Some newspaper columnists refer to our politicians in
Ireland - and indeed to us voters - as Neanderthals, that is to say, we are
living about forty thousand or even ten times that much out of date. This
is one of a number of current journalist
insults offered to readers, an even more
considered insult than, say, calling
someone Rocket-man" or "pinhead". Some of
our newspaper columnists seem to
encourage this abuse, some not. Maybe they insult people out of habit. But is that the only reason they do it? And how much
insult are we, the readers and
customers, to take ?
Our fellow citizens are said to be humans thinking "tribally" or not thinking at all. Some columnists say we, whether politicians
or voters, are "idiots", a
word which in decent modern journalism should not be used about anyone. Calling people idiots is offensive but writers who would primly and coyly refer to
the "n..... word" and the "f... word" and the "c...word" as if
they would not sully their copy with
them nevertheless use the, let' s call it " the idiot word". Just
when psychologists and other professional health workers wouldn't dare use it. Abuse by word seems at times likely to overshadow
the work of the majority of our journalists who reflect what is best because
they respect it rather than the worst because it is politically or financially
useful.
So we read the opinion columns about political parties
with" control freakery" rather than reason, about how one political
party campaigns for something but the other "touts the notion....", such
and such a political idea is dismissed
as "a stupid idea.....", that in N. Ireland people are obsessed with trivial issues in a
way that others are not......, about how Stormont "reeked" and
if Stormont (parliament building) needed decorated it's unlikely the MLAs could
agree a colour scheme beyond magnolia.....unionists here are still stuck in a
time warp.....Mr. So and So MP is
reliably spluttery......nothing has changed, every year it springs to mind
: Time to give 'the dreary steeples
' their regular dust down and repointing........"
But people think and vote for reasons.
Writers and analysts have the wonderful privilege of revealing reasons to readers who want to know them. Calling people idiots, incompetents, lazy and
gormless is not reasonable, it is as if we were afraid of looking for reasons
or unaware that there are any. Disdain aplenty. Analysis short.
We criticise the
policies of our newspapers, politicians
and churches, of course we do, we make and re-make our decisions, certainly we
do . But we do things for reasons. It is for our writers to look for reasons and
treat the people who have them with courtesy.
A prominent academic said about us in West Belfast, where I live, that
we are solipsistic. We are neither
solipsistic ( always inward looking) nor selfish any more than other people, or
if we are, let someone prove it, not just say it. Nor are we, as one of our bishops has said of
us, that we are "opposed to
authority and law and everything..." .
We may not, in the words of the
Bible, have turned swords into ploughshares but we turned Bonfires into
Festivals while many others built their
bonfires bigger and that was no mean feat.
Publicly describing any of our neighbours as
Neanderthal or stupid, as leeches sucking blood out of the
treasury or worshippers of stale ideas because they are old ones
does not reflect us in our many views
and choices. It cannot represent our opponents either.
Years ago at a meeting in Dublin I listened to people around a table saying again and again that we in the North of Ireland voted
"tribally". When my
time came to speak I objected to this and said it was a denial of the fact that we thought a
great deal about why and how we should vote.
Accusing us of simply being "tribal"
is an easy way out, a refusal, perhaps an inability, to analyse our real
thoughts and actions. As we left the meeting I was approached by one of the
speakers who then accused me of being a racist because I objected to the term "tribal"
being used to describe our thinking.
I believe we are among the most aware of people regarding politics,
having had plenty to think and talk about, and thinking and talking plenty . Among my voting neighbours during my lifetime
there have been nationalists, socialists, unionists, republicans and others ;
our political choices changed from time
to time, otherwise there would be little point in canvassing at election time
because canvassing is based upon the
idea that voters can and do think, can
and do change. There was a time in N
Ireland - I am old enough to remember such things - when many local council seats went "unopposed"
in elections - this was not because people did not think rationally about
it, they did but the electoral system
was so rigged that it was pointless to
express new choices or encourage
observers to believe there could be any.
Changing possession of many of the council seats had been systematically
rendered impossible. This was not the
voters' fault, it was the fault of a
system imposed by government.
Anyway, we don't necessarily do what our parents or our ancestors
did. My Father and Mother were Nationalists. They were
among the early buyers of a few shares in
a newspaper and this showed what side of the Nationalists they were on. I
inherited the shares, changed my political - and religious - views as I got
older and sold the shares because I
wanted the cash more than the newspaper's politics.
Growing up we learned about the importance of difference. In a dozen neighbouring houses in the mixed area where I grew up there lived Professor Savoury
who spent many weekends preaching against Catholics - he was of Huguenot stock,
a couple of doors from him lived a Nationalist family, divided between both nationalist
sides following the Treaty, but one of
whom was arrested "for wearing the
Easter Lily of the Republic". In a
neighbouring parish people were advised from the pulpit - I remember this too -
to vote unionist rather than for a
socialist republican. My Father who came
from Cavan favoured Mr De Valera, listened happily to broadcasts during elections down South when Fianna Fail won in
1932, but disapproved of some of De Valera's followers . Friends urged him to enter the political
arena in Belfast on the Nationalist side but my Mother persuaded him not to - it
was a time when Catholics were targets and we were a growing-up family, so
minds had to be made up not always between the good and the bad but between the good and the better. In
adulthood one of my brothers joined the Anti-Partition League and became its
Treasurer but resigned when they insisted on having a picture of the Pope on
the wall of their Belfast Office. He admired the Indian medical Service and
those who joined it but he read more books critical of the British Empire than the rest of us put
together while my Father and his friends on their days off would take the tram to Glengormley and walk and talk
together about Labour in Irish History. When the Orangemen marched down the Ormeau
Road my Father would ask us to come out
and watch "the brethren" as he always called them. Most of the time we said No. We made choices, we did not always
"follow my leader". He was
satisfied either way.
