ lack of collective effort in defence of these unfortunates must be a matter of individual judgment; so long as the context is taken into account.

One piece of that context is of course the position taken up and the guidance given to their compatriots by the formal rulers of the islands, who continued in place throughout the war, and then, as Paul Sanders points out, became ‘the only collaborating administration in the whole of occupied Europe that remained in office in the post-war era.’ Whether or not that is to their credit is another matter of judgment, and one of the two major moral questions raised by this book. (The other is whether ordinary people were justified in following their guidance.) The general tenor of the governments’ approach is indicated by this statement by Ambrose Sherwill, president of Guernsey’s ‘Controlling Committee’ at the start of the occupation, expressing his hope that

this occupation [may] be a model to the world. On the one hand, tolerance on the part of the military authority, and courtesy and correctness on the part of the occupying forces, and on the other, dignity and courtesy and exemplary behaviour on the part of the civilian population.

That implies collaboration, but in the vaguest terms. In October 1940 however Sherwill was succeeded by the Reverend John Leale, who even before the invasion had been a good deal blunter.

There must be no thought of any kind of resistance, we can only expect that the more dire punishment will be meted. I say this, the man who even contemplates resistance should the Germans come is the most dangerous man in the Island, and its most bitter enemy.

Sanders thinks that went unnecessarily far. The excuse for this kind of approach, of course, was that it sheltered the islanders from more direct German rule, which was bound to be more onerous. The advantage to the occupiers was that they didn’t have to rule directly, which might have provoked more active and dangerous resistance from the people, and warned the British in Britain – who were of course the next stop on Hitler’s schedule – of what they might expect. Leale and Sherwill both claimed that they had saved countless lives in this way, which they may have done. Whether this had any adverse impact on the Allied cause in the war is doubtful. All these authors think that nothing the islanders could have done in the islands could have contributed to the broader strategies of either side. So why risk innocent lives for no gain?

Answers to that question at the time may have depended on who you were in Jersey and Guernsey; less on your class or occupation – all three authors agree that ‘resisters came from all social groups’ – than on which island you lived on, and how old you were. Jersey saw the largest incidence of resistance, for many reasons, most of them circumstantial. On both islands the 17-25 age group was far and away the most active when it came to minor sabotage, ‘symbolic resistance’ and ‘cheek’; with older people being the most generous in sheltering escapees – obviously, because they owned the houses to hide them in – and the veterans of the ARP the most able to indulge in espionage activities. The youth of the saboteurs and tricksters went against them among the general population, however, by associating their ‘resistance’ with youthful high spirits at best, hooliganism at worst – at any rate, not with ‘patriotism’ – and so seeming to play to the normal anti-‘youth’ prejudices of their more respectable elders. Some of the youths actually admitted to getting a buzz out of their adventures, which was supposed to cheapen them. The Guernsey police’s liquor thefts raised similar suspicions. In societies as basically conservative and middle-aged as these – literally, because most young men had been evacuated to the mainland in the summer of 1940 – law-breaking appeared more reprehensible morally, as well as strictly legally, than it clearly did to the young. Sanders calls it ‘rule worship’.

This was heightened by the awareness, or perception, that rule-breaking by a small minority could endanger the lives of the rest of them. ‘Most people were furious’, recalled one Guernesiaise at the end of the war, referring to an illegal escape. ‘Aren’t they selfish? Now we shall be punished.’ ‘Selfishness’ was a common accusation. Most of the roughly 1,300 islanders who were tried for all offences by German courts in the 1940s – around two per cent of the total – were regarded as simple ‘troublemakers’ by apparently the bulk of the population, who had little sympathy even for the most clearly ‘political’ of them while they were serving their sentences, often in dreadful German gaols or concentration camps. One after-effect of this was that when they were liberated and returned home they weren’t widely welcomed as the heroes they perceived themselves to be, and as their fellow resisters from the other occupied countries generally were. One who proudly sported a badge made by her sister with the words ‘Political Prisoner 12516’ and ‘victory 1945’ embroidered on it quickly removed it when she found it was attracting more hostility than admiration. Gilly Carr speculates that this might have been because such shows of defiance could be implied to cast the more compliant majority in a poor light. More salt was rubbed into the wound when the 1946 British New Year’s honours list was published, featuring knighthoods for three of the collaborating governors, including Leale, and CBEs, MBEs and OBEs scattered among their underlings; and none at all for any of the resisters. It was as if, post-war, both the official and the popular judgment was against the very idea of resistance to the islanders’ former Nazi overlords, which as a result was seen as a mark of poor judgment, at the very least, if not actual shame.

