Porter’s Pensées

So, the old idea that women becoming leaders would make politics kinder and more charitable has turned out to be as mistaken – and basically as sexist – as the notion that they couldn’t play rugby (because of their softer upper chests), or fly passenger aircraft safely (what if a menopause suddenly came on?). Of course, with regard to politics you might argue that women could only succeed insofar as they emulated the worst aspects of masculinity – Thatcher, Patel, Braverman – and had the patriarchy behind them. But it knocks on the head the simplistic notion that men are at the root of all our ills, and only need to be replaced by the ‘gentler’ sex for peace and happiness to prevail.

In a similar way we’ve recently been disabused of the idea (in Britain) that a cabinet of second-generation immigrants would be more charitably disposed towards present-day asylum-seekers. In Patel’s and Braverman’s cases the opposite seems to be true. Which reminds me, historically, of those 19th-century British Jews who vociferously opposed new Jewish immigration around 1900 on the grounds that it would provoke nativist anti-semitism, which would then rebound against them. It’s called ‘pulling the ladder up behind you’.

So we can’t depend on gender or ethnicity to modify attitudes which generally speaking are formed by other factors, arising from the communities in which one is living presently, affecting both genders and all ethnicities; and in which locality, class, schooling, levels of income, the propaganda you are subjected to, and maybe your personal psychology, will be paramount. Our new Prime Minister Rishi Sunak’s political attitudes are far more likely to be affected by his (and his wife’s) fabulous personal riches, and his education at the most venerable ‘Public’ school in England (to which he has just gifted more than £100,000, as if Winchester needed it), than by his much lauded ‘British-Asian’ heritage. (The same applied to his distinguished ‘British-Jewish’ predecessor, Benjamin Disraeli.) Don’t be too influenced by the fact that all these influential politicians are either non-white, or women, or both. The Tory party, despite its misogynist and racist reputation, never has been. Class and ideology trump ‘race’ and gender every time.

I see I’ve been silent, blog-wise, for three weeks now. That’s easily explained. Covid-19 eventually caught up with me, followed by ‘long Covid’ – worse if anything, although not so chesty – and a week struggling to write a review of a huge book – over 800 closely-printed pages – which I’m not sure I did justice to in the circumstances. Then just exhaustion, and the old familiar ‘black dog’. About which I may blog later on; depression in general, that is, not just mine. Taster: I think depressed is the only healthy way to be, these days.

Off back to Sweden on Friday. Where I shall be able to see a doctor, at long last.

I never wanted this blog to be a personal diary, and don’t want it to become one now. My experiences are unimportant. After all, I’m not the first person to catch Covid 19, or even the billionth. Nor am I alone in Britain in being unable to consult a doctor about my illness, in any form: in person, or via Zoom or the phone. I used to think that my problems in this regard – retailed here: https://bernardjporter.com/2022/10/07/come-back-nanny/ – might be peculiar to the grossly underprivileged part of England I live in; but today’s news reveals that it’s a far more general problem, and consequently worth mentioning in a political blog: https://www.theguardian.com/society/2022/oct/20/ministers-accused-of-ignoringscale-of-problems-facing-gps-in-england. There today’s depersonalisation of GP provision is called ‘überisation’, which sounds about right. Überising – on top of privatisation – represents another stab in the heart of the old NHS we used to know and love. Which is why I’m looking forward to returning to my personal doctor in Sweden, who knows my history (and is very good). That’s after I’ve recovered enough from my current bout of untreated Covid to travel.

Here’s a little video of my doctor’s surgery in Stockholm: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F47RujibBzE. – OK, maybe they shouldn’t be fooling around like this; but it’s good to know that they have the time to. They wouldn’t in Hull.

British politics has been moving further and further to the Right over the past ten years or so – forty years, if we date it from the advent of Thatcher – and at a crazily accelerating speed over the last few months. Brexit was a part of that. Now with the Truss-Kwarteng project (‘growth, growth, growth’, reward the rich, low taxes, ‘trickle-down’…..) we might have reached the final stage in that process, the free marketeers’ goal all along: if the train had not suddenly smashed into the buffers last week.

