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The Unbearable Rightness of Being

When an elected politician is killed, it should concern us all. A long-standing acquaintance of mine therefore shocked me by applauding the recent murder of Ann Widdecombe. Widdecombe was actually retired, having left the House of Commons in 2010, but she had the audacity to continue speaking her mind. Whether you agreed or disagreed with her is irrelevant: she was a 78-year-old woman living happily on her own and her life was cut short by a man who entered her house and then clubbed her to death with 21 blows of a hammer.

‘How can you not be appalled?’ I asked my friend (a man).

‘Well, she spouted hate, didn’t she?’

‘Did she? So she deserved to be clubbed to death while eating lunch in her own kitchen?’

‘She had it coming. The kind of toxic politics we now have is new.’

Except, it isn’t — hate in British politics isn’t new. ‘Tory scum’ was the insult of choice during my own student days in Southampton. I reminded my friend of this and it became clear, from his flabbergasted face, that he had never before considered calling every Conservative Party member ‘scum’ to be hateful. 

Yet, we all know what to do with scum, don’t we?

For the record, I was a socialist throughout my university years. I hung out with other socialists and lived with quite a few. I can assure you that many of them — not all, but too many, maybe even the vast majority — despised anyone who belonged to the Conservative Party; in fact, they despised anyone who was ‘conservative’ with a small ‘c’. And because most of Britain was then socially conservative, this small band actually loathed the rest of the country.

It’s therefore hypocritical that today’s lefties blame only the political right for hate, when they themselves have a long tradition of hating. Once we look at how ‘left’ and ‘right’ are generally described, though, this remarkably distorted view should come as no surprise. 

Socialists and left-wing ideas are invariably called ‘progressive’, even by the Daily Telegraph (that supposedly right-wing newspaper!), whereas right-wing politicians and policies are labelled ‘reactionary’, ‘fascist’ or plain ‘evil’. Naturally, ‘left’ has come to be equated with good and ‘right’ with awful. 

The distinction is simple and easy to understand. After all, socialists are fighting inequality and oppression, aren’t they? My socialist friends all consider themselves to be principled, unlike their greedy capitalist opponents (myself included) who only think about profit. 

Because socialists believe they have right on their side, they end up behaving as if they are morally superior. This self-righteousness isn’t new, but I’m so sick of being sneered at, I’ve decided to call it out. 

You see, my friends, you are not the only people with principles: I, too, wish for a better world. What we disagree on is how to get there. Funding the myriad projects so dear to you all requires wealth. Wealth-creation, in turn, needs entrepreneurialism. And I have not seen a better economic system for unleashing entrepreneurialism than a capitalist system. 

Ergo, I’m a capitalist precisely because I want equality. Just because we wish to take different routes to the same destination does not make me your enemy.

During the second year of my Ph.D., I went Inter-railing. In the UK anyone up to the age of 26 can buy a cheap rail pass that is valid for one calendar month. The Inter-rail pass allows travel on most trains in Europe. To my delight, some countries in the Eastern Bloc were included, even in 1988. 

I drew up an itinerary crisscrossing as much of Hungary and Yugoslavia as we could take in during our month and set off with two university chums. The trip was eye-opening.

Hungary had few visitors then, so we were the objects of curiosity. Younger Hungarians were especially keen to practise their English. Not a single one of them told us they would choose to live in a socialist country. This made a big impression on me. If socialism was a grand utopia, why didn’t everyone love it?

Because, they said, we’re not free. They could not even leave their country, let alone travel around Europe by train. 

One night in Budapest a student from the University confessed that life felt pointless: he was hoping to be a surgeon and had passed all his exams, there were still more to come and yet at the very end, he would be paid the same as a street cleaner. 

This struck me as absurd. One of my travel companions simply shrugged him off. ‘Well, we need street cleaners, too,’ she said. 

Time and again, I have come across this same dismissive attitude. My ex-wife, who was born in Moscow, gave a talk one night to a group of Western socialist friends about what it was like growing up in the Soviet Union in the 1970s. Her experience of living under a socialist régime did not fit into my friends’ world views. Scepticism crept into the room, as if they knew better, even though not one of them had ever set foot in Russia.

Their reaction was unsurprising. If you genuinely believe you’re on the side of right, your instantaneous, knee-jerk reaction is that any contradiction must be wrong. Which is why, during our conversation about Ann Widdecombe, it was a jolt to my friend that a phrase he had taken for granted could possibly incite hate. 

