Saturday, 28 July 2012



26 July 2012 9:22 PM

What’s that noise? They’re Building a Coffin for Liberty

Is it in the film of ‘Far From the ‘Madding Crowd’ that the closing scenes show Farmer Boldwood, condemned to death for the murder of a rival in love, sitting gaunt in his narrow cell, listening to the prison carpenter making his coffin? Something like that. This rather unpleasant image comes to mind again as I read a pamphlet I wrongly neglected when it first came out ‘The Rise of the Equalities Industry’ by Peter Saunders, published last November by one of the better think tanks, Civitas. We are not sitting in a cell. Nobody has told us we are to die in the morning. But if we listen carefully we can hear the hammering, sawing and planing of the crude coffin in which our liberty is to be nailed down and buried. Or perhaps it is the scaffold on which it is to be guillotined (no honest British gallows for this execution). We listen, we don’t understand what we hear, and we do nothing. Probably it is too late to do anything anyway.

The pamphlet attracted very little attention at the time, as such work often does. Finding it on one of the slithering heaps of unread material in my office (and planning, as I am to take two weeks away from my desk to write the index of my own new book) I thought ‘This could be interesting’, and picked it up. So gripped was I that I was still studying it two days later during the interval of a very fine open-air ‘Hamlet’ (performed in the majestic courtyard of the Bodleian Library in Oxford last week).

I think Professor Saunders (interesting as he is) does not know the half of it. The real nature of these matters is known only to those of us who were part of the revolutionary project and have defected from it. But he has done a lot of the necessary spadework, and those who read his work will find they have at least understood the architecture of the new totalitarianism which is slowly but relentlessly rising out of the ruins of British law, the wreckage of our mixed constitution, the remains of our limited government, and the void where our impartial civil service and competent, thrifty local government used to stand. If we had a properly educated middle class, which knew how to think instead of what to think, I don’t think this project could succeed. But the enemies of liberty began, very wisely, by wrecking the schools and the universities.

What’s it about? First of all, it comes close to grasping why egalitarianism is such a danger. For me, ‘equality’ is not a particularly attractive objective anyway. Why should it be? But I always find people are shocked when I say so.

Let me explain . Equality before God simply exists, for the religious believer, as an absolute in Eternity. It reminds us that no human worth, achievement, wealth, fame, beauty, honour or praise has any importance before the throne of the Heavenly Grace. We brought nothing into this world and we can assuredly carry nothing out. We should live our lives in this knowledge. But the idea that this should in any way be reflected in some sort of absolute material equality, in this life, is fatuous. We all have different gifts, and in many cases these gifts do not shine very brightly in this world, however glorious they may be in the next (and vice versa). Kindness, hospitality, charity, generosity are all required from those to whom much is given. Equality is not.

Equality before the law is more persuasive, and is certainly an ideal to be aimed at, even in the certain knowledge that it might be approached but cannot be attained. But any practical, wise and experienced person knows that this equality is a fantasy, and will always remain so. Also, that any serious attempt to achieve it will suffer from the usual defects of Utopianism – it will fail, people will be killed and imprisoned in the process, and at the end of it the law will be more unequal than it was to start with.

Material equality is plainly absurd, cannot be brought into existence and is only maintained as a propaganda fiction in societies whose elites keep their privileges secret through censorship, and preserve them inviolate through terror. It is not desirable, for if all are rewarded equally, and people vary in their talents and energies, then many will suffer, talents will wither unused and corruption will be widespread . Some instances : under the Soviet system, all doctors, good or bad, were paid the same. It did not take long for the acute citizen to find out who the good ones were, but their services could only be secured through bribes. The same rule applied to places in better schools, or the allocations of apartments in better districts. Elite privilege carried more weight than bribery, but was in itself corrupt, as it secured the silence and uncritical support of those (the ‘Nomenklatura’) whom the elite admitted to privilege.

I know more about this than most, because during my time in Soviet Moscow I was able to live in a Nomenklatura apartment, with the Brezhnev and Andropov families as my near neighbours. I have never had such magnificent quarters – 14-foot ceilings, chandeliers, oak parquet floors, a sweeping view of Moscow from the University to the Kremlin on one side, and of the Moscow River on the other. And this was in the Homeland of Equality. As a foreigner I could not take advantage of the dacha (country cottage) in the forest outside Moscow , which came with the apartment, as it was too close to an anti-ballistic missile launch site which I was not supposed to see. Nor did I qualify for entry to the special secret restaurants where the elite ate, or the special elite shops where they bought their privileged supplies of fresh meat and vegetables. Nor was I allowed to use the special hospitals, in lush gardens behind high walls, where the elite were treated. But these things existed, and my experience of this secret inequality was only the foothills. The truly powerful Communists lived in secluded woodland mansions with battalions of servants, and roared down the city streets along special (Olympic-style?) lanes, which were heated in winter so that they never iced over. So much for material equality. Later, as the Bolshevik privileges faded, I had to pay for my Moscow privileges with hard cash, the way you do anywhere else.

Professor Saunders explains that the equality pursued by the British government is not, as it pretends, the equality of treatment (which is more pernicious than it sounds); nor is it equality of opportunity (which is the only kind compatible with a free society). It is *equality of outcome*.

Professor Saunders shows that this is the hidden, third element on which the entire strategy is based’ . It is clear, when you study the actual rules, that equality of outcome is the aim (the attempt to get universities to lower their standards so as to equalise their intake is the clearest and most blatant example of this).

But ‘nothing is said explicitly about …equality of outcomes’.

He shows his lack of knowledge of the enemy by saying ‘’Unequal outcomes unthinkingly get used as evidence of unequal treatment’.

I challenge that ‘unthinkingly’. There are undoubtedly people who have thought about this, though they do not include the Equalities Minister, Mrs Theresa May. Mrs May, once a doughty opponent of all-women shortlists for MPs (She said ‘I’m totally opposed to Labour’s idea of all-women shortlists and I think they are an insult to women. I‘ve competed equally with men in my career and I have been happy to do so in politics too’) mysteriously and so far as I know without any explanation later reversed her position, just in time for the Cameron era. She then more or less welcomed Harriet Harman’s Equalities Bill, the legislative basis for the greatest expansion of thought control in modern Britain.

She said: ‘I look forward to working constructively with them on ensuring that we have workable and practical legislation to provide for a fair society.’ Miss Harman thanked her for her ‘broad welcome for the package’.

