Daily Mail vs. BBC, Round 347

Just like the whole Ross/Brand/Sachs nonsense, this controversy over Carol Thatcher’s golliwog “joke” should probably have been a bit of a non-story… “BBC broadcaster makes inappropriate remark, receives slap on wrist, apologises, gets on with life.”

But of course, these things have a tendency to spiral out of control. It’s like a car crash. Actually, no… it’s not like a car crash, because I’d probably be too squeamish to look at a car crash with such ghoulish delight.

As with Ross & Brand, the usual suspects have been painting their hellish pictures of an Orwell-esque Britain run by indignantly squealing politically correct lesbians and social workers. But you know what? I only hear indignant squealing from one side, along with a whole rash of straw men being hastily constructed for Richard Littlejohn’s lunchtime amusement.

Tell you what, let’s look at a few aspects of this issue, with the help of the Daily Mail’s Comment page…

Compare Miss Thatcher’s treatment with that of Jonathan Ross to see how the corporation is fumbling in a vacuum, its principles and purpose long forgotten.

Well, okay, let’s see… Ross said “fuck” and other potentially offensive remarks on air. He then made public and private apologies and was suspended for 12 weeks without pay. Russell Brand resigned from the BBC, as did the controller of Radio 2. On the other hand, Carol Thatcher made a racist comment (which could potentially go beyond “offensive” and into “illegal”), made no apology and still works for the BBC, although has been removed from one programme.

On the word of an informant, she is summarily dismissed for a remark she made in private whose context and tone we cannot judge.

In private? No, it was in the workplace, in front of a collection of colleagues and guests, some of whom were journalists. Workplaces have rigorous procedures for this sort of thing, so the “informant” was simply behaving correctly.

Elsewhere online, I’ve seen people suggesting that one of the other people present could simply have had a quiet word with Thatcher, rather than “snitching”, but is this how we want conflict to be settled in our workplaces? A potential flashpoint in a corridor? Imagine the Mail’s headline if things had become heated… “CRAZED LEFTY BRUMMIE PRESENTER CHILES YELLS AT DEFENCELESS LADY!!!”

And speaking of our not being able to judge the “context and tone”, let’s move to the Telegraph

If Carol used the supposedly shocking word “golliwog”, you can be quite sure that she used it without malice – indeed, with good will.

Really? Elsewhere in the article, Charles Moore tries to describe Thatcher as a simple, uncomplicated sort of lass, but she’d have to be educationally subnormal not to be aware of the potential risk in describing a black tennis player as resembling a golliwog.

Of course, this relates to an argument regularly used by conservative types. “It’s just a cute toy, children love it, children aren’t judgemental, there might be racist origins but those were less enlightened days”… etc.

For a start, no one’s blaming children. They’re given toys by adults, and the golliwog (or Golliwogg) was designed by an adult. Florence Kate Upton’s 1895 character is a screamingly obvious caricature of a black minstrel, complete with staring eyes, thick lips and unkempt hair. He’s “a horrid sight, the blackest gnome” but eventually (to our great surprise) turns out to be friendly. Of course it’s bloody racist imagery!

I just can’t believe that we even need to discuss whether it’s appropriate to compare a black man to a golliwog. It’s a discussion that shouldn’t need to happen, just as this is a hysterical news story that shouldn’t need to happen. Hurrah for Jay Hunt, controller of BBC1, for her reaction on the Today Programme this morning.

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Save Bletchley Park

No idea whether these Number 10 petitions ever work, but this is a vitally important campaign…

Saving Bletchley Park

Would we ever have to petition the government to save the Cabinet War Rooms? No, of course not. In terms of British history, Bletchley Park is every bit as important.

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Loony lefty Gordon must not run our Wether!!! (sic)


So, after 15 years of living in London, I finally see some proper snow! Not only that, but I think this is almost the most snow I’ve ever experienced… probably in 3rd place after my year as a student in Sweden and the year when my school had to close for a couple of days.

I went out about 7:00, into a totally alien version of suburban London.

