Rupert Murdoch is very sorry. He’s very sorry that he didn’t know anything about what went on at his newspapers, which was wrong but not the fault of the people in charge of those newspapers, and he’s very sorry that those people who were in charge, but didn’t know anything about the wrong things that were happening, have now had to resign.
Rebekah Brooks is sorry. She’s sorry that although she was in charge of newspapers for which despicable acts took place, she knew nothing about it, having been on holiday when many of these incidents took place, and not having known about it otherwise. She’s sorry that she said that her organisation had paid police, when what she meant to say was that her organisation had not paid police. These things happen, when you’re in a high pressure situation. You can end up saying things you didn’t mean to say.
David Cameron is sorry. He’s sorry that he gave someone a second chance. He’s sorry that the second chance, which he gave someone, by giving them a second chance, didn’t work out as well as he might have hoped. No-one warned him that by giving this someone a second chance, it might not be the best outcome in the history of the world, although some people say they did warn him, and that he must have either not even read those warnings, or not listened to them, or proceeded anyway.
Everyone’s sorry. Everyone is sorry that what happened happened, and that even though they were in the kind of positions where you might expect them to know about what happened, they didn’t know about what happened. No-one knew anything, and were quite right to dismiss all the investigative work on the phone hacking story as boring lefty troublemakers doing some yawnworthy tedium, until the tale about the hacking of a dead teenager’s phone came out – at which point it actually mattered.
It mattered because the story went beyond the BBC, or the Guardian, or the usual suspects – it went everywhere, and wasn’t going to go away. It wasn’t just being read about by the kind of people who’d never buy your papers; it was being read about by exactly the kind of people who do buy your papers, and are disgusted with you for having run the kind of paper where this kind of thing happened. Then it mattered a lot.
Then, everyone who is now sorry was as shocked as everyone else. Imagine the shock. The surprise. Imagine not having known about anything, all that time. Imagine employing someone – giving them a second chance, if you want to use that phrase – who was rumoured to be involved in some dodgy dealing, and not having sat them down and forced them to tell you exactly what they knew and didn’t know. Imagine that.
Would you feel sorry, or would there be another feeling running through you? Not sorry, but something else… shame. Shame that you should have known, but didn’t know. Shame that you didn’t ask the right questions of the right people. Shame that you didn’t know where any of this information came from, and just paid people for it anyway. Shame that you were in charge, yet weren’t in charge. Shame that you took the absolutely enormous salary, yet didn’t know what you were doing, apparently.
Everyone’s sorry, and everyone involved in this grubby mess hopes that a simple sorry will make everything all right again. Just a simple sorry, and hope that the fuss dies down, and then up pops the Sun on Sunday on August 7, or thereabouts, and it’s the football season and there’ll be a massive preview and free gifts and other lovely things for you to look at, and everyone will just shrug their shoulders and think, oh well, I suppose we’d better give them a second chance, hadn’t we? It’s important to give people second chances. And that will be that. Crisis averted. Ed Miliband foiled. Everything carries on, much as it did before.
Unless people aren’t prepared to tolerate being fooled again. And unless people aren’t prepared to think that a simple sorry will get Murdoch and friends out of this sorry mess.