No wonder then that the Coalition is now ’committed to the most radical form of egalitarian thinking – the belief in equal outcomes’. The Tory party, having failed to oppose the Harman Bill, is now finding that it is bound to follow it. No use blaming Nick Clegg. They sold the pass long before they got together with the Liberal Democrats and should stop pretending otherwise. As ‘equality’ has now started to apply to class as well as to sex, race, sexual orientation, we are fast reaching the stage when an economic policy might have to be rejected because it allegedly threatens the equal rights of ‘disadvantaged’ economic groups. The courts might well rule that it did so. People’s Republic, here we come.

Professor Saunders also points out that this process has not been the result of popular demand, but the wilful programme of the 1960s university generation, in London and Brussels . ‘For almost fifty years, progressive politicians have been introducing laws designed to *change* the way people think and behave about issues like these, rather than to reflect them. Especially in more recent times, the law has been sued as an ideological battering ram, both by Westminster politicians and by Brussels, to forcibly redefine social norms’.

He traces the salami-slicing method by which a small body designed to stop racial discrimination has grown into the enormous and costly Equality and Human Rights Commission (itself a branch of the unjustly-ignored Fundamental Rights Agency based in Vienna). From protecting people against insults and outrages, it has taken on the task of ‘promoting’ equality, and now increasingly it has the power and the money not merely to promote it but to enforce it, through employment codes of practice supported by trade unions and decisive in the outcomes of tribunals, fines, the withholding of government contracts and ultimately the civil and criminal law.

Equality, of course, doesn’t mean what it used to mean. Linked with ’diversity’ it means that Christianity is no longer the accepted religion of this country, but one among many faiths, equal to them all and (like the rest) slightly more equal than Islam, because the British state is nervous of Islam and does not want to upset it. The effect of this is actually to make Christianity a slighted and discouraged faith, as it has to be reminded from time to time of its lost status and its new subservient role. State employees, as we have found in a series of cases, can get into trouble for trying to spread a Christian message at work or to act at work according to Christian principles (how long before this applies to those who do it too noisily outside work?). I have yet to hear of this happening to members of any other faith. But I am sure that there will soon be a concerted assault on the remaining Christian presence in the state schools, beginning with dilution of entry requirements and the power to give preference in hiring teachers to members of a faith, and ending in effective abolition.

I suspect a similar fate faces the English language in time. The estate of Marriage is also now ‘equal’ to ‘any relationship’ , which one again means that it has been stripped of its former privileges and needs to be reminded of its new, diminished status by being treated with some coldness by bureaucracy, and not acknowledged in official documents (I believe the words ‘husband’ and wife’ are increasingly disappearing from forms , replaced by ‘partner’).

From a legitimate concern for the victims of racial discrimination, what Peter Simple long ago called ‘The Race Relations Industry’ has jumped the logic barrier into other areas which are wholly different (see my chapter on the important differences between – for example – racism, sexism and homophobia in my book ‘The Cameron Delusion’, originally published in hardback as ‘The Broken Compass’) for a demolition of the idea that the three are the same, or can or should be treated in the same way. There’s also an exploration of the important switch from ‘racialism’, namely a moronic, indefensible discrimination on the grounds of skin colour to ‘racism’ (in which racial prejudice is falsely equated with defence of indigenous cultures) , which I recommend to any interested reader.

As Professor Saunders points out, decades have gone by during which there has been no serious intellectual challenge to this wobbling mountain of tripe. Positive discrimination exists in all but name. Even supposedly conservative private firms adopt the rules of equality and diversity.

But the EHRC is in fact the nucleus of a Thought Police. Since the Macpherson report dispensed with any need for evidence for an accusation of ‘racism’ ( the same of course applies to the other isms and phobias) the subjective wounded feelings of anyone can create a thought crime. The adoption of ‘racially aggravated’ categories of crime, with much heavier sentences than non-aggravated offences, has given the police and the CPS enormous power to pursue people who say out loud (or are accused of doing so) things which the new elite don’t like. The recent bizarre prosecution of Cinnamon Heathcote Drury, charged with ‘racially aggravated assault’ of a Muslim woman in Tesco (thrown out by a jury) shows how vulnerable anyone is to such accusations. Yes, she was acquitted. But many people wouldn’t or couldn’t have risked a jury trial, something increasingly difficult to obtain.

And the modern British jury is an unreliable defence. Political correctness, egalitarianism and poor education have all found their way into the jury room, and the majority verdict has destroyed the power of the obstinate Henry Fonda character to resist a rush to judgement. ( see the chapter ’Twelve Angry Persons’ in my book ‘The Abolition of Liberty’).

Actually, I suspect we are just at the very beginning of a process which will end with a true Thought Police. The Police themselves are feeling their way, cautiously. They would like to act more, but it is too soon. Remember those bizarre inquiries one Welsh force made about public figures who had allegedly been disrespectful of the Welsh? I asked them what law they were applying. They never answered. But I suspect they had in mind Section 5 of the Public order Act of 1986, a sloppily drafted and silly piece of work originally aimed at football hooligans (now the subject of a worthy campaign for reform whose fortunes it will be interesting to observe) . Section 5 makes it an offence to use “threatening, abusive or insulting words or behaviour, or disorderly behaviour” or to display “any writing, sign or other visible representation which is threatening, abusive or insulting” within the hearing or sight of a person “likely to be caused harassment, alarm or distress thereby”. Combined with Lord Macpherson’s view on what constitutes a racist incident, this is of course irresistible, especially once police, CPS, the Judges’ bench and the Appeal courts have all been thoroughly politically corrected, a process close to completion.

I think the police officers who in 2005 and 2006 investigated various public figures who had said unfashionable things about homosexuality (one of these was Sir Iqbal Sacranie, then head of the Muslim Council of Britain, another was the Christian pro-marriage campaigner Lynette Burrows ) on the radio were also relying on the same Act. Again, they never followed through (see below for the reason why not) . At the time they said homophobic racist and domestic incidents were ‘priority crimes’. They then told the media ‘We can confirm that a member of the public brought to our attention an incident which he believed to be homophobic. All parties have been spoken to by the police. No allegation of crime has been made. A report has been taken but is now closed.. Note that ‘which he believed to be homophobic’. In law, that’s all that is necessary.

