Showing posts with label Northern Ireland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Northern Ireland. Show all posts

Thursday, 27 December 2007

Post-Christmas Blair Which? project

Erstwhile Buckinghamshire weekender Tony Blair has joined his wife’s church. Why not? Two years’ sixth form journo harum-scarum on this topic was all bilge, and would have been even if TB were still PM. If Lloyd George, a Baptist, had decided to join the Methodist Church, it would not have mattered a spearmint puff. How much less this man, this century. Christians join other denominations every day. Advertising for a new archdeacon this year, a significant proportion of applicants were originally ordained in the RC Church. So what? Only denominations that take themselves way too seriously, or just don’t understand post-Christendom would be bovvered. So Tony Blair deserves better than crackpot right wing RC’s sounding off like the Judaean People’s Front about how unworthy he is to join them. They should read more Graham Greenes.

But what about Tony Blair the leader? In the season for annual reviews, what’s the historical score? How would a consumer mag rate our recent history? Here’s one Oxonian nerd hot tip — Historians’ verdicts on leaders are usually more positive than those of their detractors / persecutors immediately after they left office. It looked like decline and fall for this erstwhile Blair voter to count no fewer than six “Bliar” Tee shirts in one tube carriage last summer. Does this fate await all England managers and prime minsters? Build ’em up, knock ’em down — they were never as good or bad as the papers said. Paying tribute to Tony Blair’s idealism and charisma sounds almost Blairily insincere.

Historically speaking? Gladstone came from a conservative background but was willing (sometimes too willing?) to play a high radical hand. Gladstone was high minded and immensely hard working, with a knack for catching the moment rhetorically. Enemies accused Gladstone of ruthless demagoguery, of which he was himself utterly unaware. They called Gladstone insincere, when he was in fact only too sincere.

Incredibly, when you consider what both were up against, the Gladstone project in Ireland, like the Blair project there, almost made it home. Gladstone’s government ground into the dust, like Blair’s, amidst recriminations about an overseas fiasco involving Muslims — Sudan for Gladstone, Iraq for Blair.

Blair’s governments blew impressive economic bubbles, delivered a minimum wage, tackled the foothills of child poverty, inspired style iconry and mildly rebalanced a few UK priorities. None of these were quite all they were cracked up to be, but they were hard-earned and amount to considerably more than nothing. Did Blair renew the UK constitutional setup, or did he destroy it? We’ll see. Ditto Education.

Healthcare was a more precarious endeavour. Blair sincerely piled shedloads of cash in, but somehow the returns diminished and the more that went in, the less people appreciated it. Perhaps, and the only way to discover this was to try it, the UK simply maxed out the benefit any market model healthcare system could deliver without as much money leaking out the bottom as was going in the top. Contemplating Debt Mountain and aging assets, historians may wonder at the scale of PFI — a UK public works funding scheme rather like putting your mortgage on your credit card. Tony Blair’s most serious tactical political disaster, although it seemed like a good idea at the time, was announcing his departure in 2005. The UK media being the UK media, he never quite got out of the garage for his third term.

Tony Blair’s Mary Tudor “Calais” would have to be Iraq. This is a real shame, because his leadership over Kosovo and Sierra Leone was courageous, creative and effective. Surely Blair was right to cherish the US/UK relationship. It was just Blair’s bad luck that the US fell into the hands of a foreign policy ingenu and Neocon experimentalist, who mired his country recklessly in a Suez-style adventure that screwed up its prestige in the Middle East. Compare and contrast Annapolis with Camp David, and weep. Afghanistan was dumb. Iraq was dumber. In the story of the American Empire, the Iraq war will probably play a similar part to the Boer War in the tale of its British counterpart, militarily and otherwise.

Possibly Blair did all he could to temper the loonery, but in fact almost a million innocent civilians died, Iraq collapsed into major chaos and became a world terrorist centre, whilst Iran’s star began to rise. UK public trust crumbled after the dodgy dossier. The CIA used to say, you can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube.

Or can you? It remains to be seen what’s next for Tony Blair. He’s certainly made a far more selfless, courageous and principled start to his next career than his predecessors did to theirs. It could even be redemptive. It’s all too easy to judge others who bear burdens we will never have to shoulder. Perhaps it’s time t0 cut him a bit of slack for now, and offer our sincere prayers and good wishes for the future.

Wednesday, 12 September 2007

Making Sense of the Troubles?