[Not that I'm usually out at such an improbable hour... excited cats woke us at 5:00 and I gave up trying to get back to sleep and got up an hour later. I then realised there was no catfood for their breakfast, and headed for the earliest-opening supermarket I could find.]

My street, 7amThe A232, normally a steady stream of traffic en route to Croydon or Epsom, was deserted except for a couple of cars gamely trying to pick through the snowdrifts at walking pace. Sutton station was closed, with just a handful of worryingly eager commuters waiting for further updates.

As the day went on, everyone in south London and Surrey realised there was no way to get to work (no London buses or suburban trains running) and went out to play in the snow instead. We walked to Nonsuch Park to see some proper snowscapes, and on the way, Cheam Park was like something out of a super-idealised Dickens adaptation… families tobogganing, people chatting and having good-natured snowball fights with complete strangers.

[A few pictures here... Sutton Snow - 2 Feb 2009 on Flickr]

All good fun, but of course we have to (with the help of the media and our elected officials) beat ourselves up over such a shockingly indolent attitude. Our very own London mayor congratulated “hardy drivers” who got to work despite the conditions. To put it another way, he congratulated dangerous idiots who totally ignored the advice of the DfT. I saw those conditions, and you’d have to have been pretty stupid to try driving into London yesterday morning.

Meanwhile, The Times is more interested in the resulting damage to the economy. You know, I just can’t share their sense of outrage. A load of shareholders are three billion pounds worse off. What price a day of carefree enjoyment for several million people? Perhaps we need to develop a sense of perspective and realise that the economy isn’t suddenly going to collapse overnight. I’m off out to build another snowman.

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London from the night air

Via Mike’s Twitter feed, here’s a gobsmackingly amazing set of aerial photographs of London…

More of London from above, at night

This is actually the second set of Jason Hawkes’s London pictures; the first is equally wonderful, and here…

London from above, at night

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Preserve Auschwitz!

Cash crisis threat to Auschwitz (BBC)

That’s worrying. I’m amazed that a site of such historical importance could ever find itself in such a precarious financial position… it’s on the UNESCO list of world heritage sites, and Poland is now in the EU, so how can there possibly be a lack of funding? The mind boggles.

Not surprisingly, I’m on the side of Wladyslaw Bartoszewski in this BBC debate. Auschwitz stands as a reminder of all examples of genocide, brutality and prejudice, not just the WW2 Holocaust.

There’s a quiet, unassuming dignity about the bleak Flanders fields which saw such destruction before returning to farmland, but military cemeteries such as Tyne Cot provide the hard, factual evidence. In the same way, the Auschwitz/Birkenau museum provides a necessarily brutal account of what actually happened, to guard against romanticisation, dilution or (even worse) denial.

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Instead of just wittering…

… I’ve now switched to Twittering

No idea if this is going to be something I’ll end up sticking with… you just can’t tell with these clever Web 2.0 thingies. It took me a while to get the urge to use Facebook, whereas I went crazy for Myspace fairly early on, and now rarely ever log into my page (that probably has more to do with lack of musical productivity, though).

So, we’ll see. I’m “adrianclark” if you want to follow me. And tell me if there’s any Twitter stuff I should know about.

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The Ghost Bus

Another year, another set of above-inflation railway fare increases. This has now become so predictable, I can barely bring myself to comment or even pay attention. Luckily, there’s a far more interesting symbol of our bloated, profiteering, bullshit-driven privatised transport system just around the corner…

Well, on Ealing Broadway, anyway…

Clean, on time and empty. ‘Ghost bus’ to spare ministers’ blushes (The Times)

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It’s that time of year again…

Duck eaten, christmas pudding eaten, wine drunk, coffee drunk… now trying to find some spare internal space for cheese, biscuits and glögg.

Whatever you’re doing, wherever you are, have a great holiday celebratory thingy!

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Catmas trimmings

The cats have clearly decided to celebrate their first Christmas in style. There are strands of red and green tinsel in their litter tray.

I’ll leave you to surmise how the tinsel came to be there…

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Photos from Poland

In the gradual process of sorting through the backlog of photos, I’ve now added a selection from our recent Poland trip to my Flickr page…

Poland – Sept 2008 (Flickr)

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