Politicians are never happier than when making an announcement. You can see the flash of purpose in their eyes, that ferocious desire to be seen to do something, and what better to demonstrate progress than a major transport infrastructure project – something physical and practical that comes with an engine and the perfect photo opportunity attached: David Cameron, sleeves rolled up on a zooming train; or Nick Clegg in a sharp suit, bounding off a carriage with a rare look of optimism on his drooping face.
Cameron’s sound bite was a classic of its kind: “It is vital that we get on board the highspeed revolution,” he blurbed. “We are in a global race and this government’s decision to make high-speed rail a reality is another example of the action we are taking to equip Britain to compete and thrive in that race.”
It could be a satirical poem. Note the close attention to language: “revolution”, “decision”, “action” – all the dramatic “doing” nouns are present and correct. Then there’s a nice pun (“get on board the high-speed revolution”) and, most sledgehammerish of all, a frenzied attempt to appeal to our basest competitive instincts. This “global race” idea has been around for a while, wheeled out by the Prime Minister on the instruction of some zealous adviser with the dead-eyed doggedness of someone who knows he’s speaking in code and it isn’t catching on. What race? Who else is in it? Everyone? Where is the finishing line, and what do we get if we win? The questions pile up unanswered, but in any case, I suspect most of us aren’t that worried about a fictitious international league table when the reality of navigating the HMRC website or paying a gas bill looms.
As a politician you have to care about winning – that’s the lifeblood of the game. The problem is that anyone who cares more about winning than anything else has to think tactically. Elections always hover in the near future and so there is the constant need for a quick fix or new toy with which to seduce the voter. Politicians are by definition impatient – they have power and therefore cannot understand or tolerate things not happening or any interruption to the constant show of activity. There can’t be a better metaphor for political impatience than HS2 – a package of reduced journey times, new jobs and growth all wrapped up in a seductive promise of speed. The faster we go, the better everything must be, so the logic goes.
The night of the announcement about high-speed rail, I happened to watch the perfect and opposite expression of this idea. West of Memphis is a recently released documentary about three young men from Arkansas, who in 1994 were wrongly charged with murdering three little boys. In the court’s rush to convict, the accused were found guilty, despite a lack of any physical evidence to pin them to the crime scene. The film charts the long, stubborn public campaign that eventually resulted in their release from prison in 2011, after 18 years inside.
It is a horrifying depiction of political impatience – the hunger to find culprits demonstrated in the manipulations of the police and the American justice system’s dysfunctionality. But it was the portraits of the campaigners and the accused that struck me the most. One was the girlfriend and then wife of Damien Echols, who had been branded the satanic ringleader of the trio and sentenced to death. For year after year, she fought, cajoled, struggled and battled with the political and legal systems to free her husband.
Then there was the even greater patience of Damien himself. At an awareness-raising concert, the actor Johnny Depp, a supporter of the campaign to free the trio, read out a paragraph written by Echols while in prison: “I can’t remember what it’s like to walk as a human being anymore. It’s been well over 16 years since I’ve walked anywhere. There are times when I’ve thought, surely someone is going to put a stop to this. Ah well, it does no good to dwell on it. Either I waste my energy by focusing on things I cannot change or I conserve my energy and apply it to things I can change.”
It is the perfect counterpoint to David Cameron’s speed-happy sound bite, and as an expression of patience in the face of power (as opposed to the impatience of power), it is poignantly eloquent. Here is a man incarcerated and shackled for so long that he has forgotten the natural movement of his body (when Echols was finally released, he had to keep wearing tinted sunglasses as his eyes were unable to cope with sunlight). Physically trapped, imprisoned for a crime that it was widely recognised he didn’t commit, it seemed inevitable that Echols would succumb to frustration and the psychological ravages of injustice. Yet he decided to conserve his energy, and wait.
Echols’s attitude might seem an extreme demonstration of patience but the word in its original form implies the tolerance of suffering. It derives directly from the Latin, pati, meaning to suffer or endure. It is not just about biding time but about withstanding pain. It is also about realising that the world doesn’t dance to your wishes and that there is not always a ready and neat solution.
For those in power, such thinking does not come naturally. The instinctive rhetoric is always one of moving forward, of the next bright thing to clutch at to distract us from the general mess – it is the schoolboy desire for a race to win, rather than the quiet acceptance of a more complicated fate.
The irony is that even with high-speed rail, our patience as citizens is required – not just the patience of those who deplore its route through their back gardens, or even of those who can’t wait to hop aboard and will have to wait 20 years till the thing’s built, but the patience of anyone who has been fervently promised by a politician that this will serve up jobs, growth and a brighter future. Nothing is as simple as that.