Twelve months ago, Ed Miliband delivered what I described at the time as probably the most courageous party conference speech by any major political leader over the course of the last two decades.
The Liverpool address, in which he admitted that New Labour had not done enough to change the “values” of the British economy, amounted to no less than an attempt to overturn the political consensus that has been maintained by successive governments of right and left since the 1980s.
This year’ s speech, delivered 30 miles down the road in Manchester, was no less audacious - but whereas then Mr Miliband appeared to be adopting a distinctly leftish analysis of the country’s problems, this year saw him resorting to one of Tony Blair’s favourite pastimes – stealing the Tories’ clothes.
And it is perhaps in that apparent contradiction – between the leftward-lurching ‘Red Ed’ of 12 months ago and the ‘One Nation’ Labourite of this week – that Mr Miliband’s problem lies.
You cannot fault the Labour leader’s instincts in seeking to place himself and his party firmly in the centre ground of British politics. That is, after all, where elections are invariably won and lost.
And Prime Minister David Cameron can surely only blame himself for giving his opponent the opportunity to indulge in a spot of political cross-dressing.
By instinct a One Nation, compassionate Conservative himself, he has allowed himself since entering Downing Street to be blown off course by an angry right-wing rump who cannot forgive him for failing to win the election outright and thereby forcing them into a Coalition with those ghastly Lib Dems.
The past 18 months have seen a grisly procession of rightward shifts, from his backbenchers’ piece-by-piece demolition of Nick Clegg’s plans for political reform, to a reshuffle that saw a climate change sceptic put in charge of environment policy.
So the time was surely ripe this week for Mr Miliband to make a play for the centrist-minded voters that Mr Cameron appears to have all-but-abandoned in his desperation to keep the Boris Johnson fan club at bay.
And there was much about the labour leader’s ‘One Nation’ pitch that rang true, in particular his desire to focus attention and resources on the ‘forgotten 50pc’ who don’t go to university and his determination to speak up as much for the ‘squeezed middle’ as those living in poverty.
I was also impressed by the evident passion with which he spoke up, not for the unions, but for the Union – under threat as never before as a result of Scottish First Minister Alex Salmond’s independence referendum plans.
Mr Miliband is right that only the Labour Party can save it. The Tories and Lib Dems are a busted flush north of the border, and only the Labour Party will ever have the strength in Scotland to defeat Mr Salmond’s nationalists.
Above all, the speech demonstrated that Mr Miliband has the potential to give the Labour Party the clear sense of direction it has lacked since Mr Blair left office in 2007.
Gordon Brown should have done this, and had the opportunity to do so, but for all his talk about restoring the party’s cherished ‘var-lues’, his much-vaunted Real Labour – or was it True Labour? – never really achieved lift-off.
Now we have One Nation Labour, which, if rather short on specifics at this stage, at least sounds as if it might finally resolve the vexed question of what follows New Labour.
If Mr Miliband is to ensure it is more than a slogan, he now needs to spend the 12 months between this and the next party conference putting some policy flesh on the bones.
There was widespread agreement, even among Tory commentators, that Tuesday’s speech was a bravura performance by the Labour leader, a brilliantly-crafted and passionate address that has the potential to be a political game-changer.
But the nub of Ed Miliband’s problem, as the former Tory MP turned political blogger Jerry Hayes put it rather crudely this week, is that he genuinely is the most left-wing Labour leader since Michael Foot.
The really big question is whether, the light of this, Mr Miliband can come to be seen by the voters as a credible occupant of the political centre-ground in the way that both Mr Blair and Mr Cameron were before him.
And on that score, the jury is still out.
Saturday, October 06, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Clegg's apology will not ultimately save his leadership
Broken promises are nothing new in politics. From the Labour Party’s 110-year-old pledge
to introduce an elected House of Lords to George H.W. Bush’s infamous one-liner
‘Read my lips, No new taxes,’ history is full of instances of parties and
politicians failing to keep their word.
But there seems to be something about the subject of
university tuition fees which brings out the worst in politicians where keeping
promises is concerned.
Back in 2001, New Labour went into the general election with
the cast-iron manifesto pledge: “We will
not introduce top-up fees and have legislated to prevent them.”
Less than two years later Tony Blair’s government duly
introduced them, in the teeth of a backbench parliamentary revolt in which
several leading North-East Labour MPs were to the fore.
If Liberal Democrat leader Nick Clegg had been more of a
student of history, perhaps he would have reflected on this before issuing his
similarly unequivocal pledge not to raise tuition fees in the run-up to the
2010 election.
