Total stupidity makes British patience snap
We should be angry that the skilled oilmen of Lindsey now find themselves flotsam and jetsam on the economic tide
Janice Turner
For weeks now I've been wondering, where is the rage? The French break out the barricades to wipe off Sarko's smirk, Icelanders besiege the Government that short-sold their country, and bring it down with flaming torches and pelted eggs. But in Britain we've treated the recession like a bad turn in the weather. It's made us tetchy, but why waste actual anger on an immutable force? Just hunker down, shrug, retrench, deaden your dread with Mamma Mia! and comfort food. Yet why not take to the streets too? There was cause enough when the banks that we bailed out with public billions still awarded mighty bonuses to executives who should be in jail. The same banks that won't lend a few grand to save small firms with full order books but no cash flow. We have, as a nation, taken the news of our impending doom with implacable calm and forbearance. Until now.
Many will dismiss the protests at the Lindsey oil refinery as evidence of the meat-headed ignorance and default racism of our white working class. Hasn't a decade of knock-down Bangladeshi T-shirts and Chinese DVDs taught these men that we're all global citizens now? And that, of course, the oil corporation Total would blow out five British companies bidding for its £200 million contract if the Italian IREM bidder was cheaper. Why should it care that the fathers and uncles of local men built that refinery or be moved by the tiny, parochial, non-global facts that a quarter of Humberside lives in poverty and that unemployment in Lincolnshire has risen by 47 per cent in a year. Why not draft in Italian and Portuguese workers - if it adds a point-something of a per cent to profits - and house them in great, grey barges on Grimsby docks while beyond the boundary fence local families struggle to keep their homes.
Up in the thin, frozen air of Davos the policy wonks and masters of the universe still sing the free-trade song. “Protectionism protects nobody,” said Gordon Brown. “This is the time for the world to come together as one.” We must keep international capital flowing, arrest this primitive circle-the-wagons instinct in hard times to look after our own. I am not an economist, I just know how this attitude feels: deeply wrong.
The culture has changed, it's just that some people are slower to realise it - those not yet picking through the “reduced” shelf for cheaper cuts of meat - like the US executives who blithely rocked up to Washington to discuss receiving a government bailout in their fancy executive jet.
Wake up, guys. Morality should enter economic decision-making, whether it is me refusing to buy flown-in American Pink Ladies in Sainsbury's during the British apple season or Total oil shareholders who should take a tiny hit to ensure that the workforce who earned them great wealth, now in a time of need gets a little back. One could, in theory, ship over Mumbai street urchins to paint one's house. But is the cheapest decision always the right one? I hope Total executives are pondering that now as placard-wavers and news crews cripple their plant.
In 2007, when Gordon Brown announced that he would be “drawing on the talents of all to create British jobs for British workers”, I was lambasted by friends and colleagues, even called a BNP stooge, for agreeing. Because I interpreted his words to mean that it is amoral to leave an idle British underclass to rot on sink estates just because the CBI finds it cheaper to employ young, willing Eastern European graduates than give Britain's poor training and hope. Some who would call me racist have themselves the most hateful, almost eugenic disgust for the white working class: the chavs, the pikeys, the Tennants-swilling pram-faces and hoodies whom they mock and fear.
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