This was obviously a bit of a shock for the most dogmatic neoliberals themselves, who must have assumed that the ‘markets’ were on their side – which was why they didn’t bother to consult the OBR – and who may have shared that old capitalist idea, going back to Adam Smith, and even embraced by Marx, that the ‘free market’ was a force of nature, no less, like all those other forces of nature that were being discovered by scientists at the time, and so not to be denied. The idea of capitalism as ‘natural’ has been a compelling and comforting argument for neo-liberals for two centuries now, on a number of levels, both intellectually, and on the level of simple slogans: ‘people are naturally selfish’, ‘you can’t go against human nature’, ‘there is no alternative’, and so on. Unfortunately for them, another ‘natural’ feature of just about anything from plants and animals to the planet itself, is the phenomenon of decline. Nothing ever ‘grows’ for ever. Most things contain within them the seeds of their own destruction. Marx saw that.

Are the extraordinary events of the last few days (in Britain) a sign of this natural process of final decline (and fall)? For the moment (Sunday evening), the train crash seems to have been averted temporarily. The ‘market’, plus Truss’s stupidity and Kwarteng’s arrogance, saw to that. Maybe a more grown-up government – Jeremy Hunt, or Labour – can still save the day, for now. For there are ways of taming the beast: Keynesianism, welfareism, more traditional Conservatism, social democracy – call it what you will. Otherwise, Collapse, or Revolution, here we come. In the meantime, I’m quite enjoying the ride.

When she beatles her brow like this …

… doesn’t she remind you of …

…. ‘Chucky’ (from the horror films)?

I’ll have more to say about the current ludicrous state of politics in Britain when – if – I recover from the Covid which has just caught up with me here. I knew I shouldn’t have left our safe Swedish island.

Returning to the UK from my period of quarantine in Sweden a few months ago, I suddenly learned that I didn’t have a doctor there any more. I’d been deleted from my surgery’s list without notice or permission, by a shadowy organisation called ‘Modality’ which had apparently taken over the practice, of which I had been a patient (or perhaps it’s now a ‘customer’) for fifty years. Eventually, and after a long tussle with the telephone robots that now rule much of our lives – ‘if you’re wanting to speak to another robot, please press 1’ – I got reinstated.

But that didn’t improve things at all. I still couldn’t get through to a proper doctor, and learned in fact that I didn’t have one: a personal one, that is, who knew me and my medical history; only a general and impersonal relationship with the practice, and an appointment with whichever doctor happened to be free, if I was very lucky, to see me (or talk over the phone) in two or three weeks’ time. Even then consultations were not expected to last more than ten minutes. That wouldn’t cover a tenth of my hypochondriacal complaints.

This is not what I had been used to. Born just a few years before the NHS came into existence, I’ve had wonderful care from a succession of GPs since then, and from NHS hospitals. (One Hull GP even insisted on driving 10 miles out to the maternity hospital to deliver our baby son personally.) I’m not sure whom or what to blame for the decline in the service recently: funding shortages obviously; Brexit possibly (depriving us of foreign doctors and nurses; and by the way, what happened to those millions that Brexit was meant to free up for the NHS?); and in Hull’s case a regional shortage of trained medical staff. The fact that we’ve all been recently deluged by advertising for private health insurance – in Hull it’s mostly from a group of hospitals called ‘Spire’, specifically promising quicker appointments with doctors – must sow the suspicion that it’s deliberate, on the part of a government that never, from its beginnings, liked the very idea of a health service that capitalists couldn’t make ‘loadsamoney’ from. (Which is why we still have some private doctors, and places like Spire.)

It also shocked me coming from Sweden: where medical care is still relatively cheap, hospitals well staffed and maintained, doctors see you quickly and for at least 20 minutes at a time, and who – most importantly – can get to know you personally, and your medical (or hypochondriacal) history. So, having failed to get an appointment in Hull, I’m now planning to return to Stockholm sooner than I intended, in order to be examined by Sarah; who as well as being an excellent doctor reminds me of how the good old NHS used to be in the olden days.

I really do miss the ‘nanny state’. Losing the NHS will be like losing the family that had always taken care of these physical things for you, so liberating you to fulfil your true potential. Ask that notorious nanny’s boy, Jacob Rees-Mogg.

Sorry for the personal. But it’s also political. And I don’t suppose my situation is unique.

(PS. I forgot to mention that my Surgery had a flood half-way through this whole process, which it’s still in the process of repairing; and which will excuse some of its failings, but not all.)

