The front-page headline from the Daily Telegraph screamed at me as I bought my milk and apple juice just now,
Hanging Crowd Bays for Blood as Blair Faces his Inquisitors
I mean, for fuck’s sake, Telegraph, at least pretend to be objective.
As much as this is a great sentence – try saying it in a fearsome, guttural voice, like this – it really leaves the reader in absolutely no doubt what side the article takes.
Besides, it’s hardly true. The crowd, which isn’t hanging (yes, I know what they meant, but they’re not, en masse, calling for his hanging either), is not baying for blood, and the use of the term inquisitors is obviously psychologically linked to the inquisition more than it is to the Iraq inquiry.
And let’s be fair. Blair lied, it would seem knowingly, in order to lead his country to an unjust, unnecessary and illegal war, which has further destabilised the middle-east and given countless muslims cause to fight what they see as an attempt at imperial rule from the west. He should be brought to justice for this, but he won’t. The Iraq inquiry, founded and staffed by the Labour party, is not a trial, and will not resolve any of the important issues.
Digging a little further into the article, we find:
A man grabbed a megaphone, with a let’s-get- down-to-business manner. “Tony Blair …” he shouted. The crowd answered, like the response in a Pentecostalist church. “War criminal!”
See? Those people protesting Blair have a religious fervour. They’re calling for blood, in the face of all rationality. They have “the same sense of seething resentment, and the hunger for justice – or revenge – that one sees at crown courts as child murderers are whisked past in prison vans, their heads covered in blankets.”
And how is Blair taking all this anarchic yelling? In a “narcoleptic” hearing room, after being treated to a description of his attire (“a blue suit, white shirt and red tie”) we find that “his expression [is] grave, with a flicker of apprehension.” Later, on facing a difficult question, he “assumed the bashful look of a schoolboy caught with his hand in the sweet jar.” The article comments later that this questioner is the only one who is not “polite, even courtly,” but cheerfully drops in the adjective “beady” to describe him.
Throughout this article, this simpering (I’m not writing a newspaper article – I’m allowed be biased), pity-Blair tone is adopted, often explicitly but sometimes subtly. The last couple of sentences, though, really do take the cake.
“And is there anything you’d like to add?” Mr Blair looked at him, as if to say, “Are you kidding?” “No”, he said. He walked quickly from the room. There was a smattering of boos from the audience, then shockingly, a shout, “You are a liar.” And another. “And a murderer.”
Outside the baying intensified – less a hanging crowd, it seemed, than a lynch mob. But the pontiff manqué had left by a side entrance. They hadn’t landed a glove on him.
So, after another attempt to vilify the protesters (poor Tony!), we even have this “journalist” putting words in Blair’s mouth. Lucky thing, too. If it weren’t for writing of this calibre, the Telegraph’s audience wouldn’t know what to think.