All the Fun of the Funeral

It wasn’t all weeping and wailing. Lots of people had a lovely day, for all sorts of reasons.

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‘The Low, Dishonest Decade’

Another sentence delivered on the political crimes of the 1980’s as David Cameron apologises for the state murder of solicitor Pat Finucane in 1989.
People are very quick to claim they don’t condone what was unlawfully done during that period of time, but that we need need some ‘perspective.’ That this was war. In particular, the endgame of the Cold War, and all that meant. (And also, between the lines, they mean that Finucane was a rabid Fenian who was asking for it.)
I dare-say some Oxbridge monoculist will one day write off as mere collateral damage the Hillsborough and Orgreave victims, the state murder of Pat Finucane, the generations of those persecuted by the gutter press, the rewriting of history and national identity by media, politicians and police, the destruction and demonisation of the unions and all forms of workplace organisation, the disgusting era of charity-worship which gave Jimmy Savile and his tribe their benefit of clergy, and all the other outrages against human decency perpetrated in the name of defeating the Red Menace. All just sacrifices which were ultimately in the common good. Like the devastation of Caen by the allies in 1944.  The spectre of the Red Army’s tanks rolling through Kentish orchards justified the brutalisation of British culture, and the perversion both of justice and history.
The unmasking of News International and its poisonous relationship with politicians and police in the 80’s has shown that we know nothing about that time, having been lied to comprehensively throughout, and are in fact different – and worse – people as a result.
Until Thatcher, the general image of the Liverpudlian, the stereotype of the Scouser, was almost universally positive. From its entertainers to its sense of community and optimism, it was generally, if sometimes grudgingly, admired. Much of an entire post-war generation of adolescents probably wanted to be a Scouser at some point. But such an example of a strong community was at odds with the shrink-wrapped individualism demanded by the corporate balance book. The end-product, after a period of defamation culminating in Hillsborough, was epitomised by the Harry Enfield stereotype. The shameless, depraved, cowardly, moronic deadbeat who would piss on his dying brother. The Daily Mail Scrounger Kings.
As a city, Liverpool is beginning to repair the damage done to its image, and that of its people. But the wider damage done to our belief in human nature by the decade of lies will take much longer to undo. We are all, effectively, nastier people with lower ideals as a result of the lies perpetrated by the Thatcher/Murdoch alliance. That is what lies do.
So the duty of this generation seems to be to drag real history from the memory holes of Whitehall and the lead-lined vaults of Wapping Towers, and offer it up as evidence. Whoever is in the jury will be the judge.

The Hillsborough Massacre

The more we find out about it, the more Hillsborough looks like textbook class war. And the crime of the cover-up like a perversion of history itself. Another in a long line of outrages committed by The Sun, and always at the expense of the working classes.

Today it offered a revolting apology for its sins, in the attempt to portray itself as the innocent dupe of cooler operators from Yorkshire. But the fact is that Sun editor Kelvin McKenzie wanted the lies to be true, whether he knew they were lies or no. In the dense putrid fog of apologies, this is the point which must never be forgotten. And which lands Spectator hack Boris Johnson in the same cart as McKenzie. They are required to denigrate and defame the working classes at every opportunity. It is their class duty to do so, not that they don’t get handsomely paid as well.
There is no doubt that McKenzie had Liverpool in his sights since Toxteth; and because of the Militant council, which obviously threatened sales in the city.  The Thatcher regime’s  militarisation of the police to crush the miners’ strike, using illegal surveillance and media smear campaigns, and the involvement of News International as a partner completed the triangle. So by 1989 the lie machine in South Yorkshire was well-oiled and running, in the full knowledge that Whitehall would turn a blind eye to anything short of a massacre with guns, and that it could conceal and distort the truth with impunity. Jack Straw’s accusation of a  ‘culture of impunity’ is nothing but historical fact, and something which writers such as Paul Foot were reporting at the time. Many who do not remember those times will now believe those who do when they say ‘we told you so’. If one of Andy Murray’s fans had died as Wimbledon because of police negligence, we would know the truth immediately, not after a quarter of a century. Perhaps one day we may learn the real history of the Miners Strike, or who killed Blair Peach.
For historical purposes, the 80’s never really existed, as most were told them. At the time they were largely fabrication, and the truth is still mostly locked up in Wapping and Whitehall. Leveson and Hillsborough are merely the first finds in the archeological excavation of the facts from the mound of lies piled up by the unholy trinity of police, the Thatcher regime, and News International. If the Leveson panel had any lingering doubts last week, they can’t have any now. The Hillsborough Report confirms everything they could possibly suspect about the collusion between News International and the police. And which the working classes of Liverpool have known for generations. Their instinctive solidarity throughout the decades of this struggle is not allied to any political party. But their triumph is about as political as possible, and offers a dangerous lesson in solidarity to others – Never Walk Alone. That is why the people of Liverpool can never walk alone, whether they like it or not, even if they support Everton.
Nunquam solus incedere.