There’s a lot of compassion in Westminster.
I’m sorry, that was a joke. But you’d be forgiven for thinking it’s true from the number of times ‘compassion’ has been namechecked by the government in the past few months. In his speech outlining his financial plans in the aftermath of the Truss/Kwarteng napalming of the economy, Jeremy Hunt said Britain is a ‘compassionate and flexible country’, which I thought was a little out of place in an economic statement unless it was a veiled plea for forgiveness.The Prime Minister used it, again to describe the country, in a statement about refugees and asylum seekers earlier this year. And the Home Secretary described her new ‘We’re Going To Be Utter Bastards Until They Stop’ policy towards the channel crossings as ‘compassionate’.
Obviously, it’s not true, and all three mentions of compassion were greeted by ironic laughter from the Opposition benches, because this is not a remotely compassionate government.
It’s been interesting to watch, over the past decade and a half or so, how successive Tory governments have spun the problem of asylum seekers and refugees. At first, the line coming out of the Home Office was that Something Had To Be Done to stop people risking their lives crossing the Channel. (‘Look, we’re sad that we have to do this but it’s for humanitarian reasons.’) That gradually mutated into Something Has To Be Done To Stop The Evil People Smugglers. You hear a lot of stuff from the Home Secretary about ‘breaking the business model’ of the People Smugglers. (‘We’re tough on crime.’) You don’t hear so much from the government about the people themselves, who have often fled appalling circumstances, and that’s because they don’t want us to think about them at all. They’re not people, they’re a byproduct of The Vile People Smugglers, and if they’re not people at all it doesn’t matter how we treat them. Like the water companies which have been pouring effluent into our rivers, we can just flush them away to Rwanda and pretend they were never here. The message on Rishi Sunak’s podium for a speech not so long ago was ‘STOP THE BOATS’. Don’t think about the people in them.
That’s why, when the Home Secretary – and if you’d told me, three years ago, that one day we would have a Home Secretary who would make Priti Patel look like a wide-eyed liberal, I would have laughed at you – talks about the subject, she leans a lot into the cost of putting all these people up and accuses them of ‘jumping the queue’ ahead of legitimate asylum seekers (of which there are none unless your country’s been invaded by Russia or taken over by the Taleban because we’ve closed all the legal routes, and in the case of Afghanistan our response has been predictably rubbish) in order to make us resent them. They’re not people, they’re a problem; we should resent them, and any course of action which gets rid of them is justified.
I’m old enough, just, to remember the original screening of Cathy Come Home and the seismic effect it had on the country. Cathy Come Home was a Ken Loach BBC play about a young couple’s descent into poverty and homelessness, stuff that wasn’t discussed a lot back in the early Sixties. It caused such a popular response that it was discussed in Parliament, and it let directly to the setting up of Crisis, the homeless charity.
I was wondering, the other day, how the play would have been received today. I have a feeling things would be very different. There would be a storm of articles in the right-wing press along the lines of ‘if you can’t afford kids, don’t have them’. That window, back in the Sixties, when we cared about the homeless was a really narrow one.
The Sixties and the Seventies were a really bad time for the people in charge of things, mostly rich white male Christian people. Their world was shaken by women’s rights and gay rights and black power, and it’s taken nearly half a century for them to reassert themselves, distilling their message down to a brand of white Christian nationalism which regards Vladimir Putin as a kind of Teutonic knight, a defender of the faith.
The ‘culture wars’ – and by the gods I wish I could find the person who coined that phrase and take them into a corner for a quite word – sets this brand of nationalism against…well, everyone else. Anyone who opposes the government’s immigration policies is automatically declared to be woke. Or lefty lawyers. Or even worse, woke Marxist lefty lawyers. Enemies Of The People.
They’re aided enthusiatically by the media, both mainstream and social, which has discovered that promoting division makes you money, and by a populace which to a large extent believes whatever the loudest voice tells them. The vast majority of people in this country will never meet the Duke of Sussex and his wife, or even meet anyone who has, and yet a lot of people seem to hate them. They don’t actually hate them, they’ve been told to hate them, and they’re happy to do that because since 2016 everything has become adversarial, a simple equation with Us on one side and Them on the other. A lot of social media now seems to have devolved into a system of counting coup; if you can get one of the other side suspended from Twitter that’s a little gold star for you.
Which is fine, I guess; social media isn’t the real world. Except this stuff is part of public discourse now. You only have to look at the utter insanity surrounding Gary Lineker recently. If the BBC had sacked him, that would have been one more victory for Bobby Commonsense against the Woke Marxists. Stuff like that is not the sign of a healthy country.
It’s not an isolated case. Arguments between trans people and feminists have been going on on Twitter for as long as I can remember, but now they’ve spilled out into the real world and been weaponised by politicians who are only interested in votes and don’t particularly mind who gets hurt. Lee Anderson, Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party and performative Northerner (spoiler: he’s not even a Northerner; Ashfield’s in the Midlands) even admitted it a recent interview that without Brexit as a campaigning issue the party would have to rely on ‘culture wars and trans issues’ in the forthcoming elections. He knows the majority of people will be too distracted by the noise to even noticed that they’re being taken for fools.
Meanwhile, utility companies squeeze us until the pips squeak, school buildings are in danger of falling down, people who are working two jobs are forced to use food banks, those of us who can afford food are seeing prices rising smoothly into the stratosphere, the NHS is barely coping, we’re just embarking on the biggest cost-of-living crisis in decades, and the country is becoming increasingly isolated and mean and small-minded to suit the mean and small-minded politicians who run it. The government’s immigration policy is basically to make things so bad that nobody will want to come here any more. Someone commented on that, saying something like, ‘just how bad are we going to have to be to deter someone who’s fleeing the Taleban?’
The punchline to this joke is, of course, that, like climate change, it’s too late to do anything about it. The lid’s off the box now, and short of burning the whole country to the ground and starting again, this is how things are going to be for ever. The next general election is going to be a frightful thing, and whoever wins, it doesn’t matter. The assholes took over the world, and we didn’t care enough until it was too late.