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The Spectator 2
The Colonels Lady
and Judy OGrady
or
Shh. Dont Peep.
Teresa May said the Conservatives had to stop being the nasty party, and the resultone of the resultsis the present-day Spectator. If you write for it (and if youre not Rod Liddle, whoin order to make a contrast with everyone elsedoes the nasty bit 1), you have to be nice. And if you write about something like the rise of political Islam, which someone else (Rod Liddle, say) might be nasty about, you have to be especially nice. The thinner the ice, the more lightly you skate. Thats the challenge. And no one rises to it, remains airborne longer or lands with more gravity-defying grace, than Charles Moore, an ex-editor of the Spectator himself.
The challenge he set himself on March 222 was huge: to remain thoroughly nice and all-round acceptable not just while writing about the rise of political Islam and the problems of multiculturalism and terrorism (difficult enough in itself you might think) but doing so as a patriot who loves his country and believes that to ignore such matters carries the germ of a dangerous, Vichy-French-like defeatism. Now, to carry that off, youve got to be nice. Nice-ish won't do. Not some ordinary nice-enough-if-the-circumstances-are-right sort of niceness. You've got to be a Torvill-and-Dean of Niceness. A Nureyev. Houdini. Youve got to be Mohammed Ali, floating like a butterfly and stinging like one too. Youve got to be Charles Moore.
And he is.
The trick to being nice about such matters (and, perhaps, a trick, after all, is all it is, and not quite as honest as it should be) is to talk about the danger of Muslim extremism as if there were no dangers attached to Muslim (Shh. Dont say Peep ) i-m-m-i-g-r-a-t-i-o-n. Distinguish between good people and bad people only, and shut your eyes to differences of race and culture, andHey presto!Rod himself could sound nice. Talk as if the problems and the dangers of the rise of political Islam have nothing at all to do with rising numbers of Muslim immigrants and you can be as nasty as you like about the bad people without being thought any the less nice yourself. The condition on which you are free to object to demonic Muslim violence and literalist Muslim rigidities, to Mawdudi, the Hizb ut Tahrir, the Wahhabis and Salafists, al-Queda, Hamas and the Taleban is that
You dont friggin well mention immigration. Got it? And, no, it doesnt matter how many there are or how uneducated or how little disposed to adapt to the ways of the people they have come to live amongst.
And if anyone should wonder whether theres anything less than perfectly-nice somewhere near the bottom of your objection to Muslim extremism, youve some buns to throw him, three shop-bought and stale, one, cooked by yourself, which couldn't be fresher: (1) the great majority of Muslims are peaceful, worthy fellow-citizens with jobs and families just like anyone else (2) they are not truly represented by the extremists (3) they suffer from the extremists just like anyone else and (4) [the truly fresh bun straight from the cookhouse] these extremistsimmigrants or the children of immigrants, who so hate the way of life of the people they have come to live amongst that, not for any definite, achievable political purpose but for mere love of the thing, they blow their fellow-citizens indiscriminately into piecesmay be likened to our own, native Red Robbos and Arthur Scargills of the 70s and 80s. Once the latters power was broken, ordinary, moderate, native trade unionists learned to act responsibly in their own economic interests. Once the power of the Muslim extremists is broken, so too will ordinary, moderate, Muslim immigrants. And then theyll be just like us. Like the Colonels Lady an Judy OGrady, natives and immigrants, trade unionists and Islamists are sisters under their skins. Not exactly, of course but, still, sort of. What could be nicer?
NOTES
1 He supports Millwall and he dont care.
2 A version of the Keith Joseph Memorial Lecture he gave at the Centre for Policy Studies the week before.
The Great Lives, the only Treasures
In the series of Great Lives [first week in May 2008] the Radio 4 website tells us: Poet Simon Armitage nominates Joy Division singer Ian Curtis who took his own life in 1980 at the age of 23. The host, interviewing Poet Simon Armitage and the rest, is in fact Matthew Parris. Poet Simon Armitage obliged with a few of his own lines before they got down to Ian Curtis, lines about going out of the back door of Dove Cottage. Snatches of the music of Joy Division were played from time to time. Naturally, their sounds are to music as Simon Armitages lines are to poetry. Mr Armitage explained that he was trying to define Curtiss telling and lasting contribution to . . . music and to see his achievements in context. The context was that of pop/punk/rock/heavy metal of the late 1970s for which the bass player in the band explained that Curtis had been a kind of finishing school.
Some of the pieces were near enough to melody to demonstrate that Curtis did not sing in tune. What he sang is called music only by misplaced courtesy. Armitage said that the achievement was to express the soul of Manchester. Poor old Manchester! this may well be true.
This was the week after complaints were being reported from the schools that the children were increasingly taking celebrities as role-models, and that most of them want to grow up to be celebrities themselves.
What ought to have been on Curtiss tombstone?
NIHIL TETIGIT QUOD NON ORNAVIT
AFTER EXPULSION FROM SCHOOL
FOR DRUG OFFENCES
AND BEFORE HE KILLED HIMSELF
HE ATTAINED CELEBRITY
BY SINGING OUT OF TUNE
Is it really a great life to make uninteresting sounds and then in early manhood to commit suicide? Tell me what you like and Ill tell you what you are. Matthew Parris as arbiter of taste: could anything be madder? The judgement that self-parody by the judging classes can go no further is constantly disappointed. It can and does.
By these standards, Matthew Parriss is itself a great life. Is suicide a prerequisite for a great life, or can he fit into the series one in which he interviews himself? or what about interviewing himself in the act of committing suicide?
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