I watched the party Leader’s speech to the Tory Party Conference this morning. The protest was fun – Greenpeace interlopers unfurling a large yellow banner that read ‘Who voted for this?’ – which was greatly to the point; although it wasn’t a point that was picked up by the BBC commentators immediately afterwards. That point being, of course, that Truss was voted into Number 10 by only a very small minority of Tory party members, not even MPs, who didn’t represent anybody but their own reactionary and Right-wing kind. It would require another General election to legitimise her democratically; and especially when she’s abandoning many of the promises on which her party was elected (under Johnson) in 2019. She may find this is a weakness in the months to come. Looking at their faces in the hall, I’m not sure that most Tories like her much.

The speech had one basic theme, and one only: ‘Growth’ – the word repeated, I guess, about fifty times. That of course is a fundamental late-capitalist slogan, the thing that is supposed to justify the system, and may well do that to a great extent. What Truss added to it was the old idea that growth could only be achieved by unleashing individual enterprise, specifically by lowering taxes on individuals and companies – and very little more. (‘Low taxation’ was another of her repeated mantras.) That’s the theory, a simple and easily grasped one, and one that obviously appeals to anyone – like most Conservative party delegates – who have pots of money that they would like to keep. For those few among them who do care about the poor in their society, there’s always ‘trickle-down’ to ease their consciences.

But there’s little practical evidence for the ‘low tax’ theory. I presently live half my time in a country that is notorious for its high level of taxation, and therefore of social welfare expenditure, but still out-performs low-tax Britain in industrial production, inventiveness and material prosperity. (It produced a Nobel prize-winner only a couple of days ago.) Growth and high taxation are not mutually incompatible, but often the reverse. But of course only low taxes will enable the already wealthy to become obscenely rich.

Truss kept talking about an ‘Anti- Growth Coalition’ as the main obstacle to her entrepreneurial plans. That puzzled me. What is this ‘Coalition’? I’ve never heard of it before. How can I join?

I’ve just come from watching our new Home Secretary Cruella  – sorry, Suella – Braverman’s speech to the Conservative Conference in Birmingham on TV this afternoon. I was pleased originally when the job was taken away from the evil Priti Patel when Truss became Leader; but I clearly shouldn’t have been. Cruella – sorry again – is obviously cut from the same cloth. The speech was appalling: dull and pedestrian for a start; but – more to the point – full of libels against Labour – do ‘many’ of them really want to ‘defund’ the police? can Labour really be held responsible for Europe’s Human Rights legislation (I wish!)? and can it be true that it’s Labour that has been distracting the police from their proper duties in order to prosecute ‘identity crimes’? – as well as of swipes against do-gooders and lawyers – in general: ‘don’t get me talking about them!’ (cheers). All this, of course, is pure anti-‘wokery’, intended as fodder for the Tory faithful in the hall, who, as I’ve noted before, have been mercilessly pruned down since Boris’s original purge of Conservative Remainers, and then by Truss’s selection of her ministers on the basis of  their ‘loyalty’ – to her – to leave only the Party’s reactionary rump in Parliament, and in the constituencies. Remember that Truss was chosen leader only by a tiny number of members, and a narrow and extremist one at that.

It led me to speculate – yet again – on why so many of the Conservative Party’s recent leaders have been (a) sons and daughters of recent immigrants, and (b) women; two groups that one might have expected to shy away from a party so firmly associated with racism and misogyny in the past. I can think of possible reasons…. but for another time, not now.

Two little postscripts. (1) I noticed that a fair number in the hall weren’t clapping or cheering at her anti-wokery, which may give some comfort and encouragement to liberals, and to the nicer Conservatives. (2) She repeatedly asserted that she wanted to make it illegal for foreigners – any foreigners – to come to Britain ‘over the Channel’. Which made me wonder how else they could come here, with the Channel standing between England and the Continent in any case. Under it? Round the back? – She meant, of course, in little boats; but that’s not what she said.