Interesting blog comment from Bishop David Chillingworth — Northern Irish bishop of St Andrews, Dunkeld & Dunblane in Scotland — about reconciliation after the troubles and truth:
There is an interesting debate going on about how much truth the new Northern Ireland can cope with. The South African model of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission suggests that progress is inextricably linked with the availability of truth. The question is how much truth the fragile political process and political institutions in Northern Ireland can cope with at this stage.
As Ian Paisley steps down from the leadership of the denomination he founded, +David also references what looks like a fascinating collection of resources for the painful process of reconciliation based on truth from the Centre for Contemporary Christianity in Ireland. Coming from mainly Evangelical roots, but with realism and a deep sense of the whole counsel of scripture, both the methods and content of CCCI's work look very significant indeed for contexts far beyond the province.

I have seen UK media stories about Northern Ireland most days for the past 40 years, but I have to confess and marvel at my ignorance about it. The best Noddy book to recap it all for me has been David McKitterick & David McVea's Making Sense of the Troubles. The same authors have produced another Correspondents' masterpiece, Lost Lives: The Stories of the Men, Women and Children Who Died Through the Northern Ireland Troubles. When I picked it up in Waterstones in Lisburn this summer, I couldn't bear to read it. It's an aggregation of the stories of the 3697 people who died in the troubles since 1966 — a memorial as much as a history. Here is the pity of this war, and sketches of the faces behind those figures that most of us Brits got used to disregarding as they rolled by on the evening news for 40 years. 3697 people died and, by and large, this side of the water, we neither knew nor cared who they were or why.

Is that their problem, or ours?

Sunday, 2 September 2007

A long and winding road...

As I return to work after our summer holidays, I'm looking forward, holding in my mind a rather magical looking Irish road (honestly, no photoshop tricks) we found ourselves on this summer near Ballymoney in County Antrim...












21/08/2007, 19:11
1/500 @ F5·6 (set to 1600 ASA)
© Alan Wilson

Monday, 27 August 2007

Suits over Stormont — Leadership Secrets of the Grey Men

What did they want? The Status Quo! When did they want it? Now!

A chronic theme of the Northern Ireland troubles has been the desperate shortage of gifted leaders — With one or two honorable exceptions, the order of the day for all sides, especially the government, has been mediocrity, limited vision and playing to a sectional home crowd.

Real leadership has been emergent — who could have guessed, even comparatively recently, that Ian Paisley would be first minster, and Gerry Adams his deputy? Yet they have been the people who cared enough and had the stickability to come out ahead... perhaps.

Here are 5 colleagues' or historians' assessments of NI political leaders since 1943:
  1. "A very limited and extremely wooden man... far out of his depth."

  2. "With a small coterie of advisers, his administration sometimes resembled a medieval court, and the roots of his personal power are perilously shallow."

  3. "A massive intelligence, only partly in gear, which moved sideways towards the problem like a crab, and then scuttled back into its hole without actually coming to grips with it."

  4. "a good, kind and able minister who became trapped by his office, and was too exhausted to realise he had little more to offer..." "I don't mind him wrestling with his conscience for ages over every issue. What I mind is the result always seems to be a draw."

  5. "His semidetached style of government, which had allowed him plenty of time for running his estate in Fermanagh, the indulgence of his beloved fishing and shooting, and occasional long winter cruises in sunnier climates, was increasingly seen as dangerously anachronistic. He became the butt of an effective NILP campaign against "part time" or "amateur" government"
And here come the Men in Grey — Status Quo Defenders...
  • [A] Reginald Maudling, Home Secretary, 1970-2 (minister responsible for Bloody Sunday)

  • [B] Basil Brooke, NI PM, 1943-63

  • [C] Captain Terence O'Neil, NI PM, 1963-9

  • [D] Major James Chichester-Clark, NI PM 1969-71

  • [E] Merlyn Rees, NI Secretary of State, 1974-6
Can you guess which historical assessment goes with which Grey Man? If so, er, you could impress the neighbours and even, perhaps, win the coveted award of a virtual Mars Bar.

Finally, as a bonus, there's a supplementary competition "What was he smoking?" One of these five leaders did have a Greater Vision. He realised how small and isolated the six counties would increasingly become in Ireland, and hatched a characteristically barren scheme to drain Lough Neagh and turn it into a seventh county. But which one?


Friday, 24 August 2007

Final Wilson Family Postcard from Belfast

Some people thought we were crazy going on holiday to Belfast. "Are you sure?" someone asked me with real concern in their voice a few days before we went.

Just for the record, it's worked out brilliantly for everyone. This city is rebuilding, and it's a good time to visit. Many people the English side of the water are prejudiced about Northern Ireland, so the queues are small. This week has turned round forty years of negative media Northern Ireland images for me.

People have been amazing. There's good and bad in everyone, everywhere, but along with a certain 'in your face' quality, we've seldom encountered such kindness and honesty elsewhere:
  1. "Was it safe?" people asked. When I lost my wallet containing cash and everything in a swimming pool in Lisburn, Ray (14), who found it, took it straight round to the police station, no ifs ands or buts. Any big city has its dangers, but there's a fundamental honesty about the place here you don't find everywhere.

