July 29, 2011
News Of The…

The News International story needs to stay in the headlines, otherwise a golden opportunity to clean up a moral, abhorrent journalism and the untrammelled power behind it all will go abegging.

How Rupert Murdoch, in his innate bloodthirstiness for a big story must have welcomed Amy Winehouse’s death, and even more so, the shocking atrocities in Norway. However, Murdoch usually loves scoops of such magnitude for their money spinning nature. This time, it was for different reasons. These events provided him with some craved respite and time to gather himself and has removed his empire from the front pages. If he has his way, News International will now stay out of the glaring spotlight they had been sweating under for the past few weeks. Yet this is exactly what we don’t want to happen, as this whole story has been more than just standard tit for tat headlines with a short shelf life. It goes much, much further than that. It is far too important for us to allow it melt into the shadows of an unknown murkiness once again. This is an issue which illustrates a widespread and deep rooted blight, and has spread like an aggressive cancer to other areas you could never have foreseen. Whilst the core of it all seemed to lie with gutter journalism, we soon realised it had polluted so much more. Standards of media reporting and journalism in general were initially the crux, which led to the exposure of blatant criminality, corruption, abuse of power and exploitation, shameless profiteering, an unforeseen disdain for morals and ethics, a blatant mangled web of deceit and perhaps above all, hiding the darkest truths from a public that really deserves to know such shameful carry on. Jeez, pretty all encompassing, isn’t it? Particularly when you put it like that…

For some, the News of the World probably already seems like a distant memory. But it’s not all that long ago they were still doing what they did ‘best’. Scurrilous gutter journalism. But now we know a bit more about that. Classic Red Tops behaviour, but even worse than you could imagine. Phone Hacking, the leap from Celebs to murdered children, Andy Coulson, David Cameron and his suspect recruitment policies. All resulting in the Murdoch’s being hauled up for questioning, alongside everybody’s favourite Simply Red tribute act, Rebekah Brooks. Shock factor should really be still at a plateau, with the Milly Dowler example of phone hacking the acid test of just how appalling and abhorrent this morally bankrupt mess had cut so deep. But then again, what did you expect with the classy reputation the big tabloids had built over the years? Anyone who ever signed a contract of employment and walked in the doors at Wapping with any journalistic notions were a different breed. Dare I say it, as vacuous as their readers, but clearly with a more hardnosed deviance, hell bent on eroding any ounce of professionalism, class, or ethics in order to get a tackier story, and increase the revenue by any means. And as we know now, any means at all. From various sources, we have now heard that the pressure on journalists to come up with these approaches to stories was ‘enormous’. Yet from whom these orders were given is still brushed under the carpet. Everyone wants to know whoever gave them of course, just as much as everybody wants a scapegoat. The Murdoch’s and Brooks remain shamelessly in denial of course, but at the bottom of it (pun intended) this still shouldn’t matter. Those who received the orders and carried them out are just as morally bankrupt and should have nowhere to hide. I know business is business. But I also know that morals are morals, and the law is the law. If the actions that have been exposed either made your heart sink, or your blood boil, then deeming those culpable as odious characters would be a gross understatement.

Personally, I think a lot of it stems from the foundations; that is, the mentality and human resources of News International and the people who thought it was ok to deploy these tactics and practice such ‘journalism’. Paul McMullan is a fine example. He was the NOTW journalist to whom Hugh Grant ceremoniously gave a taste of his own medicine, and was initially a lamb put out to the slaughter, coming out as an impromptu defendant for all things pro tabloid, and essentially, News International. Usually sympathy is an emotion associated with a lamb to the slaughter, but not for McMullan. Whilst in the spotlight, he sat like a brazen and insolent schoolboy, down the back of his class, back answering a teacher in the most immature tones. On Newsnight, up against the far more respected and brilliant Steve Coogan and Greg Dyke, he was utterly exposed as to exactly what he is. That is, a low rent, gutter journalist, without an ounce of the intellectual clout that is so necessary in the profession he claims to be a part of. Claiming his work was part of a democracy and free press, and that it was all worthwhile because the payments to politician’s scandal broke, McMullan simply dug himself into a further chasm with his inane defences. He uttered the same pointless and inaccurate claim to both Grant and Coogan that they were publicity hungry, and will happily take ‘5 million quid for a movie’, and have therefore got double standards, despite the fact that both actors have extremely divergent careers and approaches to their craft. The throwaway claim was wildly inapplicable to both, in many different ways. Even worse was his defence of the tittle-tattle, such as coke taking and celebrity affairs, which he claimed was a ‘bit of fun’, and it would be a shame if it was regulated. Greg Dyke summed it up best when he said ‘I have spent most of my life being a journalist, and I am nothing to do with him’. All of this, along with McMullan’s cretinous nature and inarticulate defences, ensured that he was a walking PR disaster for the NOTW and News International’s defence, and indeed, their raison d’etre. There is a reason that this was unavoidable. It is that Paul McMullan is utterly representative of everything News International is about, and everybody else involved has the same mentality. It was fitting he was such an accurate depiction of the bigger picture.

