Sunday, September 30, 2018

THE DIGNITY OF OFFICE




Some of my attitudes are doubtless Neanderthal – older people just have to cope with such epithets – but I do not apologise for tending to respect those who have risen from the ranks to become senior politicians, generals, judges, university professors, top commentators or industrial leaders. We do, of course, mock the panjandrums of our society if they become cocksure or arrogant but broadly speaking, most people grant a presumption of competence and ability to those leading us. Yet our society seems to make living in the public eye almost impossibly unpleasant.


Few and far between are the politicians or other leaders who have lived such blameless lives that they do not suffer a middle-of-the-night shudder or an involuntary clenching of fists or toes at the memory of a past piece of ignoble behaviour. We are flesh-and-blood humans, not canonised saints. An FBI investigation into one’s conduct at age 17, in the early flux of manhood, is likely to uncover plenty of indiscretions, foolishness and even shameful episodes. Yet most people look upon these events as a rite of passage, to be forgotten and forgiven – unless they are so gross or violent as to become a matter for the criminal justice system. An early complaint, say within a month, by any victim would be normal: a delay of 36 years is excessive and even suspicious. Evidence of serial misbehaviour would make the complaint even more serious but in the case in point only a single incident is cited.

 Nominee Kavanaugh                       Accuser Blasey Ford                 

I am of course referring to the current clash over President Trump’s nomination of Judge Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court, an appointment which would tip the balance of the Court in a conservative direction, and the objection voiced by academic Dr Christine Blasey Ford, who alleges Kavanaugh, then 17, sexually assaulted her, then 15, at a teenager party in 1982. Dr Ford is an occasional Democratic activist whose allegations are angrily denied by Judge Kavanaugh. The judicial nominee committee has approved the submission of Judge Kavanaugh’s appointment to a full Senate vote – on condition that the FBI first investigate allegations against the Judge within a week, which seems a fair enough compromise.


The atmosphere surrounding these proceedings has been poisonous. Voting has been on strictly partisan lines. President Trump would leave a legacy for a generation if he succeeded in creating a Right-leaning Supreme Court and the Democrats naturally want to prevent that. It would be wrong to prejudge the immediate issue – Kavanaugh may be lying or Blasey Ford could be fantasizing. Yet this ugly cause célèbre has polarised American opinion. The Democrats stridently disparage anything emanating from Trump while the Republicans scorn feminist complaints and Leftist agitation.


Well might observers ask “Is it worth it to attain high office if you are to be crucified in this way?” or alternatively “Is it worth making a complaint of this kind if you jeopardise your reputation and mental good health?” The process is defective and needs revision on a bi-partisan basis.


Similarly unfair has been the treatment meted out by the media to Meghan Markle, now Duchess of Sussex. She is not in a position of power but certainly has privileges and is much in the public eye. Her half-sister Samantha Grant, 17 years older than Meghan, has kept up a chorus of criticism and complaint even though the pair last met in 2008 and last spoke on the phone in 2015. Samantha has nothing of substance to say but the media seize on her every word. Samantha’s current beef is that Meghan has not financially supported their mutual father, reclusive Thomas Markle, who failed to attend her wedding, though invited.  She has arrived in London to “confront” her sister, if she can get near. There is a strong element of sibling jealousy and resentment here, best not paraded. The British popular press has plumbed new lows in bad taste in its coverage.


Samantha Markle                          Meghan, Duchess of Sussex


Free speech is cherished in Western societies and the throwing of brickbats at Brexiteers, Remainers, Lefties, wobbly Liberals, Republicans and Democrats is entirely legitimate. But there are conventions, so keep to the issues and do not hit below the belt.



SMD
30.09.18
Text Copyright © Sidney Donald 2018

Monday, September 24, 2018

WHERE HAVE THEY ALL GONE?