Then again, had he done so he might have concluded that breaking
promises is not necessarily politically fatal.
After all, Mr Blair’s original broken pledge on tuition fees did not
prevent him winning a third general election in 2005.
By the same token, keeping your election promises is no
guarantee of political success.
Indeed, it was Margaret Thatcher’s determination to stick to
a promise to reform the system of domestic rates that led to the disastrous
implementation of the poll tax in 1988 and indirectly to her fall from power
two years later.
But for the Liberal Democrats, there was something about
breaking the tuition fee pledge that seemed to strike at the heart of what the
party is and what it stands for.
Partly because of its strong activist base in the education
sector, and perhaps also because of its level of support among students, the
question of tuition fees had become something of a touchstone issue for the
party.
It was certainly one of the biggest reasons why, in the North East, the Liberal Democrats had become credible challengers in seats with
large concentrations of students such as Newcastle Central and Durham City.
So in this sense, for the party leadership to change its
mind over the issue was always likely to be viewed as a betrayal on a par with a
Labour leader calling for the privatisation of the NHS or a Tory leader
announcing we should join the euro.
But this is not all.
There was also something about the idea of breaking election promises at
all that ran counter to the Lib Dems’ self-image as a party.
This is why the broken promise on tuition fees was such a
watershed for the party – the moment it gave up – possibly for all time – any
claim to be representative of a “new” or different kind of politics.
It is for all those reasons that Mr Clegg issued his videoed
apology to party supporters this week ahead of what is certain to be a
difficult party conference for him.
Whether it will do him any good however remains very much to
be seen. Many of the party’s supporters
are likely to take a fairly dim view of the fact that he appeared to be
apologising not for breaking the ‘solemn’ promise, but for having made it in
the first place.
Mr Clegg finds himself in a strange kind of political limbo. Despite the comments by Lib Dem peer Lord
Oakeshott last month that any business that had lost so much market share would
now be under new management, the coming conference week will not see any overt
challenge to his leadership.
Yet at the same time, it is hard to find many Liberal
Democrats who seriously believe Mr Clegg will actually lead them into the next
general election in 2015.
The remorseless logic of their plight is that if they are to
present themselves to the electorate as a viable alternative to the Tories as
well as to Labour, it will have to be without the man who took them into a
Tory-led coalition.
But that is next year’s Lib Dem conference story. For now, Mr Clegg continues to inhabit the ranks
of the political living dead.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Hillsborough: The apology still missing
After more than 25 years in journalism, much of it spent covering the political arena, there is little that surprises me any more about the lengths to which some people will go in order to preserve their power, position or reputation.
But in the week that the truth about the 1989 Hillsborough football disaster was finally and dramatically laid bare, even an ageing cynic like me has to confess to being shocked by the sheer scale of deception and disinformation involved.
Of course bad apples can crop up in any organisations, and sometimes, as in the case of the West Midlands Crime Squad in the 1970s or, dare I say it, News International in the past decade, this can extend into institutional corruption.
But the fact that so many pillars of the establishment, from the police, to the ambulance service, the coroners’ service, the judiciary, the government and, yes, the media could somehow collude to deny justice for so long almost – but not quite - beggars belief.
Looking back at that old footage of the disaster, it seems in many ways to have happened in another country, a Britain where football was still a working-class game and where the North-South divide was as much a cultural phenomenon as an economic one.
As Labour MP Andy Burnham put it: “There was an 'us and them' culture in the 1980s where people seen as being troublemakers could just be treated as second class citizens - football supporters, people taking industrial action. That was very evident in the North of England when I grew up."
Some believe it couldn’t happen again, that in the age of email, mobile phones and Twitter a cover-up on this scale would be impossible to carry out even if it were to be attempted.
Yet the battle to get at the truth of what happened in more recent tragedies such as the deaths of Dr David Kelly, Jean Charles de Menezes and Ian Tomlinson suggest that perhaps the country has not changed quite as much as might first appear.
If Hillsborough has been a saga that has showed the best and worst of humanity – and there are many heroes to stand alongside the obvious villains - then it has certainly also demonstrated the best and worst of British journalism.
South Yorkshire Police’s deliberate campaign of misinformation found a ready outlet in The Sun, whose then editor was this week forced, to use his own immortal phrase, to empty a bucket of something very nasty over his own head.
Not surprisingly, it was the regional press which demonstrated that journalism can be a potent force for good as well as harm.
It was The Journal’s sister title the Liverpool Echo which, as Labour leader Ed Miliband acknowledged on Wednesday, was primarily responsible for keeping the issue on the political agenda during the long 23-year fight.