Some islanders will have actually collaborated with the Germans – beyond, that is, the actions of their formal rulers. There’s not much about this here – it’s not, after all, the subject of the book – but there are hints scattered through. Louise Willmot for example doesn’t shrink from the topic of ‘horizontal collaboration’ – Jersey and Guernsey women (or ‘Jerrybags’) who had sexual relations with German soldiers – though she excuses much of it as the results of opportunistic bargaining (for extra food), the shortage of young vigorous British men, and in some cases genuine romantic attachment. Estimates of the number of babies born as a result of these liaisons vary from 60 to 900. Interestingly, these women were not victimized as badly after the war as in France, despite threats from a group of ‘Underground Barbers’ to mete out the same punishments to them. Another example of direct collaboration, the invisible elephant in the room, is the betrayal of resisters by anonymous informers among the general population, without whom the Germans could not have caught as many saboteurs, radio-listeners, escapees and V-signers as they did. Some of them may also have been ideological collaborators: that is, secret Nazi sympathizers, though they don’t appear in this book. (The only small hint is a claim by one 1930s Victoria College schoolboy – later a communist – that most of his wealthy fellow-pupils had been ‘Franco men to a lad’, which may be felt to be close enough.) That was surely to be expected; Britain had plenty of her own native Fascists, after all. Maybe – just maybe – the Foreign Office files of the Occupation that we are told here are still ‘closed’ to researchers will tell us more about this. That’s the other side of the picture. If we wanted to draw up a moral balance-sheet of the Occupation – which, as all these authors point out, is far from a simple matter, and probably best not attempted – these traitors, or pragmatists, would need to be included. But every country had them, often with less excuse than the Channel Islands.

In this sense what provoked Gilly Carr’s ‘fury’ in setting out on her part of the research here – the devaluation of the Channel Islands’ resistance to the Occupation – can be at least partly attributed to the islanders themselves. Puffing up the resistance would have implicitly damned the reputations of the ‘timorous majority’ who (as elsewhere) did not resist in any significant way. It certainly would have undermined the authority of the Channel Islands governments, whom the British needed to carry on their rule after the victory. The resisters had been resisting them, too. For years afterwards there was widespread opposition on the islands to granting amnesties, even, to prisoners of the Occupation, let alone compensating them, or erecting any kind of memorial to them of the kind that can be found all over continental Europe today. (There are one or two on Jersey now.) This book, with others, may be said to restore some of these awkward people’s reputations, at long last, but in a way that merely emphasises their weaknesses in the context of their time and place. The Guernsey Press may be disappointed. But as Willmot puts it, the islanders ‘deserve to be judged according to the conditions they faced and the limited choices available to them.’ That must be right.

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Militarising our Schools

Michael Fallon, the new Defence Secretary, plans to institute military cadet corps in schools. The idea, apparently, is not only to provide future recruits for the British Army, but also to instil discipline and ‘British values’ in our youth. Yes; that last claim is so problematical as to be almost ludicrous. I don’t need to waste time arguing the emphatically non-military nature of the ‘British values’ that I most respect. (Or the case against calling any of them, military or non-military, ‘British’ in any exclusive way.) The only point I want to make here is that Fallon’s plan might be counter-productive. It was with me.

School cadet corps started up in the later nineteenth century in order to encourage national and imperial patriotism. Most Public schools had them; state schools refused to, out of anti-militaristic principle. (That was one reason why Baden-Powell founded his Boy Scout movement.) So far as I know the Public schools have them still. So do, or did, the Grammar schools that liked – pathetically – to ape the Public schools, such as mine. At my ‘direct grant’ school ‘Corps’ was compulsory, parading in uniform every Thursday afternoon, going on soggy, chaotic camps, and practicing shooting on a rifle range on the Rainham marshes. The only way of getting out of it was with a note from your parents to say they were pacifists, and even then you didn’t entirely escape it, but had to go into a ‘Medical’ squad, still in uniform, but with bright white webbing rather than the usual khaki to show up your cowardly nature to the other boys. I was too genuinely cowardly to risk that. Everyone hated the Corps, except for a few fascist-minded boys; who formed the ‘Right Wing National Party’ in our school ‘mock’ elections, and went around with little polished sticks shouting themselves blue in the face. Many of them went on to Sandhurst, one of them after being expelled from school for his part in a gang-rape. The rest of us resented them, and the whole business of Blancoing our webbing, Duraglitting our brass, ironing neat creases into our tunics, and shining our boots ‘so you can see your faces in them’.