The Public Order Act 1986 is the law used against the elderly preacher Harry Hammond, who was arrested (yes, he was) after being pelted with lumps of mud, pushed to the ground, pelted with mud and abused by homosexual rights campaigners (who were not arrested). He was then successfully prosecuted before magistrates for annoying them. An appeal, held unusually after his death, failed. He had held up a placard bearing the words ‘Stop Homosexuality’, which was his basic message, He had offered no personal insults. One fascinating feature of this case is that the two police officers at the scene disagreed openly about what to do, and have evidence on opposite sides in the courtroom. The younger, more PC police officers who are now pretty much universal have for long been trained in equality and diversity. There is a steady dribble of cases of preachers and others arrested and sometimes tried for speech code offences of this kind. My guess is that the police and the CPS they are restrained mainly by the existence of a strong free press. There is a steady dribble of cases of preachers and others arrested and sometimes tried for speech code offences of this kind.

NB : I expect that this will be my last posting (apart from my Mail on Sunday column
which will be posted as usual) till after the Olympics. . I may be tempted to engage in
other verbal combat, but I may not.

Well, listen to the sound of saws and chisels. Lord Justice Leveson is busy making a coffin for that. And when the strong free press is gone, wait for the knock on the door. Antonio Gramsci is well on the way to scoring his first victory, and the European regions on these islands will be the first to learn that revolutions don’t always happen through noisy and violent convulsions. Indeed, the most effective revolutions take place while people are looking the other way, as everyone has been. All the buildings are left standing. But the laws, liberties, traditions, morals, faith and loyalty are destroyed, and carted away to some place of desolation where the remnants can be desecrated and burned. Quomodo sedet sola Civitas (you can have fun looking that up).

25 July 2012 12:03 PM

Cowardice, Words, Drugs, Guns and Reason

I thought it was time for some dialogue, and some responses to comments, in a slightly random order. Mr Barnes suggests that in my travels abroad I have been guarded by some sort of ‘posse’ of protectors. Not so. Only the BBC can afford this sort of thing. I also have never worn a bullet-proof vest or a helmet. But I have had some very brave companions (in many cases female) who have certainly been a stay and comfort in time of trouble. And I am a poltroon, a word I use because it seems to me to be more expressive of my particular kind of well-though-out self-preservation, not because I expect people will have to look it up. In fact I am amazed that so many people do have to look it up. This is another feature of the death of proper English, that as bad words come in and force out good ones, good old words die because nobody uses them any more.

Of course, I don’t know for certain if I could do brave things in combat, because I’ve never been tested in that way – and I know that people often manage to act bravely, with their hearts in their boots and their bowels melting (this, by the way, is an actual physical sensation which I once experienced when nearly killed by a lorry in Peckham High Road, the closest to death I think I’ve been), because they are ashamed to run away in front of their comrades. I also know from more than one acquaintance who has been under fire that you often don’t run away because it’s safer to stay where you are. I stress my own weakness because I dislike the cult of the noble war reporter, clad in flak jacket and sun-hat, striding off towards the front line and (in general) reporting the conflict as a drama, without any political understanding. I’m sorry when they get killed, and admire their bravery, but I actually don’t think this sort of journalism contributes very much towards the world’s understanding of conflict.

Leaving that aside, I knew perfectly well that my cautious thoughts on the possible role of drugs in the Aurora shooting would be attacked as prejudice by some of my readers. And it duly was. I must also own up to failing to spot an important typographical error. It was before 1920, not 1820, that Britain’s gun laws made those of Texas look effeminate. I have now corrected it. I am grateful to the reader who spotted the inconsistency.

The whole subject is explored in the chapter ‘Out of the Barrel of a Gun’ in my 2003 book ‘A Brief History of Crime’. It enraged so many people that I took it out of the paperback version ‘The Abolition of Liberty’ in the vain hope that the book would then get the attention it deserved. A silly delusion. I now wish I hadn’t.

My conclusion was then, and remains now, that general prohibitions on gun ownership affect only the law-abiding. Where such laws exist, criminals and terrorists will be the only people who own guns. When I lived in Washington DC, there was a strict gun ban according to local law. The north-east of the city in those days echoed each night to the sound of gunfire. (I might say that in nearby northern Virginia, where it was legal to carry a concealed gun if you were an adult with no criminal record, peace reigned. I am not saying that it reigned because of this law, or that gunfire raged in DC because of the DC law, just that laws in themselves don’t necessarily have the effect their drafters expect). This cannot possibly be the intended consequence of the well-intentioned leftists who seek gun control. So why do they do it? They do it because they aren’t thinking, that’s why, and also because they regard themselves as automatically superior to their opponents, and so feel no need to engage with the arguments of those opponents. Sensible specific laws to keep guns out of the hands of convicted felons (which of course hugely increase penalties if such persons are found in possession of firearms) are only of any value if they don’t apply to those without such records.

On the question of gun bans as opposed to drug bans, drugs have only one use, to stupefy or otherwise alter the mental state of the person taking them. Guns have many uses – including several generally accepted as good, such as defence of habitation, sport, defence of women against the danger of rape (look up Second Amendment Sisters). In my view the freedom (not necessarily exercised) to own guns is also essential for a populace which wants to be on sensible terms with the state. This has been long recognised in English law. Switzerland, which relies on a well-trained citizen army to maintain its independence, has another, comparable, argument.

As to the question of drugs and mass shootings, I am not saying crudely that these drugs *cause* shootings. I am saying that it seems to be the case that a large number of these mass murderers have been taking, or were at the time taking, legal or illegal psychotropic drugs. I would also point out that such events also happen in countries, such as Germany and Finland, here so far as I know there are strict general gun laws). I’m unconvinced, by the way, that anyone would commit a crime of this kind for the brief celebrity that it might provide. Afterwards they’ll either be dead, or locked up among unpleasant people for the rest of their lives. If they can calculate the fame, they can calculate that either they won’t be around to enjoy it, or that the price is too high to be worth it.

Only if their reason was in some way unbalanced or overthrown could they consider such an action seriously, plan it, equip themselves for it and the carry it out. And, as I often point out here, individual madness is very rare in uninjured people of normal physical health. It’s reasonable to look for a cause. A ban on press and media attention given to such events might prevent an important clue from emerging. A general inquisitiveness about the killer’s use of legal and illegal drugs could ensure that we began to see if the correlation was any more than a coincidence.

My guess is that this doesn’t happen because cannabis and antidepressants (and, as I have found here, steroids) have powerful lobbies of supporters, often in the media, who take them themselves, and don’t want to find out, let alone publicise, any bad news about them. The main barrier to knowledge is and always will be that people don’t want to know it. What would happen to the amazingly successful ‘medical marijuana’ red herring if THC came to be associated with rage killers? When it comes to legal drugs, their manufacturers are pretty hot on squashing suggestions at inquests that they might have been harmful. Who can blame them. This is a very big business.