So Marx was right all along. (To an extent.) Capitalism has an intrinsic and inevitable self-destructive tendency, which he thought – and hoped – would culminate in its ultimate replacement, via revolution, by a ‘dictatorship of the proletariat’, and then by socialism proper. He was wrong in thinking that this would come about quickly, starting in the most highly-developed capitalist economies in the world – Britain, Germany and the USA; certainly not Russia – and through the workers’ rising in revolution against their capitalist oppressors. He was also wrong in underestimating the resilience of capitalism, temporarily at any rate, through geographical expansion (imperialism), so easing the pressures from overproduction at home; through enlightened concessions to the proletariat (welfareism), in order to rub down capitalism’s roughest edges; and by means of sheer distraction: bread and circuses, royal displays, scapegoating outsiders, ‘culture wars’, negative propaganda directed against critics of the system, and so on. Marx couldn’t be expected to anticipate that all this could delay the inevitable collapse of the system as long as it has. But he may have been right to believe that his Götterdämmerung couldn’t be put off forever.

Could present-day events be an indication of this? I don’t only mean Kwarteng’s recent ill-judged mini budget; or the Covid pandemic; or Brexit; or the war in Ukraine; or the climate crisis – although all these appear to be pretty Götterdämmerungy; but the whole way the world seems to be moving just now. It’s beginning to look like the ‘end days’, of which the religious nutters speak. Personally, I hope not. I’ve too much to lose under our present dispensation, and don’t want to be associated with nutters. And there have been doomsayers before in our history. But it’s hard to avoid the thought. Some doomsayers have been right. (Cassandra is the prime example.) And Marx might also have been – in the very long run.

Modern British history certainly gives credence to this kind of analysis. Industrial capitalism flourished mightily in Britain in the late 18th and 19th centuries, before beginning to stumble in the so-called ‘Great Depression’ of the 1870s-on. From then onwards it was only saved from Marx’s predicted collapse by means of the ‘New’ imperialism, and then its diversion – on the back of this – into the ‘finance’ mode of capitalism which is still sustaining it today. All this kept the system going, for the rich. But not for the relatively poor, to whom the benefits of the system were demonstrably not ‘trickling down’, or not sufficiently. That required another approach, or escape route: the Keynesian or social democratic one, with popular reform financed out of taxation; together with enough legerdemain and right-wing propaganda – at their most effective during the Brexit referendum – to take the losers’ eyes off the ball. That’s kept Götterdämmerung away so far.

But the breakdown – if Marx was right; again, I hope not – was always going to come. For the past fifty years or so the capitalist wolf has been straining at the leash imposed on it by social democracy and welfareism, complaining at their negative impact on growth. Capitalism has always required ‘growth’ in order merely to continue to exist – ‘expand or die’. Over those years it showed its face at various times in different forms: Selsdon Man (remember him?), the TaxPayers’ Alliance, Margaret Thatcher, the European Research Group, always some Right-wing ideologues on the Conservative Parliamentary benches; and most recently Brexit; one of whose clear – if sometimes heavily disguised – ambitions was to ‘complete the Thatcher revolution’. This tendency was for long underestimated by the Left and by the ‘middle ground’ in British politics, and indeed was often derided as merely eccentric during that relatively consensual period when both main parties adhered to ‘Butskellism’ (after the names of two of their Chancellors) as the economic and political orthodoxy of the day. But it was growing stronger but also more problematically all the while, possibly because, as an inevitable force of nature, it couldn’t be kept down for good, until today: when not only in Britain but also in the USA and other countries of the world it appears to be reaching its apogee.

Not being an economist, let alone a Marxist one, I can’t fully understand the mechanics of this process; although as a historian I can say that at least it fits the facts, and I can see some of the human and social factors that have helped it on. They include, most recently, the manipulation of the politics of Britain – and possibly of the USA – by people and interest groups some of whom were largely unaware of the greater project they were serving; often because they simply didn’t realise that they were entrapped within the values of that project – Thatcher’s ‘TINA’, ‘there is no alternative’; or because they were only interested in serving their personal ambitions. Johnson and Truss were (are) two of these, as is the Conservative party generally, with the latter’s policy-making leadership now whittled down by stages from its previously fairly broad base – remember the ‘wets’? – to a narrow neo-liberal (or ultra-capitalist) cadre. Truss and Kwarteng – both overtly prioritizing ‘growth’ over redistribution – are the most extreme ideological ‘free market’ capitalist leaders Britain has ever had; at least since the time of Gladstone. Is this a sign of desperation? Together with the incipient quasi-fascism the present government seems to be encouraging? Historically, fascism has been another familiar response to – or feature of – capitalism in extremis.