But amid all the relief of the campaigners at having finally prevailed, there is, however, one aspect of the truth that is still to come out – the role of Margaret Thatcher.
The documents released this week by the independent inquiry panel make clear that the then Prime Minister was briefed by her aides over the level of deceit by South Yorkshire Police - yet she chose to do nothing.
Is it possible she may have felt she owed them one for helping her win the Battle of Orgreave in 1984 – a decisive encounter in the year-long conflict which ultimately led to the rout of Arthur Scargill’s miners?
She certainly cannot have been expected to show any instinctive sympathy for the victims, having previously been on record as linking football fans to the IRA and the miners as ‘the enemy within.’
In the midst of delivering his “profound apology” to the victims’ families this week on the nation’s behalf, the current Prime Minister David Cameron maintained that the Thatcher government had done nothing wrong.
Well, he had to say that, given the continued emotional hold that the Iron Lady retains over the party which he now rather precariously leads.
But it is nevertheless odd that in the week that has seen everyone from Kelvin Mackenzie to the Football Association to Boris Johnson forced to swallow a large slice of humble pie, there is still one apology missing.
From the woman who sat at the apogee of that complex, interwoven 1980s establishment, there remains an eerie silence.
But in the week that the truth about the 1989 Hillsborough football disaster was finally and dramatically laid bare, even an ageing cynic like me has to confess to being shocked by the sheer scale of deception and disinformation involved.
Of course bad apples can crop up in any organisations, and sometimes, as in the case of the West Midlands Crime Squad in the 1970s or, dare I say it, News International in the past decade, this can extend into institutional corruption.
But the fact that so many pillars of the establishment, from the police, to the ambulance service, the coroners’ service, the judiciary, the government and, yes, the media could somehow collude to deny justice for so long almost – but not quite - beggars belief.
Looking back at that old footage of the disaster, it seems in many ways to have happened in another country, a Britain where football was still a working-class game and where the North-South divide was as much a cultural phenomenon as an economic one.
As Labour MP Andy Burnham put it: “There was an 'us and them' culture in the 1980s where people seen as being troublemakers could just be treated as second class citizens - football supporters, people taking industrial action. That was very evident in the North of England when I grew up."
Some believe it couldn’t happen again, that in the age of email, mobile phones and Twitter a cover-up on this scale would be impossible to carry out even if it were to be attempted.
Yet the battle to get at the truth of what happened in more recent tragedies such as the deaths of Dr David Kelly, Jean Charles de Menezes and Ian Tomlinson suggest that perhaps the country has not changed quite as much as might first appear.
If Hillsborough has been a saga that has showed the best and worst of humanity – and there are many heroes to stand alongside the obvious villains - then it has certainly also demonstrated the best and worst of British journalism.
South Yorkshire Police’s deliberate campaign of misinformation found a ready outlet in The Sun, whose then editor was this week forced, to use his own immortal phrase, to empty a bucket of something very nasty over his own head.
Not surprisingly, it was the regional press which demonstrated that journalism can be a potent force for good as well as harm.
It was The Journal’s sister title the Liverpool Echo which, as Labour leader Ed Miliband acknowledged on Wednesday, was primarily responsible for keeping the issue on the political agenda during the long 23-year fight.
But amid all the relief of the campaigners at having finally prevailed, there is, however, one aspect of the truth that is still to come out – the role of Margaret Thatcher.
The documents released this week by the independent inquiry panel make clear that the then Prime Minister was briefed by her aides over the level of deceit by South Yorkshire Police - yet she chose to do nothing.
Is it possible she may have felt she owed them one for helping her win the Battle of Orgreave in 1984 – a decisive encounter in the year-long conflict which ultimately led to the rout of Arthur Scargill’s miners?
She certainly cannot have been expected to show any instinctive sympathy for the victims, having previously been on record as linking football fans to the IRA and the miners as ‘the enemy within.’
In the midst of delivering his “profound apology” to the victims’ families this week on the nation’s behalf, the current Prime Minister David Cameron maintained that the Thatcher government had done nothing wrong.
Well, he had to say that, given the continued emotional hold that the Iron Lady retains over the party which he now rather precariously leads.
But it is nevertheless odd that in the week that has seen everyone from Kelvin Mackenzie to the Football Association to Boris Johnson forced to swallow a large slice of humble pie, there is still one apology missing.
From the woman who sat at the apogee of that complex, interwoven 1980s establishment, there remains an eerie silence.
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