My point is not, in fact, that drugs cause mass shootings. They don’t, any more than guns do. But what if the drugs are so powerful that random individuals can be sent over the edge of madness by taking them? Wouldn’t this then be too high a price to pay for their general availability? it would be relatively simple for governments to rein in the amount of drug taking (legal and illegal) in the modern world, if the connection were made. First, we must make a serious effort to study the matter. Who can oppose that? I am accused of having made my mind up in advance. I haven’t. I repeatedly say that I don’t know. I repeatedly call for an expert inquiry – whose conclusions I should obviously be bound to accept, if I had also accepted its membership and terms of reference. But I also think that if I kept silent about my very strong suspicion, I would be an irresponsible poltroon.

3 July 2012 5:58 PM

Theorising Without Data

Sherlock Holmes always said that it was a capital error to speculate about events when you lacked the information. But sometimes the data are just elusive. Should I then speculate anyway, like all the people who are blaming easy access to guns for the Aurora killing, when Americans have had easy access to guns for centuries, but this sort of killing is comparatively new? Or should I just ask ‘Why don’t we have any data on this yet ?’ And if I do, will I be told off for even suggesting it might be important to have such data? Probably, if I know my pro-drug contributors as well as I think I do. Here goes anyway.

I have only just learned (for instance) from my friend and colleague Mary Ellen Synon (who has written about this subject elsewhere on Right Minds) , that the Oklahoma City mass murderer, Timothy McVeigh, was a heavy user of drugs – methamphetamine and cannabis.

This was revealed by Michael Fortier, one of McVeigh’s accomplices. He was himself a drug user, and introduced McVeigh to his vices.

I had expected to find evidence of this kind , as my theory - that a large number of such killings are undertaken by people who have been unhinged by legal or illegal drugs – would suggest that McVeigh was likely to have such a thing in his past. Current use isn’t always the problem. Past use can have unhinged the person for good. But it is only thanks to Mary Ellen’s diligent digging that I have discovered this about McVeigh.

Liberal media on both sides of the Atlantic are always anxious to rush off in their favourite direction – ‘gun control’, when there is a horrible mass murder . You can see why they do this. They think all rural Americans are homicidal hillbilly gun nuts who need to be controlled, and miss no opportunity to call for this. Rural Americans, in return, regard urban liberals as effeminate milksops who have no idea what America is for, and laugh at their concerns.

Since researching the facts of the matter for a controversial chapter in my much-disliked and widely-unbought book ‘A Brief History of Crime’ I have been stuck with the awkward knowledge that, if you don’t like guns (and as it happens I dislike them a lot, being myself a suburban milksop and poltroon who has seen the results of gunfire on the human frame), universal gun control is a completely useless way of keeping them out of the hands of bad people.

Judged purely on reason and facts, the rural hillbillies and the National Rifle Association are in the right, and the degree-draped New York liberals are clueless, and have never really thought about the matter because they are so sure that they possess the high ground. The hillbillies may not have thought about it either, but it doesn’t make them any less correct. The right to bear arms is a guarantee of liberty, as recognised in our own Bill of Rights in 1689, and guns don’t fire themselves. People fire them. What’s more, this country’s gun laws, before 1920, made Texas look soppy. And pre-1920 Britain was not raked with lawless gunfire. Far from it.

But back to McVeigh for a moment. When I wrote an article about his execution some years ago, I read a thumping great biography of him, and I cannot recall there being any mention of drugs. If there was, it was in passing and not stressed or linked to his behaviour. Likewise, Anders Breivik’s willingly-given details of his use of drugs were given a passing mention in his swirling ‘manifesto’. And while all kinds of other loopy psychobabble/ psycho-political theories about how a silly fat loner became a mass murderer have been done to death, I know of nobody apart from me who has ever explored this factor.

Nobody is interested. The connection (despite the many extraordinary coincidences, in cases of mass shooting and the use of drugs by the shooter, from Columbine onwards) is just not made by the media. Why is this? Partly it’s because of the gun control hobby horse, which satisfies the immediate demand for analysis, and which makes media executives happy. Is it also partly because so many media people are taking legal or illegal drugs themselves, and are unwilling to wonder if these things may have dangers? I don’t know.

But so far (and this has happened in several of the recent US shootings) there is *no hard information at all* on this subject. It is not that we know that James Holmes didn’t take any kind of drugs. It is not that we know he did. We don’t know if he did or he didn’t, because the media present haven’t pressed the question, and because the authorities haven’t, apparently thought it worthwhile to look into it.

And to this day most people don’t know that McVeigh and Breivik were messing with their minds by swallowing or otherwise ingesting powerful substances which could have affected their minds. It just hasn’t been treated as important. That doesn’t mean it isn’t. We often look in the wrong place for our explanations, as medical science attests down the ages. Leech, anyone? Pre-frontal lobotomy?


One curious thing has been reported about James Holmes. A car in the family’s San Diego driveway, believed to belong to his parents, bore a sticker with the words ‘To Write Love on her Arms’. This is the name of a Florida-based charity said to work on ‘issues of depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide’. Holmes was also a student of ‘neuroscience’ , a branch of knowledge often linked with the advocacy of drugs for alleged conditions such as ‘ADHD’ ‘ADD’ and ‘Clinical Depression’. But that’s all I know. I want to know more. So should you. So should my media colleagues, and the police, and those who are interested in preventing any more of these ghastly events. It might be important. And it is important to know if it is, or if it isn’t. We won’t get there by not asking. So, can someone in Colorado please ask? And keep asking?

We Had it So Good

Everyone (well, maybe not everyone, but almost everyone) has heard of Harold Macmillan’s 1957 boast (or perhaps warning) that ‘Most of our people have never had it so good’. It must be part of the inspiration for the title of Linda Grant’s latest novel ‘We Had it So Good’ which I have just finished. (This is not to be confused with Dominic Sandbrook’s popular history epic with a similar title). It is of course about that lucky, selfish generation that went to co college in the 1960s and now rules the world. It is at least an attempt to write about a major, serious subject of our times.