  2. Hotel staff (in a no frills place) went out of their way to be friendly to the children, and help us out, way beyond the call of duty.

  3. When we had bought £40 of lunch for the children at Belfast Zoo, we realised they didn't take debit cards at the café till, and hadn't the cash to cover it. The lady at the till got us to write our address on the bill, and they'll send it when they get round to it.
And so we could continue. Everything I'd heard about the personal qualities of people here was borne out many times over. We've also had one or two amazing family meals out. The land is beautiful, and prices for everything are lower than in England.

We're all really glad we ignored the propaganda and enjoyed a fantastic holiday together in a beautiful place!

Wednesday, 22 August 2007

Holiday Fun Covenant Competition — Calling all Historians!

In February 1638, in Greyfriars Kirk in Edinburgh, Scots noblemen, gentry, clergy and burgesses signed a National Covenant, committing themselves under God to preserving the purity of the Kirk.

My distant ancestor Margaret Wilson is alleged to have been drowned in the Solway Firth by Episcopalians for the sake of the Covenant. Margaret, if you're reading this up there and wondering how your great great great something grandson ended up as a bishop, just take it as evidence that things are rarely as bad as they seem in the long term and in the end, er, everything is relative.

The Covenant was wildly popular, and, in the short term, sorted out the bishops and King Charles. But hang on — Jesus said you know something's value by its fruits, not its origin or its popularity. The Covenant's unintended consequence was the Salami Slicing of the Kirk, accelerating after 1843 into various iterations of wee and free. Amongst other eventual descendants of the Covenant, you can number the Ku Klux Klan.

On 28 September 1912, Sir Edward Carson signed Ulster's Solemn League and Covenant. It mobilised Unionists, but its prime unintended consequence was 85 years of Civil War in the province. The PLO Covenant inaugurated er, the PLO. And just to show that covenanting doesn't stop you being covenanted against, the Hamas Covenant constituted a movement to destroy the PLO, as well as the Israelis.

Even in far-away galaxies, Covenants can be divisive. I am told, by those who know far more about this sort of thing than I ever could, that the Jedi Covenant certainly was:
There were no lengths that the Covenant would not go in order to prevent the rise of the Sith. The Covenant's Coruscant leadership sanctioned the Padawan Massacre of Taris after the four masters had a vision of the destruction wrought by Mandalorian Wars, Jedi Civil War and the First Jedi Purge. It appeared to be carried out by a Sith Lord in a red environmental suit, which might have served as a symbol that one of their Padawans would fall to the dark side, considering they were all wearing that same suit at the time the visions took place.

So there's a handy cut out 'n keep guide to a few Covenants.

We in the Anglican Communion have been discussing our own Covenant (see below), which of course doesn't involve beefing up our organisation to exclude Sith, establishing Coruscant leadership, or Purging errant Jedi.

But I wondered, and this is a historical not a theological enquiry, can anyone out there think of a "Covenant" (outside the Bible) in this or any other Galaxy, which, in the perspective of history has engendered unity?

A (virtual) Mars Bar reward, at least, goes to anyone who can help me out here... It's not a perfectly serious exercise, but enquiring minds would like to know...

Mainstays of Moralism or Mavens of Mirth?

My new found suspicion that Belfast may be the secret Mecca of Merriment took a bit of a bashing yesterday when I encountered Exhibit A (Left) — a classic dance venue, the Floral Hall, looking even less inviting than some Churches I have encountered.

But soft! Soon afterwards I encountered Exhibit B (Right/ below) — Acorn Coach and Minibus Hire of County Antrim. Is a "Church Run" anything like what the Royal Navy calls a "Run Ashore"? Could you book a "Night Club Run" for a Church? Or a "Church Run" for a Night Club?

Serious Whimsy outbreak in East Belfast

Belfast has not historically been famous for vibrant irony and whimsy fun, so I was more than pleasantly surprised to find a chip shop (with a website) in the heart of Protestant East Belfast which could yet turn the city into a world centre of merriment.

The originator of the slogan, Sir Edward Carson, however, does not look like someone who would find this kind of thing amusing...

Tuesday, 21 August 2007

Signs of the Times in Stroke City

Nope. It's still there, Derry, in spite of all the confusion on this subject at Northern Ireland Railways.

But things are moving forward... The famous Free Derry sign is looking what Noel Coward would call "terribly Pink."

Work is also being done to incorporate some jolly stone-throwers and a Bernadette Devlin MP lookalike, armed to the teeth with, er, an official IRA Megaphone. Prods, of course, don't use megaphones. The Revd Ian Paisley proved conclusively years ago they don't need them.






