Brexit battle lines drawn
These are extraordinary times in British politics. Under its flamboyant new prime minister Boris Johnson, Britain is more polarised than at any time since Margaret Thatcher. A crucial difference is that Thatcher split the country along traditional party lines. She was despised with visceral intensity by the Left, but revered by her own Conservative Party, whose fortunes she revived after a long period in the doldrums.
Johnson, on the other hand, has fractured the Conservatives to the extent that some former Tory ministers are exploring ways of helping Labour Party leader Jeremy Corbyn form an ‘‘alternative’’ government.
In normal circumstances this would be unthinkable, but these are not normal times.
The issue creating this deep political fault line is, of course, Britain’s membership of the European Union. Johnson has staked his future on successfully leading Britain out of the EU in line with the 2016 referendum that resulted in a 52-48 vote in favour of leaving.
It’s a giant step into the unknown – too risky by far for the so-called Remainers in the Conservative Party, who are determined to thwart Johnson even if means installing Corbyn, an unreconstructed, old-school socialist, in No 10 Downing St.
So what are we to make of the politician whose tousle-haired blond head has become the lightning rod at the centre of this storm?
Johnson’s defenders say he has been unfairly and inaccurately caricatured, and they appear to have a point.
He has been portrayed as a British Donald Trump, with all that implies. He is commonly depicted as a buffoon, an oaf and a dilettante. But he graduated from Oxford with a second-class honours degree and had a distinguished career in journalism, including six years as editor of The Spectator, before moving into politics.
His best work as a journalist was incisive and informed. It shows a level of intellectual sophistication far beyond Trump.
Johnson has also been described as the
archetypal old Etonian toff – a cross between Bertie Wooster and the classic boarding-school bounder so beloved of English fiction writers dating back to
Tom Brown’s Schooldays.
It’s certainly true he had a privileged and uniquely English upper middle-class upbringing, but he combines that background with a sharp intellect and a common touch that was evident in his eight years as mayor of London. That’s a rare and potent political skill set.
More unfairly, Johnson has been disparaged as being anti-immigration and opposed to cultural diversity. This ignores the fact that he appointed a cabinet that includes more ministers from ethnic minorities than any in British history.
Other criticisms – for example, that he’s a serial philanderer and politically accident-prone – are much harder to counter.
Inevitably, his political ascendancy brought his turbulent personal life back into sharp focus.
That was apparent in June when the Left-wing
Guardian reported police were called after neighbours overheard a shouting match between Johnson and his partner Carrie Symonds. The neighbours also thoughtfully recorded the row and supplied the tape to the paper, which splashed it across the front page.
Sanctimonious justifications aside, it looked like a bit of journalistic mischief from a paper that vehemently opposes Brexit. But it was an example of the type of scrutiny Johnson is subjected to.
The clash of opinions over him has been fiercest among those who know him personally. It has been played out in recent months in the columns of the magazine he once edited, The Spectator. It started with a savage attack on him by Sir Max Hastings, a former editor of the conservative Daily Telegraph,
who was once Johnson’s boss.
Hastings wrote that Johnson’s air of geniality concealed an egomania that precluded concern for the interests of any human being other than himself. In an even more damning article in The Guardian, Hastings accused him of cowardice, moral bankruptcy and contempt for the truth.
Those attacks triggered a withering response from Sir Conrad Black, the former owner of both The Spectator and the Daily Telegraph, who has lately made a comeback in public life after a period in disgrace for alleged embezzlement.
Black, who knows both men well, declared Johnson to be more trustworthy and reliable than Hastings, whom he labelled an ill-tempered snob.
It was an extraordinarily bitter exchange between two prominent establishment figures and an indication of the depth of feeling over the new prime minister – and Brexit.
Clearly, Britain is in for a wild ride. The world will be watching to see whether Johnson crashes and burns, taking his country down with him, or successfully delivers on his promise to restore British autonomy.
I know which outcome I’d prefer, but I wouldn’t put money on it even if I had any.