Ms Grant is not my ideal modern novelist. If I had to say what I liked most, I’d go for Philip Roth’s trilogy (not his other books), William Boyd, Alan Judd (a recent, welcome discovery – why doesn’t he get more attention?) and – to my surprise – A.S. Byatt. But she is interesting, especially to me. I now know that Ms Grant must have been at the University of York round about the time I was there in the early 1970s – as were Greg Dyke, former BBC Director General, Harriet Harman, queen of PC, Helen Dunmore (whose novel about the Siege of Leningrad is extraordinarily good). I can’t recall any of them, except for Greg Dyke, and Harriet Harman says she can’t remember me either, though it was in those days a very small university and I was quite noisy, not always in a good way.


Greg Dyke keeps telling a story about me turning up late for some tutorial saying I’d been busy starting the revolution. I think I know, the (boring, obscure) origin of this fable, namely a lame excuse I offered for being late with an essay after a weekend spent servicing a Bolshevik cell of trade unionists in Scarborough. I wouldn’t have used such a phrase, though – and I am more or less certain that Mr Dyke and I never shared a tutorial group (in those days York University still aspired to this Oxbridge way of teaching). I’ve tried a few times to correct it on ‘Wikipedia’, but someone seems so anxious to have it there that I can’t be bothered any more, and if it makes Greg happy, now he is Chancellor of the University, who am I to mind? I mainly remember him being unfashionably attached to the Labour Party, a body which all true leftists despised by the end of the 1960s, and looking pretty furry.


Who could have thought, as we lazed on the subsidised lawns and strolled round the subsidised lake, that we would all end up as we have?


This is why I was interested in Linda Grant’s book, as it takes as its theme a 1960s student couple who emerge in our era well-off, still married and yet deeply discontented, unfulfilled, baffled by their children and quite lonely. It doesn’t, I might add, parallel my life, as by the time I got to York I was a puritan Trotskyist, sometimes jeered at as the only person on the campus who didn’t smoke dope, and resolved – having ceased to be a teenager – to stop listening to the popular music that I then thought would fade as my generation grew up. I was already too serious for my own good, and was destined to get even more so.


Of course, they didn’t grow up. Most of them still haven’t, which is why so many of them hang out at Glastonbury, or in Hyde Park late at night, listening to the screech of tortured metal which they refer to as ‘music’ (I won’t risk any exact categories, as people seem to care so much about this. But it’s not J.S. Bach) . I was lucky in a way, though it was quite hard-bought luck. I’d had my teenage revolt and found it led quickly to squalor and worse. I’d done what teenagers were expected to do and been dissatisfied. I’d worked for a living for a bit, done my own laundry and and paid my own rent. I’d been more or less compelled (thanks to my own earlier folly) to study hard and unsupervised to get the A-levels I needed to make it to university. I had been, at 17, the cause of a serious road accident in which I was also (thank Heaven) the only serious victim. So I had an unusual experience of pain and fear. And I had always known that the moment the University days ended, I would have to earn a living. I could expect no inheritance and very little help.


Now, one of the things that made me read Ms Grant’s book was that I had been astonished by an earlier novel of hers ‘When I lived in Modern Times’. Though she couldn’t possibly have remembered it herself, she seemed to have found out or understood something about British colonial life in the Mediterranean in the 1940s that I had also absorbed. It’s very hard to communicate , but there’s an effect of the light, of the architecture and the smell in the air which I always get when I’m in Jerusalem, or Nicosia or Gibraltar or – even more so – Malta. I expect I’d find it in Alexandria if I ever managed to get there. It’s a feeling of a time which, as her title suggests, seemed very modern and urgent to those living through it, which was still very much in the age of concrete and motor cars and radios. But, thanks to the abrupt collapse of the British Empire it is now as remote from us as any other archaeological remains. They were modern times, but modern in an old-fashioned, archaic way – an old-fashioned future like the one envisaged at the 1939 New York World’s Fair. Perhaps if the Empire had survived, it would have been the future we actually got.


I suspect I inherited this sensation. I was in Malta for less than a year after my birth, and can’t possibly have any direct memory of the place , though when I go back it seems curiously familiar .


My parents probably had the best years of their lives in Malta, then the headquarters of the British Mediterranean Fleet where my father was stationed from 1949 to 1952. They were spared the privations of rationed Britain. They lived on the nice allowances which officers in HM forces tended to get only when abroad. I assume there were servants. I know there were pleasant clubs to which they belonged. The luxuries of life were duty free, and the never-resting sea lay at the end of every vista.


I am dimly aware of this in some way that resembled memory, but it isn’t. In the same way, I was once jolted to my core when, during a weekend spent in a warship, I half-woke from sleep to hear a particular phrase in a call on the ship’s public address system, and knew that I *had heard that precise form of words before at some point in my life*. Yet I also know, with utter certainty, that I hadn’t ever heard it before. The same was so with some of the Naval slang I later heard on board. I think we do inherit some memories from our parents.


Anyway, this is a cumbersome way of saying that Ms Grant had imagined Tel Aviv in the last days of British Palestine in a way which I found utterly arresting and believable. She had also (in a way I’ve only ever seen matched by John le Carre in his better books, and now by Alan Judd – see above) caught the language and the attitude to life of the British military classes, what they knew, what they didn’t, what they thought of certain types of people and certain ways of thinking. How she did it, I don’t know.


Some of her dialogue in ‘They had it so good’ is by contrast , unbelievably clunky. There’s a conversation between Oxford undergraduates that makes me wince, so stilted is it.


But by no means all of it is like this. One passage, in which she describes a child witnessing and slowly understanding the disastrous failure of her parents’ genteel dress-for-dinner holiday hotel, thanks to the British middle class’s cultural revolution in taste, is so bitterly realistic that it sounds is if it comes from personal experience, though it surely cannot.


She was also writing about Oxford in the years when Bill Clinton was a Rhodes Scholar there – an Oxford I personally remember as a fascinated townie rather than as a university insider. And she has some of it pretty right.


What is in a way most striking about the book is that the central characters assume that taking (and in one case manufacturing) illegal drugs is perfectly normal. They continue to assume this from their student years until their maturity. There is precious little evidence of a stern authoritarian war on drugs in these people’s lives, and their attitude to the subject is such that you’d expect them to be amazed if anyone came between them and their pleasure.


I think this true of modern Britain, and is a large part of what I have been arguing here for years.

What matters most... the right of the Rock Gods to make a racket - or YOUR right to a quiet life?

This is Peter Hitchens's Mail on Sunday column

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If a man burst into your house and started painting the walls, you’d throw him out and call the police. You wouldn’t care if he said: ‘But I really like this colour. So should you.’