But the NOTW, and in all likelihood, Brooks and Andy Coulson, were probably aware that the likes of McMullan were a bit lacking. Hence the need to turn to the likes of Private Investigator and ace spiv Glenn Mulcaire to do the really dirty work and hack the phones. Both the employment of Mulcaire, and Mulcaire’s own willingness to hack the phones of Milly Dowler and Soham girls Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman, amongst countless others, was the most transparent example of this morally bankrupt epidemic. He now cuts a wounded figure, with his tail between his legs and pleading for peace, and one who has been keeping a distinctly low profile. No doubt that was closely linked to the fact that News International were paying his legal fees, an important, yet hardly surprising revelation. He too will now also claim incessant pressure forced his hand, but if you heard any of his recorded conversations in relation to the phone hacking at the time he committed the unlawful offences, he came across as a Derek and Clive or Arthur Daley type character, revelling in the slimy undertow he was immersed in. No doubt he was also revelling in the 100k plus salary the NOTW paid him for ‘research and information services’. Whether it was a footballer’s casual affair, or a missing schoolgirl whose family were desperately praying with hope for her survival, the same approach applied, not just from Mulcaire, but from above, and further above, and further above again. The drill down effect and message throughout the hierarchy was the same on every level. Get a story, sell papers, make money, by any unethical, unlawful means possible. 

So McMullan and Mulcaire are fitting examples of the News International cavalry. Perhaps I’m being naïve, but one would really want to have had their eyes opened, and be reviled by the type of protocol the red tops use to operate. However, I’m sure their readership won’t really mind too much. The demise of the News of The World was merely a drastic and knee jerk PR stunt by Murdoch and co to steady the numbers of his buyers. Hardly surprising then, that the web domain for The Sun on Sunday was snapped up immediately in the announcement of the closure of the NOTW then. One wonders how the readership will genuinely be affected. Despite being more aware of the calibre of the ‘journalists’, and their disturbingly unethical practice, there’s little doubt in my mind the revenue won’t stop rolling in.

It is for that reason why, while the story is still ongoing, it is so vital to aim for the top and to deliver a firm knockout regulatory knockout blow to the reeling Murdoch’s. Standards and ethics of journalism are one matter, but the more overbearing concern is the using the opportunity to check the power of Rupert Murdoch’s previously impenetrable empire.

The worry is that Murdoch’s media power runs so deep, and so murky, that we may get plenty more mileage and revelations, although probably with little real change, sanctions or effect. That is precisely why the questioning of both James and Rupert Murdoch before the select committee was so crushingly frustrating. For me, his sense of power reigned supreme still, even despite the fact he performed poorly and was rattled, and endured lengthy pauses for many questions.

It reminded me of a classic clip of the Simpsons, where Homer is at the Superbowl and sneaks in only to end up in a corporate box, and is told that a man in his presence is Rupert Murdoch. Homer says, ‘you’re not Rupert Murdoch!’, to which Murdoch replies ‘Yes I am’, and when Homer asks him to prove it, Murdoch claps his hands twice and all the players, spectators, and cheerleaders out on the pitch immediately synchronise and choreograph into a giant ‘HI RUPERT’. It’s funny, because it’s the Simpsons, but its also funny because its so subtly true.

