Sunday, September 23, 2012

What is the difference between a pleb and a Paki?


I T WAS THE KIND OF comments made by Andrew Mitchell MP and Tory chief whip, that kept many working class voters from voting Tory. The arrogance displayed toward those police officers guarding Downing Street confirmed to the socialist Left their cultural prejudices against Tory ‘toffs’.
            It was not the several expletives Mitchell peppered his rant with, but the use of the term pleb to describe the officer who refused him admittance through the main gate in Downing Street, which rekindled for me the world of PG Woodhouse, where Bertie Wooster and his fellow drones engaged themselves with stealing policemen’s helmets; as a means of bringing excitement into their indolent lives
            Andrew Mitchell it appears, late of Rugby and Cambridge, is known as ‘thrasher’ for his fondness for the cane, which reawakens another literary simile, that of Flashman (also late of Rugby) in Tom Brown’s School Days; whose sadism knew no bounds. Like all such arrogant bullies who feel themselves protected by an authority bestowed, Andrew Mitchell’s final  caveat to the police officers, ‘you have not heard the last of this’, is a promise that has proven to apply more to his own behaviour than that of the guardians of the most important and celebrated street in the land.
            What is more I would take the word of those officers for what was said, any day, rather than  a politician…any politician. The sad thing is that those officers standing guard over Downing Street may be obliged to stand between Mr Mitchell and a bullet, if  terrorists were ever to launch an attack on while Mitchell was arguing and blaspheming over which entrance he and his wretched bike should be allowed to enter from.
            Mitchell’s attitude is outdated and indeed offensive. If I used the word Paki or Nigger, I would be hauled before some hate crime tribunal for sentence – which in the case of a hate crime would carry a modern sentence, at least equivalent to manslaughter. But the use of the word plebe; an equally offensive word to those it is meant to represent (or why did Mitchell use it?), is allowed to be used, like chav, without any involvement with the courts of law. Indeed Mitchell is not even being sacked from the front benches. But what if the officer he let loose his vulgarity upon had been black?
            I doubt then that Cameron would feel obliged to issue no more than an apology on his chief whips behalf  - but would  have been forced to tell him to go back to the backbenches.

ANDREW MITCHELL  is a throwback to earlier Tory cultural prejudices, where today’s people would be expected to respond immediately and without question to his antediluvian malevolence. This Tory chief whip believes himself once more back a Rugby where discipline and the lash to enforce it, still remains necessary and suited to his nature and reputation.
            But I am glad that this comic figure of a disciplinarian has met his match. He cuts an old-fashioned vignette as he peddles, grey-haired, his bicycle into Downing Street with its basket attached to its handle bars. This man, physically at least, is no obstacle to any back bench Tory. The nick name ‘thrasher’ is no doubt, intended to intimidate his backbenchers. But if so, his prime minister David Cameron, has lost the plot; as the events this week at the entrance to Downing Street have proven.
            From 2010 to the reshuffle this year Andrew Mitchell was the Secretary of State for International Development. In this office he managed a multi-billion budget for overseas aid. He, unlike any other minister, had his budget ring fenced. Which of course meant, unlike other government departments, the International Development budget is to grow.
            Mitchell, in this capacity, sought to persuade us of the returns we would receive from such giving. But when we in this country were being forced by our politicians, as well as the economic realities to make sacrifices; why then in God’s name should our people still have to subscribe to a multi-billion pound oversees budget? But I digress
           
ANDREW MITCHELL is thankfully no longer Secretary of State for International Development, and in a position to spend any more of the tax payers money. He now resides as his  party’s Chief Whip, who has fallen fowl of his own arrogance and may still be forced to stand down despite his leaders’ ‘confidence’ in him.
            The sooner this disreputable individual leaves the stage, the better it will be for the Conservative  Party. But I am afraid that the only time Cameron shows any kind of determination is when he stands by a cabinet minister.     
            In terms of the common cultural nomenclature, pleb should perhaps become treated by the liberal establishment as an addition to the list of none-words like Paki, which we cannot utter on penalty of committing a hate crime.
            To be a Plebeian in ancient Rome meant nothing more than being one of the people, ruled over by the patrician class. Today, such an aristocratic class no longer exists to any meaningful extent; while if the word pleb means anything today, it is used to describe what remains of the working class and the broader middle classes.
            Mitchell was never a patrician. He was the son of a wealthy parents who could afford him the best education money could buy – and a fat lot of good it did them. The new chief whip has been given a position of power over the Conservative benches which befits his reputation as the ‘Flashman of the Whip’s Office’.
            I believe Andrew Mitchell is indeed role playing the part of  the truculent aristocrat who believes himself above the common heard and fully entitled to express himself in the terms he used against those officers. He probably pines for the Rotten Boroughs, where his like bought their place in parliament, rather going cap in hand (as he would see it) to an electorate.
            To be fair to the modern Tory party Mitchell is an isolated romantic reliving earlier times in our parliamentary history when a walk down the street in a topper turned heads in respect. Today’s Tory Party is full of plebs, as is all other parties. The only patrician class today is homed in Buckingham Palace; and no tenant of that august establishment would ever have spoken in Mitchell’s terms, to any member of the police force.
           

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