If a stranger bustled into your kitchen and cooked a meal for you, then ordered you to eat it, you’d think he was mad, even if he said: ‘But I really like this sort of food. So should you.’


The same would go for anyone who made you watch his choice of TV programme, or compelled you to read the books he liked.Why is it, then, that some individuals are allowed to force their taste in noise not just on their neighbours, but on thousands of people? Lovers of rock music may think that everyone shares their liking for screeching electric guitar chords, shouted lyrics and a perpetual factory thump. They are mistaken. Millions actively loathe this form of entertainment.


But these days they have to listen to it. It throbs from passing cars. It pervades cinemas. It is the chosen background of TV advertising and is almost universal in shops. I might add that the USA sometimes uses it as a form of torture, sorry, persuasion, and I can quite see why.


Increasingly, it also howls and roars from city parks. Thanks to a change in the law a few years ago, parks have ceased to be islands of peace and have instead become the frequent location for so-called concerts, often sponsored by local authorities who need all the money they can get to service the huge debts they have run up in 30 years of spendthrift excess.


Those living nearby must, on several nights of the year, endure someone else’s bad taste. You may have planned a peaceful evening or an early night. But you can’t have one, thanks to the monstrous selfishness of the rock cult.


Because of this problem, the authorities have been slowly fumbling towards an attempt to limit the invasion of noise into millions of private night-times.


So it was that last weekend, in London’s Hyde Park, Bruce Springsteen and Sir Paul McCartney, those omnipotent demigods of rock, were – amazingly – compelled to shut up. No doubt there were sighs of joy in thousands of homes nearby.


But the petulant, inconsiderate cult of rock didn’t get it. The audience booed. Members of Springsteen’s band moaned that Britain was a ‘police state’ because the freedom to enjoy peace was – for once – elevated above the freedom to make a loud noise.


London’s populist mayor, Alexander ‘Boris’ Johnson, a supposed conservative, sucked up to the guitar cult. He brayed: ‘If they’d have called me, my answer would have been to jam in the name of the Lord.’


Who then speaks for those who want a quiet life?


Tories worshipping at The Master's feetPrepare to be shocked. Recently that grand insider’s magazine The Economist said as follows, not expecting people like us to read it: ‘The politicians now at the summit of the Conservative Party have expressed an ardour for Tony Blair .  .  . that might shock anyone overhearing it.’What do these Tory potentates say about one of the worst Prime Ministers we have ever had? They call him ‘The Master’, ‘the great man’, even ‘our real leader’.Chancellor George Osborne is ‘the biggest fan of all’. I have warned before about the Tory Party and I hope you’ll listen in future.But perhaps this adulation is one of the things encouraging Mr Blair to clamber out of his grave, like a mummy in a horror film.And perhaps it has something to do with the behaviour of the Civil Service in refusing to give key information to the Chilcot Inquiry into Mr Blair’s war on Iraq.This means the inquiry, which Mr Blair fears will condemn him for misleading Parliament and people, is stalled.Would senior officials dare act like this if they weren’t confident their political bosses agreed with them? Remember, those political bosses, Mr Slippery and his colleagues, regard Mr Blair as their real leader and a great man.The BBC, biased and revelling in slaughterAre Western special forces already operating in Syria? We now know such troops played a much greater role in Libya than was ever admitted at the time.And the violent but ineffectual buffoons of the Free Syrian Army, who mainly shoot at the sky and yell ‘Allahu Akbar!’, have suddenly begun to do real damage to the Syrian authorities.Could this be why the BBC, which has cast aside all impartiality over the Syrian crisis, behaved so repellently when a terrorist bomb killed several leading Syrians on Wednesday?There was an exultant tone in its coverage of these killings, summed up by the phrase ‘a stunning development’ to describe the murders on Radio 4’s The World Tonight. The tone of voice used was not coldly neutral, but excited.I thought we were against Islamist terror. Not so long ago we were engaged in a war against it. I also thought we were against assassination as a weapon of war. I also thought the BBC had admitted it got carried away over the Arab Spring. It’s doing it again now in Damascus, but there’s still time to grow up and calm down.The same goes for Foreign Secretary William Hague, who seems weirdly anxious to abandon the Christians of Syria to some horrible Islamic regime, probably preceded by some real massacres.



You read it here first. ‘The main purpose of the Crown Prosecution Service,’ I wrote on July 7, ‘is to save money by pretending that crime and disorder are not as bad as they really are.’And, lo, its boss, Keir Starmer, last week openly called for the cost of a trial to be taken into account when charging an offender. Believe me, it already is.


I don't recall being asked in the 1997 Election if I wanted the country to be more crowded. I don’t recall anyone saying they wanted it to be more crowded.I don’t recall any political party saying they planned for it to be more crowded. Yet, as this week’s census returns show, that is what we got. Why?

Mr Slippery says he wants to stay under the Brussels thumb, because Britain outside the EU would be like a Greater Switzerland.
What on earth would be wrong with that?


In the Eighties, the unions were over-mighty subjects. Now, supermarkets have taken that role.Thanks to their excessive power, Britain’s dairy farmers are being forced out of business by absurdly low milk prices. Who will curb the superstore barons?

What’s that noise? They’re Building a Coffin for Liberty

Is it in the film of ‘Far From the ‘Madding Crowd’ that the closing scenes show Farmer Boldwood, condemned to death for the murder of a rival in love, sitting gaunt in his narrow cell, listening to the prison carpenter making his coffin? Something like that. This rather unpleasant image comes to mind again as I read a pamphlet I wrongly neglected when it first came out ‘The Rise of the Equalities Industry’ by Peter Saunders, published last November by one of the better think tanks, Civitas. We are not sitting in a cell. Nobody has told us we are to die in the morning. But if we listen carefully we can hear the hammering, sawing and planing of the crude coffin in which our liberty is to be nailed down and buried. Or perhaps it is the scaffold on which it is to be guillotined (no honest British gallows for this execution). We listen, we don’t understand what we hear, and we do nothing. Probably it is too late to do anything anyway.

The pamphlet attracted very little attention at the time, as such work often does. Finding it on one of the slithering heaps of unread material in my office (and planning, as I am to take two weeks away from my desk to write the index of my own new book) I thought ‘This could be interesting’, and picked it up. So gripped was I that I was still studying it two days later during the interval of a very fine open-air ‘Hamlet’ (performed in the majestic courtyard of the Bodleian Library in Oxford last week).