So although he struggled at times, Murdoch still came through the ‘questioning’ on a wave of sycophantic awe, with a sense of the aforementioned power and influence permeating the room to some extent. This meant that a golden opportunity to throw the slingshot at the media Goliath was essentially squandered. You would think that your electorate would want you to go for the jugular in the wake of such a scandal but only two of the MP’s, Louise Mensch and  Tom Watson, emerged with any sort of credit. Just about though. In the wake of the cringeful shaving foam ‘attack’, Mensch repeatedly praised Murdoch senior for his ‘immense courage’. Not the kind of icy demeanour and necessary form of attack the public would have hoped to see. Far from it. More akin to a doting carer in a nursing home with statements like that.

So Murdoch, his son James, and Brooks predictably ducked and weaved their way through some weak questioning and we didn’t get any nearer to concrete results or action. All we got was endless citing of legal reasons and an inability to comment. More depressingly, we could still feel a still lingering sense of bowing down to all things Murdoch related, and crumbling in fear when presented with a chance to take him to the cleaners. Instead, we got News International’s share prices rising by 3% mid ‘interrogation’. As things stand, Anders Breivik is grabbing all the headlines for the wrong reasons. This means News International are adapting to their feathers being ruffled behind the scenes as we speak. However, with this scandal so widespread and affecting so many levels, it is vital for its controversy to be utilised to some extent, and exploit the displeasure into something tangible, like more regulation, and further erosion of the Murdoch stranglehold on media. Because if they survive this, and ride out the storm, there may not be another opportunity to pick the shots everybody had waited for so long to see.

In the meantime, lets hope it rears its head back into the limelight again for a second bite at the cherry. That will mean some more revealing revelations will no doubt have to come to light. So bring it on. And on that note, thank god for the Guardian, i.e real journalism.

 

 

April 29, 2011
Royal Pain in the…

Here’s an opinion piece for you. A fairly topical one too. What a truly momentous day. Especially to be British, and witness one of the most truly spectacular events of our lifetime. It was probably the greatest day of our lives. Oh what joy to see our precious William and Catherine(or eh, Kate?) joined in holy matrimony, and send the nation (kingdom, empire, whichever you like) into jubilant raptures. Wave your Union Jack with gusto and celebrate how truly great it is to be British, and this glorious celebration of the monarchy, that age old institution which is such a pillar of strength for all of us. Sod it, who’s up for giving Imperialism another crack of the whip? Lets give ourselves a big pat on the back, and rejoice at the WWII planes, a wonderfully symbolic moment to remind us of the ‘great British resistance’ (that was actually said on the Beeb…)

So, a day of exuberant celebration for everybody involved. Congratulations first and foremost to Britain. The Royal family of course, for being so relevant, and indeed, just the general monarchy, for being there for us whenever the chips are down. The Middleton’s deserve special mention, and Kate for nabbing her man and ridding herself of the commoner tag (finally, about time), and William, for crossing the line with enough hair for us not to think it was Prince Edward getting married again. Not to mention Sarah Burton, the dress maker. Arguably the real winner.

Of course, lets not beat around the bush, the real congrats should go to whatever team created this juggernaut of a PR stunt. Probably the PR stunt of the new millenium in fact. To give the nation all these wedding holidays in one go, with the whopper combination with Easter (Jesus and the Royal family, on a par at last) whilst simultaneously working up the levels of hysteria and build up, was a masterstroke. Women engorged themselves on the endless glossy glamorama of it all, the monarchy was fiending on adrenaline and renewed vigour, and Britain had something uniquely British and traditional to reacquaint itself with. The hysteria was essentially choking, it was so overbearing. Perhaps proof that people en masse prefer nothing more than a few days off work. And here, they had something gloriously patriotic and exciting to latch onto. It was a pretty spectacular combustion of blue, red and white. 

So yes, perhaps it was the biggest surge of national pride in a while. But how fitting, just when they are about to face into the biggest summer of discontent in a long time, Tory cuts engravening deeper, recession hanging around like a bad smell, and general disaffection and anger, that this injection of wedding bliss, national pride, and an overly generous number of days away from the office steps into distract people. And thats all it was. A distraction. This is the reason music festivals are allowed happen. The excitement in the build up distracts people, they go away for a weekend to have fun and distract themselves, local economies benefit from the expenditure, they come home and reminisce for the next few weeks to distract themselves. Its a clever ploy people aren’t really aware of. This was the most grandest ploy/distraction of them all. Certainly more of a distraction than a fairytale.