‘Tory scum’ has been repeated by no less a person than Angela Rayner, our tax-dodging former Deputy Prime Minister, who called a Tory MP ‘scum’ during a debate in the House of Commons in 2020 and crowned her credentials the following year by calling all Tories ‘scum’ at a Labour Party conference. After Widdecombe’s death was announced, plenty of lefties took to social media to celebrate her demise, including a trans woman (i.e. someone born biologically male) who wrote ‘I hope she was handcuffed to the bed as she screamed in agony’.

The great irony is that Ann Widdecombe believed passionately in free speech and would have absolutely defended the right of her many detractors to express their views. (Here’s a link to a speech she gave at the Oxford Union in defence of free speech, which was published by the group Academics for Academic Freedom as a tribute after her murder. It makes for compelling reading.)

I disagreed with Widdecombe on many issues, but that is no reason to be gleeful at her brutal murder. Democracy cannot survive unless we’re able to work alongside those with whom we may vehemently disagree. Shabana Mahmood, our Home Secretary, struck a dignified and empathetic tone in her moving statement in the House of Commons (excerpt below):

‘Today, is a dark day in our political life.  

But we must also use it as an opportunity to celebrate Ann Widdecombe’s memory. 

She was a unique figure in our politics. 

A distinctive and devoted public servant. 

The likes of whom we will rarely, if ever, see again.’ 

Mahmood also mentioned that Ann Widdecombe did not take herself too seriously. The same cannot be said of many of her detractors on the left. It must be unbearable to be so utterly, absolutely, unambiguously certain about what’s wrong with this world and who is to blame. 

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Malaysia’s Election Eve

Power corrupts. Fifty six years of power corrupt absolutely. That is how long the ruling elite has held the reins of power in Malaysia.

What new ideas could it possibly offer which it had not thought of during its half century of uninterrupted rule?

In a country thousands of miles away, I remember the Thatcher years. I became an adult in Britain then, and watched an initially energetic government run out of steam by 1992, a mere thirteen years later. The Conservatives limped on for another five years, but change was inevitable.

Imagine if the Conservative Party had carried on for three times longer than their run of eighteen years. The governmental coalition in Malaysia, known as Barisan Nasional (National Front in Malay), has done exactly that. Is it plausible that any regime which has held authority for so long could remain uncorrupted? (This is something neighbouring Singapore has achieved, but Singapore is an exceptional country; see for example Transparency International’s 2012 League Table.)

Tomorrow, Malaysians will go to the polls. Some of us overseas have already handed in our postal votes (a right which incidentally, we were denied until a few months ago. Before then, the only Malaysians living overseas who were given postal votes were students, public servants and members of the military).

I, like many of my fellow-Malaysians, will be following the election results closely. I have no illusion over whether this 13th General Election will be free and fair. It has so far been a dirty election, and is likely to be up to the last minute. Anwar Ibrahim, the leader of the Opposition Coalition, has complained of dubious voters being flown in from neighbouring countries. The Malaysian ‘Electoral Commission’, a purportedly impartial organisation, has admitted that voters have been flown in from abroad by ‘friends of the ruling regime’, but the Commission has actually defended this practice! (Such is the state of Malaysia today).

These are the desperate actions of a morally bankrupt regime. Despite all this, I am filled with anticipation, a little excitement, and plenty of apprehension too, for I know I could yet be disappointed.

The possibility of change is frightening. I have no idea what form any change in Malaysia would actually take, should it happen.

Do I trust Anwar Ibrahim? No. But he’s the best hope we have.

His Opposition Coalition includes an Islamist party, the Parti Islam Se-Malaysia, commonly known as PAS. Does PAS worry me? Yes, but the incumbents, who have abused religion and race through the years as tools with which to divide Malaysians – solely to keep themselves in power – worry me even more.

Malaysians do not take easily to the streets. We are often afraid of expressing our true opinions. But the political scandals have become too numerous to list, or ignore. Let me quote just one statistic: under the current government, Malaysia became the third most corrupt country in the world as measured by illicit outflows between 2001 and 2010 (third after China and Mexico, both far larger and more populous countries).

For Malaysia, change must come, if not tomorrow, then on another day. I know that no maggot-filled regime has ever survived indefinitely in history. At some point the maggots will run out of flesh and will have to feed on themselves, or be overthrown. Unfortunately this could take decades, even centuries.

Tomorrow, whatever happens, I will take heart from the words of American cultural anthropologist Margaret Mead: ‘Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.’

Malaysia, Ubah!

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