The whole City has also been working on its image.
In various places around the town its cheery traditional (and deeply symbolic, you may feel) coat of arms:

is giving way to the following namby-pamby rebranding, including the D-word:Incredible as it may seem, the times they are a'changing, even in London/Derry, which some are beginning to call "Stroke City" — an ingenious way to name the place without annoying anyone, except the medical profession, perhaps...

Progress may disappoint a Mexican tourist I encountered up on the walls who asked me if I knew where she could find "Bloody Sunday." She seemed rather put out when I told her she had shown up 35 years too late. She seemed to think it was a regular local custom, like the Olney Pancake Race. Which, of course, some of the locals seem to think it is, too.

A Leprechaun told him to say it...

There's a story doing the rounds here in the province about a bemused New Zealand tourist who was told by railway clerk that she couldn't buy a ticket to Derry because "Derry doesn't exist." Like all sorts of things round here, this happening is the tip of an iceberg which has been rolling (officially) since 2003.

Shock! Horror! Have the wee folk snapped up the Bogside?

We're off to investigate today

Saturday, 18 August 2007

Divis Flats, Falls Road, Sandy Row, Shankhill — redeeming some names from the curse of the past....

For as long as I can remember Belfast was a war zone. It seems incredible that people so decent, caring and pleasant should have descended into civil war for the best part of forty years. Belfast now is in full recovery, building everywhere to put behind it the legacy of the troubles. Thank God.

There's a particular theological challenge here. Jesus said people would know the genuineness of faith not by its content, or its conformity to some ideal specification, but by its fruits. How could religion bear such bitter fruit?

Dawkins, of course, would say it was religion wot done it. Dawkins has a point. Sometimes, as the Chief Rabbi tactfully puts it, people believe too much. But you don't have to know very much about the troubles to see that religious identity was only a background factor. Sir Edward Carson wasn't a religious leader, as such, nor were those who have driven this strife ever since. It's about far more than religion, and most religious people on all sides tried consistently to ameliorate the worst of it, rather than stoke it up. Anyway, the hypothesis that atheism somehow stops you being violent is ridiculous: most of the great Mass Murderers of the last century — Mao, Stalin, etc. — were, in fact, secularists.

As history begins to emerge from the headlines and slogans, here's one crude tentative hypothesis, overheard on the streets. It states that these nice people were let down catastrophically by their leaders, at all levels, including the highest echelons of the British government. Wilson, Heath and Callaghan governments committed their fair share of cock-ups and bad tactical calls, but were essentially carried along by forces beyond their ken, reacting tactically to something they didn't really understand, and couldn't think through strategically.

The shocking, culpable failure came in the late 80's when the UK government pulled up the draw bridge, pursuing illusory military solutions to a non-military problem. Thousands died whilst they sat on their spotty behinds, trying to sound hard for Fleet Street, throwing shedloads of money at increasingly ingenious security measures — anything except the one thing needful.

History awards surprising prizes. I was never keen on the Major government, but they turned things round. Often panned by Fleet Street as weak and vacillating, Major had the imagination and moral courage to see there was no military solution, and the problem wasn't going to go away unless he did something. Far from the line that "you can't talk to people like that" that played to the gallery at home but accomplished nothing, Major (and, eventually, Trimble) came to see that the people they really needed to talk to were the enemy. Until that happened nothing was going to change.

Well there's a tentative historical hypothesis, from which we learn...
  1. Wars on terrorism are, by definition, exercises in pointlessness and futility because they attack the symptom not the cause. When you win the hearts of people of goodwill, you win. There is no military solution — the lesson the British learnt at great cost in Kenya, Malaya, Cyprus, Aden, etc. etc., and Northern Ireland.

  2. Positive change happened here, and in South Africa, when the two sides sat down together and talked. The role of leaders is to bring people together. Any fool can cheerlead abusive songs from their own camp. It takes courage and real leadership to talk; and until someone develops that courage and leadership you are descending into a deep abyss, from which it will take years to emerge. If you feel the urge to walk out, turn it round now, and get listening, get talking.

  3. We have to find a more Christlike way of doing Christianity, for God's sake, for the peace and salvation of the world, for our own souls' good.

    St Paul's letters to Corinth dealt functionally with the bizarre phenomenon of schism among Christians — the body that rips itself apart for the sake of politics and being right, the Christian who fixes on a leader who comes to matter more than Christ. In Ephesians 2 he hits the heart of the matter — Christ has broken down every dividing wall of hostility that stands between people — race, or identity, or history. Who are we to rebuild them?

    Posture and manipulate as much as we will, in the end we have to sit down in peace as children of one heavenly Father. We are all laden with culture, expectation and identity. As we lay down those burdens for what they are, we will be free to discover each other the way God sees us, with perfect understanding and hope, and begin to live a bit of the life of the world to come now. That's how redemption works on the ground.
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