I think Professor Saunders (interesting as he is) does not know the half of it. The real nature of these matters is known only to those of us who were part of the revolutionary project and have defected from it. But he has done a lot of the necessary spadework, and those who read his work will find they have at least understood the architecture of the new totalitarianism which is slowly but relentlessly rising out of the ruins of British law, the wreckage of our mixed constitution, the remains of our limited government, and the void where our impartial civil service and competent, thrifty local government used to stand. If we had a properly educated middle class, which knew how to think instead of what to think, I don’t think this project could succeed. But the enemies of liberty began, very wisely, by wrecking the schools and the universities.

What’s it about? First of all, it comes close to grasping why egalitarianism is such a danger. For me, ‘equality’ is not a particularly attractive objective anyway. Why should it be? But I always find people are shocked when I say so.

Let me explain . Equality before God simply exists, for the religious believer, as an absolute in Eternity. It reminds us that no human worth, achievement, wealth, fame, beauty, honour or praise has any importance before the throne of the Heavenly Grace. We brought nothing into this world and we can assuredly carry nothing out. We should live our lives in this knowledge. But the idea that this should in any way be reflected in some sort of absolute material equality, in this life, is fatuous. We all have different gifts, and in many cases these gifts do not shine very brightly in this world, however glorious they may be in the next (and vice versa). Kindness, hospitality, charity, generosity are all required from those to whom much is given. Equality is not.

Equality before the law is more persuasive, and is certainly an ideal to be aimed at, even the certain knowledge that it might be approached but cannot be attained. But any practical, wise and experienced person knows that this equality is a fantasy, and will always remain so. Also, that any serious attempt to achieve it will suffer from the usual defects of Utopianism – it will fail, people will be killed and imprisoned in the process, and at the end of it the law will be more unequal than it was to start with.

Material equality is plainly absurd, cannot be brought into existence and is only maintained as a propaganda fiction in societies whose elites keep their privileges secret through censorship, and preserve them inviolate through terror. It is not desirable, for if all are rewarded equally, and people vary in their talents and energies, then many will suffer, talents will wither unused and corruption will be widespread . Some instances : under the Soviet system, all doctors, good or bad, were paid the same. It did not take long for the acute citizen to find out who the good ones were, but their services could only be secured through bribes. The same rule applied to places in better schools, or the allocations of apartments in better districts. Elite privilege carried more weight than bribery, but was in itself corrupt, as it secured the silence and uncritical support of those (the ‘Nomenklatura’) whom the elite admitted to privilege.

I know more about this than most, because during my time in Soviet Moscow I was able to live in a Nomenklatura apartment, with the Brezhnev and Andropov families as my near neighbours. I have never had such magnificent quarters – 14-foot ceilings, chandeliers, oak parquet floors, a sweeping view of Moscow from the University to the Kremlin on one side, and of the Moscow River on the other. And this was in the Homeland of Equality. As a foreigner I could not take advantage of the dacha (country cottage) in the forest outside Moscow , which came with the apartment, as it was too close to an anti-ballistic missile launch site which I was not supposed to see. Nor did I qualify for entry to the special secret restaurants where the elite ate, or the special elite shops where they bought their privileged supplies of fresh meat and vegetables. Nor was I allowed to use the special hospitals, in lush gardens behind high walls, where the elite were treated. But these things existed, and my experience of this secret inequality was only the foothills. The truly powerful Communists lived in secluded woodland mansions with battalions of servants, and roared down the city streets along special (Olympic-style?) lanes, which were heated in winter so that they never iced over. So much for material equality. Later, as the Bolshevik privileges faded, I had to pay for my Moscow privileges with hard cash, the way you do anywhere else.

Professor Saunders explains that the equality pursued by the British government is not, as it pretends, the equality of treatment (which is more pernicious than it sounds); nor is it equality of opportunity (which is the only kind compatible with a free society). It is *equality of outcome*.

Professor Saunders shows that this is the hidden, third element on which the entire strategy is based’ . It is clear, when you study the actual rules, that equality of outcome is the aim (the attempt to get universities to lower their standards so as to equalise their intake is the clearest and most blatant example of this).

But ‘nothing is said explicitly about …equality of outcomes’.

He shows his lack of knowledge of the enemy by saying ‘’Unequal outcomes unthinkingly get used as evidence of unequal treatment’.

I challenge that ‘unthinkingly’. There are undoubtedly people who have thought about this, though they do not include the Equalities Minister, Mrs Theresa May. Mrs May, once a doughty opponent of all-women shortlists for MPs (She said ‘I’m totally opposed to Labour’s idea of all-women shortlists and I think they are an insult to women. I‘ve competed equally with men in my career and I have been happy to do so in politics too’) mysteriously and so far as I know without any explanation later reversed her position, just in time for the Cameron era. She then more or less welcomed Harriet Harman’s Equalities Bill, the legislative basis for the greatest expansion of thought control in modern Britain.

She said: ‘I look forward to working constructively with them on ensuring that we have workable and practical legislation to provide for a fair society.’ Miss Harman thanked her for her ‘broad welcome for the package’.

No wonder then that the Coalition is now ’committed to the most radical form of egalitarian thinking – the belief in equal outcomes’. The Tory party, having failed to oppose the Harman Bill, is now finding that it is bound to follow it. No use blaming Nick Clegg. They sold the ass long before they got together with the Liberal Democrats and should stop pretending otherwise. As ‘equality’ has now started to apply to class as well as to sex, race, sexual orientation, we are fast reaching the stage when an economic policy might have to be rejected because it allegedly threatens the equal rights of ‘disadvantaged’ economic groups. The courts might well rule that it did so. People’s Republic, here we come.

Professor Saunders also points out that this process has not been the result of popular demand, but the wilful programme of the 1960s university generation, in London and Brussels . ‘For almost fifty years, progressive politicians have been introducing laws designed to *change* the way people think and behave about issues like these, rather than to reflect them. Especially in more recent times, the law has been sued as an ideological battering ram, both by Westminster politicians and by Brussels, to forcibly redefine social norms’.

He traces the salami-slicing method by which a small body designed to stop racial discrimination has grown into the enormous and costly Equality and Human Rights Commission (itself a branch of the unjustly-ignored Fundamental Rights Agency based in Vienna). From protecting people against insults and outrages, it has taken on the task of ‘promoting’ equality, and now increasingly it has the power and the money not merely to promote it but to enforce it, through employment codes of practice supported by trade unions and decisive in the outcomes of tribunals, fines, the withholding of government contracts and ultimately the civil and criminal law.

