We Are Not The Good Guys

Stoke Row Maharajah's Well

The English celebrate a gift from India

Englishness and/or Britishness has been in the news of late – not least as it’s been brought up by the question of Scottish independence, by the relative success of the more jingoistic UKIP in recent voting, and by a subsequent poll purporting to show that people are more racist these days.

Recent bike rides have:

  • taken me past the Stoke Row Maharajah’s Well, all decked out to celebrate its 150 anniversary, and that made me think we can’t be that rabid in our dislike of Johnny Foreigner, surely, if we’re still celebrating this gift from a foreigner to the English rural poor.
  • taken me past Jeremy Paxman, who I tend to think of as very English in the way he occasionally asks allegedly tough questions of politicians, but never actually goes for the jugular, never actually rocks the boat in any serious way. It’s also very English that this high profile TV personality can be walking in a lane on his own and be happy to exchange pleasantries with a stranger cycling by.
  • witnessed the eccentricities of village scarecrow competitions;
  • witnessed people suffering with Stoicism for good causes on charity rides and walks …

… and so on – I could drum up any number of examples of Englishness/Britishness; it’s especially easy to during a summer of bad weather, when we really do show our national characteristics off.

But then I read about how Britain was the ‘go to’ country if you wanted to want to learn how to torture your citizens.

Yes, that was in the 60s and 70s and perhaps we genuinely have moved on from then, but finding out about it is, nevertheless, enough to throw into question the whole image of the British.

At home, that image has been deftly managed to ensure that we think we’re the good guys in a world of untrustworthy foreigners.

What I found myself wondering was how would we look at our day-to-day lives, the manifestations of what we think of as Englishness/Britishness, if we knew these were the actions not of the good guys, but of the citizens of the ‘go-to’ country for wannabe torturers.

I didn’t arrive at any conclusion. Ultimately, it hinges on how responsible ordinary people are for the actions/apparatus of the state they live in. Unfortunately, it is possible to conclude that we, the British/English, might be guilty of not acting against the state when we should have done … or perhaps should do. That is sobering.

The Stoke Row Well
Racism On The Rise
Britain Training In Torture.

You Couldn’t Make It Up

Blair is a god-father to a Murdoch sprog
MI6 and Libyan torture connections
CEO remuneration and all the venal grotesques infesting board rooms
As for remuneration lawyers and all the other sycophant s…

Riding around rich areas – in the area you’d get if you drew the boundary to connect Henley, Maidenhead, Windsor and Reading – there are plenty of what I imagine are ‘CEO standard’ houses.

Obviously their pay sucks. It’s totally wrong on every level – even their own. These people boost profits by short-termism – cuts to the workforce, no job security, no benefits, minimum wage – and not ‘performance’ in any meaningful sense of the word. These people create a ‘no-future’ culture, the sort some people are citing as a root cause of the recent riots.

Naturally, you wish the riots would hit these people’s houses, directly, not shops and innocent people, but, ultimately, appropriate as it might be to see these venal idiots with their heads on spikes, what would that actually achieve? I suspect the answer is ‘not a lot’. Violence is always the temptation of the desperate, the frustrated, but it never solves anything. Resolution always has to come by some other means.

We can have a ripple of media concern as we did today, but that was it – just a ripple. No outcry. We can have a shareholders getting upset but they’re the arseholes who are funding these people, only crying now it’s too late.

What is needed is society as a whole to be disgusted with these people … and all the other things that are crawling out of the woodwork of late.