I hated Thursday afternoons, especially the mechanical waving your arms about and marching up and down in lines. ‘Squad, atten – wait for it, wait for it – shun!’ On the other hand I quite liked – and was good at – the shooting. Even there we could be easily distracted – on one occasion, I remember, by a sheep wandering across. We all turned our rifles to blow it into a ball of wool, bones and blood. ‘Sorry, Sarg, I missed.’ God what a farce. I learned nothing, except perhaps how to strip down a 1914 Bren gun, and even then I couldn’t put it together again. I was only promoted at the very end because they thought it would look bad if I went up to university still a private. I was jumped up to colour-sergeant on the last day of school.

I’m sure Corps prejudiced most of us against the Army: unfairly, as I came to realize later. Most soldiers aren’t militarists. Notoriously, that’s left to draft-dodgers, like George W Bush. I’ve met some very reasonable and even liberal military men. (No military women yet, I’m afraid.) But my school cadet corps played no part at all in this realization; and in fact only made me appreciate more, through aversion to it, the non-military ‘values’ in British history and life. Maybe – though I doubt it – that’s what Michael Fallon intends.

[An edited version of this also appears on the LRB Blog (http://www.lrb.co.uk/blog/2016/11/01/bernard-porter/sorry-sarge/), corrected to take account of one of Andrew Rosthorn’s comments, below.]

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Minimalist Trump

What more can one say about the current ghastly state of affairs in America? That Trump is a vain, childish proto-fascist; that Clinton is too enmeshed with the neo-liberal establishment to inspire enthusiastic support; that the best historical parallel – my area – is with the rise of the European dictators in the 1930s, which is hardly a novel observation; and that – from an even broader historical perspective – this really is beginning to look like the ‘final stage’ of global capitalism, presaging its collapse, that has been fondly and repeatedly anticipated by Marxists for a hundred years. There’s nothing much to add to this – yet. After the American election – which I’ll be staying up all next Tuesday night for (or all week, if it’s anything like the ‘hanging chads’ election of 2000) – we’ll see.

In the meantime we thought we might seek some distraction from all this horror by going to an opera. The one we chose also featured some British imperial history – ideal, it seemed, for me. Unfortunately Philip Glass’s Satyagraha proved not to be a distraction at all, unless it was from life itself. I’d always been prejudiced against ‘minimalist’ music. Now I no longer am. ‘Prejudice’ involves pre-judging, on the basis of ignorance. But now I know. I found the experience mind-numbing, but not in a restful way; and totally unenlightening with regard to the Mahatma. The contribution of Cirkus Cirkor (modern circus) to it – juggling, tumbling, (fairly) highwire walking, and so on – provided some relief, I suppose – they were very clever – but seemed to have nothing at all to do with either the subject-matter or the plot. OK, I don’t understand minimalism; or perhaps my hearing is too unsophisticated to appreciate the (very) subtle modulations in the music, so I shouldn’t judge. And won’t.

But it did sound rather like a long speech by The Donald: the same clichés repeated monotonously over and over again. I’m only sorry I was less mesmerized than Trump’s supporters clearly are. But then I expect both my music and my politics to be just a little bit more complicated.

For anyone seeking a subtler and more pleasurable form of distraction, you should see Steven Frears’s Florence Foster Jenkins, which we thoroughly enjoyed last night. It brought me back to life; and to blogging.

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History Marches On

In the meantime, History continues along its predetermined path. Europe agrees to an international trade deal – CETA – which subordinates democracy to capitalism: why oh why couldn’t the Walloons hold out? – so bringing us that little bit nearer to red-in-tooth-and-claw capitalism’s final victory; and Marx is proved more prescient than anyone gave him credit for. Except for his view of the proletariat, who might yet be diverted by Trumpism and Ukippery from its historic role as the saviours of humanity.

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Brexit for Swedes

Back in Sweden. I’ve agreed to talk to a Stockholm law firm next month about Brexit. They want a British-historical angle on it. They say they ‘don’t understand it’. I’m not sure I do either; but I’ll give it a go, and report on the meeting here.

