New Labour has always fed on the politics of envy and hatred. Michael Martin is an exemplar of all that is wrong with the idea. His brand of inverted snobbery, his hatred for anybody that wasn't born in a slum and his subsequent egregious milking of the system that enabled him to rise to the highest rank, is evidence, as if you needed it, that there is nothing noble about the lower classes. Lower they are, in thought and word and deed.
To rise above your surroundings, you have to be a believer. You have to believe in the pursuit of the common good, the power of education and moral authority. To some extent, you must surmount your lowly background and play the winners at their own game, except you must go one better, and do it the good way. That means in practice, that you do well at school, or in business or just work hard, believing that working hard is a badge of honour in itself.
It does not mean, necessarily, material success. It means though that you must certainly buy into a concept of public and private morality.
My first home was a council house. I am the first person in my family, my entire family who got a degree. (So is Mrs Weasel or Dr Weasel, as she is now) There is no doubt that I was held back by my modest beginning in life, but I am not bitter, nor do I feel anger about those with priviledge. Indeed, I accept they are privileged and accordingly, it is incumbent on the privileged to do better, to excel and to lead.
My own children went to independent schools. The main reason for this was because of the poor levels of support offered to kids with dyslexia. Had there not been money to do this, I would have considered home schooling - something that has increased year on year since Labour gained power for reasons that should be obvious.
I have a feeling that my position can be criticised, as if I am a sort of white version of an "Uncle Tom" character, who yearns to be like the white man. Of course, I don't buy into either the speciousness of the Black model, or the White model. You do not simply throw out something that works, just because you are not its natural constituent. That is the function of true integration - you integrate.
What Labour has done is to pander to the underclass, to make them a cause celebre, when in fact, they not only do not deserve it, they should be punished for it.
I was beaten senseless by the underclass. I was held back by those contemporaries who resented my upward mobility. Those who welcomed me were the elite, the educated, those who were secure in themselves. At one point in my career, I was working on a national newspaper with those who had all been to top universities (at the time before I got a degree). I was there on merit, and for no other reason.
And so it brings me to the reason I wrote this.
We read today that a mob beat up a man in Derry and killed him, ostensibly because he was a Catholic.
My contention is that the real reason they did this was because of hatred and an inability to rise above the foetid miasma of moral degeneracy that is so prevalent among the so called have nots.