Who's sorry now?
. . . on Tebbit, tokens, transfers and Test pitches
Is there no end to this apologising? After the bankers and Jeremy Clarkson comes an even more improbable penitent: Norman Tebbit. From a 25th-anniversary book on the 1984 miners’ strike – Marching to the Fault Line by Francis Beckett and David Hencke – we learn that Tebbit “feels remorse”. He told the authors: “The scale of the closures [of mines] went too far. The damage done to those communities was enormous.”
Much as I welcome such confessions of error, I wonder if Tebbit and others shouldn't give more tangible evidence of their regret. John Profumo was so sorry about the Christine Keeler affair that he spent the rest of his life helping poor people in London's East End. I suppose Tebbit is a bit old for that now, but perhaps he could spend a few weeks each year helping out with social problems in the former mining areas. He told Beckett and Hencke that he particularly regretted the loss of communities where a troublesome child was taken "round the back" for "a good clip round the ear".
No doubt the good people of, say, Barnsley would welcome his lessons in effective parenting. As for the bankers, they could demonstrate their contrition by living, for just a year, off an income that bears some resemblance to what the rest of us receive. Even the minimum after-tax income that puts a household into the top 10 per cent (about £41,000 a year for two adults without dependent children) would be a salutary lesson for them. They might then understand why so many people couldn't pay their loans back. Contemplating the bankers, I begin to wonder if Mao, who sent the professional classes back to the factories and fields for re-education, didn't after all have a point.
So far, my finances have fortunately survived the recession unscathed. But the climate still has an effect. For most of my adult life, I took the arrogant view that fussing over small amounts of money is a waste of psychic energy. The time spent finding the cheapest gas supplier, I thought, was better spent reading Tolstoy, Shelley or even a thriller by my old friend Robert Harris. Moreover, to remain aloof from this business of searching out the best “deal” was to reject one of the central tenets of Thatcherism: that we should all conduct our lives as though we were Grantham shopkeepers, poring over cash ledgers long after sensible folk were downing their second Scotch of the evening.
The other day, however, I cut a 20p money-off Weetabix voucher from one of the papers and carried this thrilling token of thrift to the supermarket. Unfortunately, I forgot to hand it in at the checkout. The loss entirely spoiled my day. Later, I spent a morning transferring money from one savings account to another, in search of higher interest. I then realised that some three hours' expenditure of time and effort would give me, six months hence, a one-off gain of £16, a rate for my time that is below the national minimum wage.
You may think my Weetabix tale of no significance except as evidence that I have become a sad anorak with dubious breakfasting habits. But it casts unexpected light on the banking crisis. Psychologists tell us that fear of loss has a far more powerful influence on human behaviour than the hope of gain. The truth is that my loss wasn’t a loss at all; I paid the same for Weetabix as I normally do, and would have done so happily had I never seen the coupon. But I felt it as a loss. Similarly, as they continued to invest in securitised thingummies and collateralised wotsits after they had already made millions, the bankers convinced themselves that they would “lose” money for themselves and their shareholders if they pulled out. In reality, the worst that could have happened was that they missed out on more fat gains. Thus does capitalism twist human psychology and bring out the worst in all of us.
I am not one of those plunged into gloom by the rightward swing in the Israeli elections. On the contrary, the sooner Israel Beytenu, under its apparently racist leader Avigdor Lieberman, becomes the largest party, the better. Peace will be made and properly secured only when the most extreme politicians on both sides have emerged as leaders.
Everybody then understands there's nowhere else to go, as there wasn't in Northern Ireland once Ian Paisley and Gerry Adams had emerged as leaders of the largest parties. We're already a quarter of the way there, since Hamas rules the Gaza Strip if not the West Bank. Can we look forward to Lieberman one day shaking hands over a deal with Hamas? Much stranger things have happened.
England sports teams keep losing, but their sense of imperial superiority dies hard. A few months ago, England’s cricketers had to be bullied into returning to India after the Mumbai terrorist attacks which, the players apparently believed, would instantly lead to nationwide anarchy. Yet no overseas team contemplated refusing to play in England during the IRA bombing campaign and the Australians continued their tour of 2005 without question even though news of the 7 July bombings came during the first one-day international.
This month, the second England-West Indies Test was abandoned after ten balls because the ground was unfit. Nobody quite said that those darkies couldn’t be relied on to organise anything, but that was the subtext of many of the comments. Yet in 1975, supporters protesting the innocence of the gangster George Davis – back in the news recently after the death of his former wife, Rose, who led the campaign for his release – roughed up a Test pitch, causing another abandonment. That was because the ground authorities at Headingley, Leeds couldn’t organise proper overnight security.
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