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Logic Lessons

‘I’m a free American, and so can believe anything I like’. That remark, which I heard on American radio some years ago, and quoted in a previous post (https://bernardjporter.com/2016/02/22/btl/), has niggled me ever since, and makes more sense than ever in the light of the current Presidential election campaign, which, among other things, must be the stupidest – there’s no other word for it – in American history. (To be fair, Britain’s EU referendum battle wasn’t far behind.)

There are doubtless many reasons for it, apart from the possibility that the human race is degenerating intellectually. (I’ve just learned – from a book I’m reviewing – that August Strindberg believed that Darwin had it wrong, and that humans were evolving, or devolving, into apes, rather than the other way around. That figures.) The decline of reading, poor education, the consumerist approach to knowledge, short attention-spans, the effect of television and the internet, the rise of fashionable ‘anti-intellectualism’… I’m not sure where to point the finger.

One solution, however, might be to teach Logic in schools. It’s not a difficult subject; or rather, there are levels at which it wouldn’t need to be difficult. It could be dressed up attractively. If it got boys and girls thinking clearly – making rational choices, using evidence, spotting inconsistencies in arguments, thinking in joined-up ways – it would be bound to prepare them to take all kinds of adult life decisions, including their democratic ones, more rationally and reliably. Even if it taught them in the end to discard logic, they would be aware that they were doing it, and have reasoned why.

Is there anywhere in the world where Logic is taught as a discrete and core subject in schools? It is taught implicitly in Maths, of course, and I’m sure that teachers of other subjects – like Science and even History – encourage logical thinking too. Apart from that, I’ve never heard of any school in Britain, the USA or Australia – which mark the limits of my rather thin acquaintance with school pedagogy – that has ‘Logic’ expressly on its syllabus. Why not? It could be the most valuable education of all.

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Divide and Rule

What we’re getting now, both in America and in Britain, is a very large disaffected working or lower-middle class, largely disillusioned with establishment politics and policies, but split between Right and Left. In Britain half of them go to Ukip, half to Corbyn’s Labour. In the USA almost exactly the same interest group is (or was) equally divided between Trump and Bernie Saunders. Look at Trump’s and Farage’s rhetorics when it comes to the economy: populist, anti-austerity, anti-globalisation and anti-privilege. These are essentially and traditionally left-wing causes, and ought by rights, therefore, to put these people on the social(ist)-democratic side. For a number of reasons, however, half of them are adhering to Trump and Ukip, which has the effect of fatally dividing the anti-capitalist majorities in both countries, so allowing the old establishment – Hilary, Theresa – to sneak through the middle and keep things as they were. That’s why politics on both sides of the Atlantic are so fundamentally unrepresentative of their peoples today.

The likeliest reason for these unnatural divisions appears to be immigration, which is the only obvious policy difference between the two anti-capitalist tribes. Persuade Ukip voters and Trumpists that immigration is not the cause of their economic and other woes, and there will be little to prevent their joining up with their left-wing soul mates in an irresistible movement against the late capitalist status quo. There are two ways of doing this: through reasonable argument – persuading people that immigrants are not to blame for everything; or alternatively by giving ground to the anti-immigration lobby to some degree. I would be sorry to see the latter, but it may be necessary; and there is after all nothing particularly anti-socialist about opposing free trade in labour, as well as in goods.

The thing is, Trump is tapping a genuine and understandable resentment among relatively poor Americans; is right about some things – trade agreements especially; and has a point when he claims that he has a biased press ranged against him. In Britain, Labour knows too much about hostile newspapers to dismiss that complaint as merely paranoid. In every other way, of course, Trump is a mean-minded, petty, ignorant, whingeing, childish, lying, amoral, unstable, sexist fool; which is why – and probably the only reason – Clinton will beat him. I’m not thrilled by that prospect; but of course Trump has to be pulled down, in the interest of the whole world.

My only hope for America is that a victorious Clinton also comes to see the force of the anti-capitalist/globalisation resentments of those who supported both Trump and Saunders, extricates herself from the embrace of big business, which is the main thing that makes people distrust her now, declares her independence from the Washington clique she is inevitably associated with, and pursues some bold new policies: of the kind that Saunders has been urging on her, and that her great predecessor Franklin Delano Roosevelt implemented so successfully eighty years ago. A new ‘New Deal’. That would do it. I can hear Trump’s working-class support hissing out of the great orange-topped barrage-balloon now. Unfortunately I can’t see Theresa May doing the same thing, despite her gilded words when she took over as prime minister (https://bernardjporter.com/2016/07/11/st-theresa/). In which case the important thing will be to gather the anti-globalisers of Left and Right together again, and into power.

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