Looking back over the history of Britain over the past two hundred years, as I’ve tried to do in a couple of my most ignored books – Britannia’s Burden (1994) and now Britain’s Contested History (2022) – it is difficult to escape the idea that this – the slow and unsteady evolution of capitalism in Britain and elsewhere, from its heroic (and largely industrial) origins, to its present financial, pretty corrupt and desperate stage – is an inevitable, ‘historically determined’ one. It may even be its final one, before everything collapses – economies, polities, our over-exploited natural resources, maybe life on earth itself – in that great Götterdämmerung to come.

I still think we can be saved, with a measure of socialism, perhaps; but it will require a great struggle against the bankers, the hedge-funders, the likes of the Daily Mail, our modern Etonians (Kwarteng is one of them); and even the fates – perhaps, if Marx was essentially right.

Incidentally, didn’t George Bernard Shaw offer a Marxist reading of The Ring? I must check.

This is not, of course a new idea; even in Thatcher’s and Reagan’s time. Reading some of the rationales offered for it after Kwasi Kwarteng’s recent non-budget, reminded me of a lecture I gave to my university History students fifty years ago, which sought to explain how the theory was presented to the British people two hundred years ago.

By ‘people’ I mean the working classes of Britain, who were assumed to be mere children in these matters; which explains the patronizing style of the little story I’m about to retail. Some of this neo-liberal propaganda came in the form of simple tales like this, for the plebs. They were distributed among peasants and factory-workers free, tucked into the baskets of food and religious literature – the equivalent of today’s food banks – that were taken round to their hovels by charitable middle-class women. One, printed in 1817, was entitled Village Politics, Addressed to all the Mechanics, Journeymen, and Labourers, in Great Britain, by Will Chip, a Country Carpenter. In that case ‘Will Chip’ was a lie from the start; its real author was one Hannah More, a prolific and very middle-class religious propagandist, who probably wouldn’t have known one end of a chisel from the other if it had been stuck in her hand. Another was by a woman called Mrs Jane Marcet; from whose sizeable literary oeuvre this little story from 1833 comes.

It goes like this. John Hopkins, a poor labourer with a large family, starts getting bolshie ideas. Here I am, he says, half starving, while my landlord rides about in a rich carriage; isn’t it the rich who, by their extravagance, deprive us poor working people of bread? So he persuades a fairy – who happens to be nearby – to wave her magic wand and abolish all luxuries. When John gets home, however, he gets a nasty shock. Firstly, all his luxuries have disappeared: his pipe, his snuff, and so on. What is worse, and more telling, he finds all his friends and relatives thrown out of work: the nearby silk factory has had to close down, all the fine carriages have been have been turned into wagons, carts and ploughs, so carriage-makers are unemployed, and cartwrights as well, because there are now more carts than are needed. And John himself is dismissed from his job as a farm labourer, because his landlord’s farm is now too big for his new non-luxurious style of living, so he is going to let most of it go uncultivated. ‘I am now living on the produce of less than half of my estate’, he explains, ‘so why take the trouble to cultivate more, as there are no luxuries to purchase?’

In despair, John gets the fairy to change everything back to the way it was before. ‘Immediately’ – the story goes on – ‘the stately mansion rose from the lowly cottage; the heavy teams began to prance and snort… but most of all was it delightful to see the turned-off workmen running to their looms and their spindles; the young girls and old women enchanted to regain possession of their lost lace-cushions, on which they depended for a livelihood, and everything offering a prospect of wealth and happiness…’

‘John’, concludes Mrs Marcet, ‘grew wise by this lesson; and whenever anyone complained of the hardness of the times, and laid it to the score of the rich, took it upon himself to prove that the poor were gainers, not losers, by luxuries… “Why then,” he said, “after all, the rich and the poor have but one and the same interest – that is very strange! I had always thought they had been as wide apart as the east is from the west! But now I am convinced that the comforts of the poor are derived from the riches of the rich!”’ End of story.

That is surely ‘trickle down’ in essence. It goes way back, as a means of justifying inequality, in the interests – of course – of the rich. It’s interesting to see it returning so blatantly today, under Truss and Kwarteng, and after it has been so thoroughly discredited by most economists. When I delivered that lecture in 1969, we – I and my students – all assumed it was just history, inconceivable in that more enlightened, social democratic age. But you never can tell, in the present deeply reactionary times.