If you want to see New Labour in all its glory, not to mention the decline of the Labour movement, just take a look at this photograph.
On the right you have Baroness Jay, someone who, of course, owes nothing to her standing in public life to the fact that she is the daughter of former prime minister, James Callaghan. So steeped in Labour’s traditions is she, her children were privately educated despite her protestations that she is against private education. She never stood for election.
On the left you have Lord Falconer, someone who, of course, owes nothing to his public standing to the fact that he is the former flatmate of former prime minister Tony Blair. So steeped in Labour’s traditions is he, Falconer had to be given a seat in the Lords as he was refused a parliamentary candidacy because he insisted his children be privately educated. He never stood for election.
In the centre, of course, is Baron Mandelson, architect of New Labour, twice disgraced, and demonstrable liar. A less than brave figure, whispered briefings to journalists have been his way of conducting government and personal relations. He once tried to punch fellow New Labour liar Alastair Campbell over what Tony Blair should wear when meeting party activists. There are volumes filled with tales of this man’s arrogance, vanity and malevolence. As newly-appointed Secretary of State for Business, Enterprise and Regulatory Reform, he didn’t stand for election.
Is it the times we live in that give rise to this nepotism, back-scratching and blind-eyes turned? As Matthew Carr says in The First Post:
We may well wonder at the motives of Gordon Brown for bringing one of his former political enemies back into the government. But as we shake our heads at the cynicism and moral blankness of the “prince of darkness” we might pause to consider that these vices are not just his: they are part and parcel of the system that allows such men to flourish.
We voted for it as a country and we have an astronomical tolerance for it now it’s finally biting us rather than the victims of neo-Thatcherism in far-flung pan-African ghettoes. Our servility, this bovine acceptance and unquestioning acceptance of our lot, is fast becoming part of our genetic make-up. It really is too late to complain now.