We rejoice at the accomplishments of our Brave New World and swell with pride at our world of global media, artificial intelligence, driverless cars, immense productivity, space exploration, colossal buildings, far-flung enterprises and so on, and spare hardly a thought for those aspects of our world we have lost or soon will. I am as selfish and uncaring as the next fellow but I believe we would be well advised to take stock and pause our egotistical mad tango. Some radical changes in our lifestyles are almost unavoidable – time to adapt to the inevitable!


Most change is gradual, as Nature constantly evolves at her own pace, but Mankind’s intervention can quicken the process alarmingly. Without being sentimental in a Mrs Tiggy-Winkle nostalgia, a recent survey suggests that the common hedgehog population in the UK has reduced at least 50% since 2000 and that there may be some 1m left, as against maybe 30m in the 1950s.

An old friend under siege

In our Cotswolds home in the early 2000s, a hedgehog family regularly visited our back garden and our two dogs went into paroxysms of excitement on encountering these cute nocturnal creatures. The precipitate hedgehog decline is attributed to the lack of sheltering hedgerows and the dearth of insect food due to the widespread use of chemical pesticides. In Germany there is thought to be a 75% drop in insect life since the last century – all certain to upset the food chain.

A Sparrow, hero to zero

Statistics about animal and insect numbers are inherently unreliable but we see with our own eyes the decline of the house sparrow – in London the decline is catastrophic. Those pushy birds which used to hop around outside coffee tables and eat crumbs are no more. In St James Park, where once there were 300 pairs, there are now none. Other cities like Paris do better, for reasons not yet fathomed. If so ubiquitous a bird as the sparrow can be endangered, what hope is there for rarer species? The bigger picture is even more alarming. In the years 1970 - 2012 the world vertebrate population is said to have declined by 58% and that of freshwater fish by 81%, thanks to habitat loss and the relentless displacements caused by the search for new sources of energy.

This decimation of our fauna is tragic but there are larger species whose absence may not be much mourned. First is the Spotted Eurofanatic, once embodied in bibulous Roy Jenkins or more lately in Jean-Claude Juncker: the genre has become more dangerous by a re-animated Tony Blair, eyes a-rolling, and worst of all, in Emmanuel Macron, oozing Gallic arrogance from every pore. This species, alas, will long be with us. Then there is the Sabre-Toothed Secret Policeman, represented by Vladimir Putin, a sinister creature of the shadows, despatching murderous gangs across Europe: Stalin would be proud of him.

Macron pushes his fanatical federalist opinions

Somewhere in the deep undergrowth lurks a Slothful Backwoodsman Tory, once very common but now a rarity. They were thought to be going extinct but elegant and polite Jacob Rees Mogg has revived the species, clutching the cherished encyclicals of Pius IX and a well-thumbed Malthus to fortify his gently presented but prehistoric opinions. A related species is the Cackling Rich-boy Toff wholly ignorant of the lifestyle of their constituents, but plausible speakers on the surface but the surface is all there is. This species was epitomised by smooth David Cameron, the hollow man par excellence, and by his sidekick, unlovable George Osborne.

Boris, the Tory Favourite
Their arrogance and low attention-span can be seen in Toff Boris Johnson, who is certainly clever, if too fond of the well-turned but undiplomatic phrase. Yet mop-headed and right-on Boris does strike a chord with the great British public, who may yet forgive him his Casanovan predelictions.

Jeremy trying to look responsible

The prize specimen of a recently revived declining species is the Squawking Soapbox Orator, long thought to belong to history. There are folk memories of Chartist agitators, useless George Lansbury, the Kinnock windbag, but now we have a Labour Party stuffed full of jumped-up Dantons, preaching red revolution (and believing it). The Leader of this rabble is deeply uncharismatic Jeremy Corbyn, whose party is ungovernable, a man of agitation and street demos, seemingly confused by his own policies. All this hardly matters, as long as fickle Fate does not give him a place anywhere near government and real power. Fickle Fate is, alas, not wholly reliable!



SMD
24.09.18
Text Copyright © Sidney Donald 2018