Time for some commonsense, right around the globe. To US voters, whom should you choose? A self-promoting psychopath who sometimes does amazing things like bringing an increasing number of Arab States to sign peace agreements with Israel - something no president has ever before managed to do? A far better contributor to the Nobel Peace Prize than his predecessor. Or, an ageing, muddled, but decent bumbler who espouses elements of cultural and moral barbarism? Here in the UK, a very different politic continues. Constant depression and moaning abounds. Left-wingers, even in the House of Commons, use appalling comments like ‘Toryscum’. Fortunately, this is never reciprocated from the other side, who are generally better educated and more polite. Meanwhile, the government has paid out £192 billion to needy families whose jobs and incomes have been threatened by Covid legislation, more than any British government has done in history. In Israel today, a friend reports on her ‘wonderful country’. My message to Britain: please can we also be more supportive of our own country, which is doing its very best in these difficult times.
18th October 2020
In the 1950s my mother took me to see a film called The Jolson Story, an idealised biopic about an extraordinary singer. Jolson, a US immigrant from Russia, challenged the musical stereotypes of the age by converting black Afro rhythms into a format that white people could understand and enjoy. In the film there’s a scene where Jolson tries to jazz up the traditional barber-shop harmonies. After the show, the impressario Lew Dockstader fires Jolson, saying ‘This is how we’ve always sung it and we’re not gonna change.’ 70 years later, in the footballing world, England Manager Southgate - faced with his team losing - refuses to bring on a player called Grealish, a footballer with an extraordinary ability. Traditional, waistcoat-wearing Southgate - like Dockstader - says ‘This is how my team have always played and we’re not going to change.’ In this life, faced with the terrible problems we’re all experiencing, it’s time to confront the traditional and embrace the extraordinary.
11th October 2020
When I worked in the state-funded sector, my professor often said to me You’d do far better working in the private sector. At that time it was true. Business salaries were far higher and more prolific, but I stayed because of the university’s final-salary pension scheme. Best decision I ever made. Today, because of Covid, everything’s been turned on its head. Private businesses are suffering and dying, self-employed enterprises destroyed. But the state sector, the one where historically, socialist unions would regularly urge their workers to go on strike, is sitting pretty, paid securely by the tax payer. On average, as well as relative job security, you can today get 7% more wages working in the state sector. Fat-cat union leaders don’t know what to do! Should we all, then, start clapping for bar staff, waitresses and others struggling to enhance our lives? One thing’s for sure: without business taxes, the government will struggle to fund the NHS and the rest of the state sector, and we’ll all be up the creek without a paddle. The world has turned upside down.
4th October 2020
Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the day my elder brother Robert o.s. died. He grew up under some of the harshest conditions this country has ever known. Born in 1942, indiscriminate bombs were raining down and food was rationed. No phone nor car. Life was dark. Yet, he grew up the sweetest, kindest person I’ve ever known. Modern IT systems passed him by, but school and society taught him to respect the knowledge older people had gained over their lives and, above all, to respect those in authority. Conversing and working together with everyone were key. In the decades since then, as I look around the world, it’s obvious that running a country requires high levels of intellect and education not money; it shouldn’t be ‘who you know’ but what you know. Ignore quirks of personality. Remember that in his early years, Churchill was called a clown. Whatever the profession, the ideal candidate should have years of training in the ‘field’ with proven skills but, above all, the ability to liaise easily with all levels of society. As in 1942, life is once again hard and uncompromising. Our leaders could learn a lot from my brother Robert.