So in West Belfast
which has been my home now for many years, I have been able to appreciate with great respect the breadth of choices and decisions my
neighbours make. Somewhere in my cupboards there is a beautiful banner in green and gold
announcing, "Long Live Our Member for West Belfast ". It
must have been for Joe Devlin, Hibernian
and conservative Nationalist, certainly too early for Gerry Adams the republican to whom so many
voters turned in later years. The banner
is a reminder of how people adjust to changing times, adjust their genius
for knowing what should come next rather than repeat what went before; different choices people in West Belfast have
made as they thought about what they should do to make politics different in a
world different from that of their forebears.
People change. Some writers
don't notice the change, perhaps imagining or pretending there is none. They say their fellow citizens struggling to
adjust their ideas to the times and the
times to their ideals are simply humans thinking tribally or humans not thinking at all. Some of our newspapers are reflecting this verbal
abuse. But since people think and do things for a
reason a wonderful privilege journalist writers and analysts have is to reveal and
discuss reasons. Calling people idiots
and incompetents, lazy and gormless is a useful backstop only when we are
afraid of reasons or ignorant of them .
A new generation of journalists is emerging now. Our
newspapers at best reflect this and are helping
young new journalists to emerge. It is a delicate and rewarding thing to do. The new generation need not
copy the style of those who for good or ill went before them. But
the depth and frequency of abusive journalism seems to cast a shadow on their
future. So can all of us, readers and writers,
cooperate in refreshing and renewing our present and future conversation
between neighbours, avoiding the worst of the past and encouraging the best in
it? The young ones emerging deserve the
best, the best skills of analysis, expression, attracting those who want to know and who enjoy the excitement of knowing. In my last years at school I wanted to become
either a journalist or a scientist. When circumstances changed I changed my mind and did something else. That's
the kind of people we are. We think. We go ahead.
We change. So often we find to our surprise that we love
the things and people we criticise, so our criticism needs to have a culture,
even a language of special quality that says what we need to say but does not
damage our neighbours and is so precious.
Through the years we Oldies
changed our judgements on our once favoured writers. Chesterton and Belloc and Wells were often laid
aside and replaced by Connolly and lots of writers whom some of our betters
despised because they appeared in Penguin editions. There
was sometimes disdain in the choice of literature as well as in voting - but a Penguin or a Pelican or a foreign volume with uncut pages meant we no longer
judged a sausage by its overcoat or a book by its cover ; of course at times we
felt superior and amused at what otherwise sensible people had written abusively
or flippantly about each others' religion
or politics - for instance that Catholicism was better than Protestantism,
or vice versa, because there
were less Catholic prostitutes in London than Protestants - or vice versa. Even
the greatly admired Chesterton
and Belloc whom we admired in days of youth were not above such
stuff. And in Belfast our local abusive preachers were not soloists, they
belonged to an inglorious and permanent ensemble. Read the things the reformer Martin
Luther said about people ! We stopped
being amused by them when we realised that
in the end the abusive word, like
crime, doesn't pay.
Can we get rid of insulting
descriptions, accusations, labels in journalism, or should we ? Since I wrote
a first newspaper column in 1952 and made
a first broadcast in 1954 many journalistic courtesies have disappeared from air and paper and internet communication.
Can we insist on fresh ways of criticism that reflect our own dignity and that of our friends and
opponents ? Or is there any need to try ?
To recognise we are making a new world for ourselves, all of us ?
If my Mother, Father, Uncles and Aunts who discussed politics and books about politics
and changes in politics and desires in politics when we were growing up were to come back to life on earth they could
hardly have agreed that nothing has
changed when they saw Rabbi and Priest in the grounds of Belfast City Hall praying for the city in
Irish and Hebrew, people visiting their own City Hall for the first time
because now they felt at home in it, when a republican shook hands with a queen and you could publish books
about Irish culture and unity without risking arrest ...... they would remember but forgive the days when Nationalists made a conciliatory
gesture and became an official Stormont opposition only to find they would never be allowed to
do more than support an amendment to a bill for the protection of wild birds. ......protection not for their civilised voters but for wild birds.
They might look on with wonder at a republican or a
nationalist presiding over such change..............
At very least they
would quite rationally - not tribally, not unthinkingly or stupidly, conclude
that some things have changed and some things are changeable, that our
generosity has been and can be a catalyst for more to come, enriching our lives, enhancing our ability to write and
talk reasonably about it all.
Saying all this may seem airy, unnecessary and out of kilter with modern ideas of freedom of speech. But there
is a new generation arising for whom everything
is possible and everything is for them and us and all the rest as well. Journalists
are privileged to enrich the atmosphere, the discourse, the political air
they breathe, the things they offer each other, our conversations about what we all have that are so richly ours ......honourable
change, truth, courtesy, generosity, understanding being among the most precious of the gifts we all
in turn give to friends and opponents alike by what we say.
And do.
And write.