The only person this was a fairytale for was Kate Middleton herself. Its not much of a fairytale for the taxpayers who apart from being overly taxed by Osborne and chums, have just forked out for this ludicrously extravagant affair. I’m sure Terry from Dagenham, whilst mopping up his HP sauce on his commemorative Wills and Kate plate, was today seduced by the wonder of the whole occasion. But in 5 or 6 months time, when he’s crippled by taxes and struggling to make ends meet, there’s a high likelihood that said plate will be symbolically flung against a wall in anger. And while he struggles, its not like the Royal family play a functional role in alleviating his situation to any extent whatsoever. Their real influence, or lack thereof.

It was also pretty cringey to see the how swept away so many people interviewed on television were today. Come on folks, lets get real. How vacuous do you have to be to be utterly taken in by it all?! Intoxicated by the overwhelming euphoria, people were just getting just a tad delusional. I was surprised to see people like Simon Schama (probably getting paid handsomely in fairness for his politically correct 2 cents) declaring that this was a momentous day as it saw the powerful rebirth of the monarchy. Hyperbole? Unsurprisingly, Diana was referenced incessantly, and it seems today that her heir apparent had finally arrived. Kate, being the new Diana, is conveniently a new messiah now too. Expectations are high, but oh won’t she deliver. Queenish qualities she has in abundance, and won’t she lead the country with grace, honour and dignity. We are so proud to have her… Steady on there. This is a workshy girl who has never offered any hint of charisma, personality, intellect or clout. Deadly dull, as my mother would say. Utterly unremarkable. So come on, she’s hardly Joan of Arc. Although I heard she might be the royal ambassador at Wimbledon. Crikey. Very chivalrous. The one impressive thing she probably has achieved is mastering some elocution lessons. But thats about it. But credit where credit is due, she did actually fulfill her lifelong ambition, which was to snag a prince, and I’m sure for our ‘waity-katie’, today was indeed worth the wait. 

Congratulations should also go out to the Middleton family, and in particular, Kate’s svengali and master tactician, Carole Middleton. Collectively they strived all their lives to snag the Prince, operating like that Sigourney Weaver/Jennifer Love Hewitt tag team in that forgettable and impossibly lowbrow film ‘Heartbreakers’. A life long, meticulously planned goal(read about it, I’m not making this up), they left no stone unturned in making sure Kate and Wills was a sealed deal. Indeed, Carole should probably get some strategist job for life with the Royal family. Quite the gig, I think she’s agree. Fair play too for the most remarkable achievement of social climbing known to man. They certainly make Edmund Hillery look like a slouch. They are many steps in a social ladder spanning from the cabin crew of British Airways, via Kiddies Party Ware sellers to that iconic balcony in Buckingham Palace. Quite a feat. But be careful what you wish for Kate and Carole. Number 1, the Royal Family will never forget where ‘commoners’ come from, number 2, people with those kind of social aspirations never truly attain happiness, and number 3, the snarling British press, the most truculent people on this planet, await with baited breath to tear them to shreds, particularly Kate. Its just inevitable really, isn’t it? Today may have been the most idyllic day imaginable, but the possibilities that lie in wait, certainly are not. I’m not negative. I’m just looking at track records.

On that, I’m not bitter. I’m not cynical. I’m not pro monarchy, and I’m not even that anti monarchy. I’m Irish for god’s sake, I don’t give a shit about the monarchy or the royal family. And in today’s climate, I’m just being crushingly realistic. I see through all of this, and I think most level headed people would also. When this hysteria melts away, and the euphoric haze of patriotism and monarchical triumphism clears, and holidays end, we return to reality. A reality where you fork out the bill for such outlandish ceremonies, and the lifestyle associated with the Royal family and monarchy, and Kate’s wardrobe and foie gras. You may think its worth it today, but in reality, the Royals do NOT influence day to day policy, the crippling taxes you have to pay, the expenditure cuts you have to suffer, and the harsh economical climate you’re attempting to get more and more used to on a daily basis. They’re just all a bit irrelevant really, aren’t they? And when this honeymoon is over, maybe people will realise that once again. I hope everybody enjoyed it while it lasted anyway!

What? Just sayin’…