Equality, of course, doesn’t mean what it used to mean. Linked with ’diversity’ it means that Christianity is no longer the accepted religion of this country, but one among many faiths, equal to them all and (like the rest) slightly more equal than Islam, because the British state is nervous of Islam and does not want to upset it. The effect of this is actually to make Christianity a slighted and discouraged faith, as it has to be reminded from time to time of its lost status and its new subservient role. State employees, as we have found in a series of cases, can get into trouble for trying to spread a Christian message at work or to act at work according to Christian principles (how long before this applies to those who do it too noisily outside work?). I have yet to hear of this happening to members of any other faith. But I am sure that there will soon be a concerted assault on the remaining Christian presence in the state schools, beginning with dilution of entry requirements and the power to give preference in hiring teachers to members of a faith, and ending in effective abolition.

I suspect a similar fate faces the English language in time. The estate of Marriage is also now ‘equal’ to ‘any relationship’ , which one again means that it has been stripped of its former privileges and needs to be reminded of its new, diminished status by being treated with some coldness by bureaucracy, and not acknowledged in official documents (I believe the words ‘husband’ and wife’ are increasingly disappearing from forms , replaced by ‘partner’).

From a legitimate concern for the victims of racial discrimination, what Peter Simple long ago called ‘The Race Relations Industry’ has jumped the logic barrier into other areas which are wholly different (see my chapter on the important differences between – for example – racism, sexism and homophobia in my book ‘The Cameron Delusion’, originally published in hardback as ‘The Broken Compass’) for a demolition of the idea that the three are the same, or can or should be treated in the same way. There’s also an exploration of the important switch from ‘racialism’, namely a moronic, indefensible discrimination on the grounds of skin colour to ‘racism’ (in which racial prejudice is falsely equated with defence of indigenous cultures) , which I recommend to any interested reader.

As Professor Saunders points out, decades have gone by during which there has been no serious intellectual challenge to this wobbling mountain of tripe. Positive discrimination exists in all but name. Even supposedly conservative private firms adopt the rules of equality and diversity.

But the EHRC is in fact the nucleus of a Thought Police. Since the Macpherson report dispensed with any need for evidence for an accusation of ‘racism’ ( the same of course applies to the other isms and phobias) the subjective wounded feelings of anyone can create a thought crime. The adoption of ‘racially aggravated’ categories of crime, with much heavier sentences than non-aggravated offences, has given the police and the CPS enormous power to pursue people who say out loud (or are accused of doing so) things which the new elite don’t like. The recent bizarre prosecution of Cinnamon Heathcote Drury, charged with ‘racially aggravated assault’ of a Muslim woman in Tesco (thrown out by a jury) shows how vulnerable anyone is to such accusations. Yes, she was acquitted. But many people wouldn’t or couldn’t have risked a jury trial, something increasingly difficult to obtain.

And the modern British jury is an unreliable defence. Political correctness, egalitarianism and poor education have all found their way into the jury room, and the majority verdict has destroyed the power of the obstinate Henry Fonda character to resist a rush to judgement. ( see the chapter ’Twelve Angry Persons’ in my book ‘The Abolition of Liberty’).

Actually, I suspect we are just at the very beginning of a process which will end with a true Thought Police. The Police themselves are feeling their way, cautiously. They would like to act more, but it is too soon. Remember those bizarre inquiries one Welsh force made about public figures who had allegedly been disrespectful of the Welsh? I asked them what law they were applying. They never answered. But I suspect they had in mind Section 5 of the Public order Act of 1986, a sloppily drafted and silly piece of work originally aimed at football hooligans (now the subject of a worthy campaign for reform whose fortunes it will be interesting to observe) . Section 5 makes it an offence to use “threatening, abusive or insulting words or behaviour, or disorderly behaviour” or to display “any writing, sign or other visible representation which is threatening, abusive or insulting” within the hearing or sight of a person “likely to be caused harassment, alarm or distress thereby”. Combined with Lord Macpherson’s view on what constitutes a racist incident, this is of course irresistible, especially once police, CPS, the Judges’ bench and the Appeal courts have all been thoroughly politically corrected, a process close to completion.

I think the police officers who in 2005 and 2006 investigated various public figures who had said unfashionable things about homosexuality (one of these was Sir Iqbal Sacranie, then head of the Muslim Council of Britain, another was the Christian pro-marriage campaigner Lynette Burrows ) on the radio were also relying on the same Act. Again, they never followed through (see below for the reason why not) . At the time they said homophobic racist and domestic incidents were ‘priority crimes’. They then told the media ‘We can confirm that a member of the public brought to our attention an incident which he believed to be homophobic. All parties have been spoken to by the police. No allegation of crime has been made. A report has been taken but is now closed.. Note that ‘which he believed to be homophobic’. In law, that’s all that is necessary.

The Public Order Act 1986 is the law used against the elderly preacher Harry Hammond, who was arrested (yes, he was) after being pelted with lumps of mud, pushed to the ground, pelted with mud and abused by homosexual rights campaigners (who were not arrested). He was then successfully prosecuted before magistrates for annoying them. An appeal, held unusually after his death, failed. He had held up a placard bearing the words ‘Stop Homosexuality’, which was his basic message, He had offered no personal insults. One fascinating feature of this case is that the two police officers at the scene disagreed openly about what to do, and have evidence on opposite sides in the courtroom. The younger, more PC police officers who are now pretty much universal have for long been trained in equality and diversity. There is a steady dribble of cases of preachers and others arrested and sometimes tried for speech code offences of this kind. My guess is that the police and the CPS they are restrained mainly by the existence of a strong free press. There is a steady dribble of cases of preachers and others arrested and sometimes tried for speech code offences of this kind.

Well, listen to the sound of saws and chisels. Lord Justice Leveson is busy making a coffin for that. And when the strong free press is gone, wait for the knock on the door. Antonio Gramsci is well on the way to scoring his first victory, and the European regions on these islands will be the first to learn that revolutions don’t always happen through noisy and violent convulsions. Indeed, the most effective revolutions take place while people are looking the other way, as everyone has been. All the buildings are left standing. But the laws, liberties, traditions, morals, faith and loyalty are destroyed, and carted away to some place of desolation where the remnants can be desecrated and burned. Quomodo sedet sola Civitas (you can have fun looking that up).

NB : I expect that this will be my last posting (apart from my Mail on Sunday column which will be posted as usual) till after the Olympics. . I may be tempted to engage in other verbal combat, but I may not.

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