Post by earl on Sept 18, 2008 16:35:47 GMT
The search for national identity is fruitless.
To update Dr Samuel Johnson, it appears that “Britishness” is now the last refuge of a politician who hasn't a clue in what country we live.
New Labour is obsessed with promoting a shared sense of Britishness, claiming anything from an Olympic yachtsman to a chicken tikka masala as a safe symbol of “what unites us”. The latest chapter of this sad attempt to write a new island story is a pamphlet A More United Britain by Liam Byrne, the Immigration Minister.
After a year consulting the public, Mr Byrne has come up with 27 ways to celebrate the British bank holiday proposed by Gordon Brown. One look at the list - Morris dancing, drinking in the pub, listening to a Queen's speech, looking at pictures of Winston Churchill, multicultural street parties, all to be done “cheaply” - might have many taking to the lifeboats for a day trip to France. Some have suggested Mr Brown could best bring everybody together on a Thursday, by calling a general election when they can unite to vote out the Government.
But could you do much better? I defy anybody to define Britishness today, without sounding as banal as Mr Byrne or as archaic as John Major rambling on about warm spinsters drinking beer while playing cricket on bicycles. It is not just new Labour's proposals that are vacuous. They reflect the way that any notion of “Britishness” is now empty of real meaning. National identities that count for something cannot be dreamt up by committees.
When the British had a strong sense of national identity, nobody had to ask what it meant. The “British way of life” was something whose shared meaning could be taken for granted. But any such sense of national superiority or self-confidence has long gone, along with the empire.
It is not only our new immigrant communities who fail to identify with Britain today. The obsessive search for Britishness through the Blair-Brown years shows that uncertainty about who we are and what we stand for goes right to the top. The more unsure they are of how or where we live now, the more politicans talk about our “shared values”, although the only one they seem able to name is “tolerance” - ie, we accept everybody's values.
As one whose political loyalties have long been red, without the white and blue, I have no problems with the decline of the old conceited British nationalism. But what Mr Byrne and Mr Brown's banal celebration of both “Britishness” and “difference” reveals is that we have not found any universal values to replace it. I wouldn't want to drink to that on their “cheap” British bank holiday, even if the Prime Minister was paying.
To update Dr Samuel Johnson, it appears that “Britishness” is now the last refuge of a politician who hasn't a clue in what country we live.
New Labour is obsessed with promoting a shared sense of Britishness, claiming anything from an Olympic yachtsman to a chicken tikka masala as a safe symbol of “what unites us”. The latest chapter of this sad attempt to write a new island story is a pamphlet A More United Britain by Liam Byrne, the Immigration Minister.
After a year consulting the public, Mr Byrne has come up with 27 ways to celebrate the British bank holiday proposed by Gordon Brown. One look at the list - Morris dancing, drinking in the pub, listening to a Queen's speech, looking at pictures of Winston Churchill, multicultural street parties, all to be done “cheaply” - might have many taking to the lifeboats for a day trip to France. Some have suggested Mr Brown could best bring everybody together on a Thursday, by calling a general election when they can unite to vote out the Government.
But could you do much better? I defy anybody to define Britishness today, without sounding as banal as Mr Byrne or as archaic as John Major rambling on about warm spinsters drinking beer while playing cricket on bicycles. It is not just new Labour's proposals that are vacuous. They reflect the way that any notion of “Britishness” is now empty of real meaning. National identities that count for something cannot be dreamt up by committees.
When the British had a strong sense of national identity, nobody had to ask what it meant. The “British way of life” was something whose shared meaning could be taken for granted. But any such sense of national superiority or self-confidence has long gone, along with the empire.
It is not only our new immigrant communities who fail to identify with Britain today. The obsessive search for Britishness through the Blair-Brown years shows that uncertainty about who we are and what we stand for goes right to the top. The more unsure they are of how or where we live now, the more politicans talk about our “shared values”, although the only one they seem able to name is “tolerance” - ie, we accept everybody's values.
As one whose political loyalties have long been red, without the white and blue, I have no problems with the decline of the old conceited British nationalism. But what Mr Byrne and Mr Brown's banal celebration of both “Britishness” and “difference” reveals is that we have not found any universal values to replace it. I wouldn't want to drink to that on their “cheap” British bank holiday, even if the Prime Minister was paying.