Political influences 2: Roy Hattersley, Tony Benn and Michael Foot – socialism of the heart

This post is the second in a series. For the introduction to the series, see here; for the first instalment here.

I dreamed I saw a tree full of angels, up on Primrose Hill
And I flew with them over the Great Wen till I had seen my fill
Of such poverty and misery sure to tear my soul apart
I've got a socialism of the heart, I've got a socialism of the heart
– Billy Bragg “Upside”

I was brought up in a Labour Party household and later joined the Party the moment I was eligible, on my fifteenth birthday. In those days – this was the period of public service cuts, of mass unemployment, of the miners’ strike, of police brutality in the inner cities, of the Troubles in Northern Ireland, of the Battle of the Beanfield, a period overcast with the imminent threat of nuclear war – it was clear who the enemy was. Thatcher and her Conservative Party personified all evil, the SDP who had split the Labour vote were traitors who enabled her, and the Liberals were at best a distraction. What was less clear was who our side was.

It took me a while to think that maybe the Labour Party wasn’t who our side was (later, for a while, I came to see the Labour Party as part of the enemy). In my early teens, the question was: what should the Labour Party be? In the time I was learning about politics, the battle for the soul of the Labour Party had three contestants, the “right” personified by Dennis Healey and Roy Hattersley, the “soft left” personified by Michael Foot, and the “hard left” personified by Tony Benn. (There was an even harder left personified by the Militant Tendency, but I was barely aware of them, and by Labour Briefing, who I only encountered later, when I actually joined the party.

My household wavered between the soft left and the hard left, and both Benn and Foot were worshipped. I remember hearing both of them speak, on numerous occasions, at various rallies, and their oratory was spine tingling. When one of them came on Radio 4, a reverent hush descended on our kitchen, and there was much nodding and murmurs of assent.

From a few years later, I have a very vivid memory of travelling several miles with my father to see Michael Foot and his nephew Paul Foot talk about Byron and Shelley in a tiny, damp arts centre. Both of them were wonderful. By this time, however, Foot was an increasingly irrelevant has-been in the Labour Party, never forgiven for his lacklustre period as party leader; the process of “modernisation” was sweeping through the party, squeezing the space for his kind of democratic socialism, a process that in contrast enhanced Tony Benn’s glamour as a focus of resistance to it. .

Although I greatly admired Benn, there was always something about him I didn't trust. Maybe it was his perfect square jaw gripping the ever-present pipe, the icy gleam in his eyes or his aristocratic voice. Maybe it was his frequent double acts with arch-reactionary Enoch Powell, the oft-made claim that he was a “great parliamentarian”, his curmudgeonly-ness, his Euroscepticism, an odour of the Stalinist fellow traveller, or the terminal boringness of the few aging Campaign Group member in my Constituency Labour Party.

Later, there came his Serbophilia, which led him to be very soft on Milosovic, his cozy-ness with Saddam Hussein, or his description of the Afghan and Iraqi insurgents as like Dad’s Army, his claim (in an interview with the fascist propaganda outfit Press TV that “Hamas must be seen as the agent of the Palestinian people” or finally (admittedly fairly trivial) his call for El Al to be banned from British Airports. Eventually, I decided he is more of a malignant force then a benign one.

Over time, even as I moved further to the left than Benn, it was oddly Hattersley that left more of a mark on me. I have no idea of the occasion, or even if it was on TV or the radio, but I remember him talking about how he became a socialist. I reproduce these words, as best as I can, from memory. He described his first job assisting a milkman, describing the rounds in the alleyways behind the brick terraced houses of whatever part of Sheffield it was. There was a woman on the round, maybe a single mother – perhaps a widow – who struggled to pay for her milk. The milkman would carefully take off the foil top of a bottle, pour it into a can for her, replace the top, then smash the bottle to claim it as a breakage. This, Hattersley said, was my first exposure to socialism. The story had a slight twist, though, because the milkman then said, I oughtn’t to do that, as she’ll probably just spend the money on fags. Hattersely paused, then said, And this was my first exposure to the idea of the undeserving poor. I rejected it then, and I reject it still. (I just found a more recent Hattersley interview, where he says more or less the same thing. Read it.)

Over two decades later, after a complicated journey that took me a long way from Roy Hattersly’s politics, I still hold to some version of the socialism of the heart carried in that memory.

Note: I recall Benn was in a number of people’s lists in the political influences meme that started this series, including Jams and Mike Ion, and more recently Carl included him in his “good influences” list.

Further reading: Poumista on Foot; Harry Barnes on Benn (read especially Why I am Not a Bennite 1 and 2), on Foot (especially his obituary), and on Hattersley (but especially this on his “two worlds”); Raincoat Optimist on Foot and on Hattersley; Dave Semple on Hattersley and Foot.

Click on images for sources.


modernity said…
Funny, I never trusted Foot, having been a paid lackey of Beaverbrook, etc

Benn, well, his Europhobia and the fortress Britain policies of import controls etc weren't very persuasive to my mind.

Still less his time as Minister, and the Nuclear issue, where he says effectively that civil servants may him sign it.

Holding power is a good indicator of someone's character, and Benn failed.

Still I thoroughly enjoyed his diaries, they do show his certain English eccentricities, and rather typically paint him in a good light, but the side characters and their interactions are good.

Hattersley, I never much like him as Kinnock's deputy, but is not without his own qualities, and his position in the LP is a good barometer of how far things have changed.

Hattersley is probably now to the Left, by a large margin, of most of the recent leadership contenders.

What a state the LP is in, eh?
cuffleyburgers said…
Wankers all!

Happy days
d.z. bodenberg said…
"Upfield" surely, not "Upside". Wasn't that from Bragg's phase in which he managed to support both Scargill's SLP and the Greens?
BobFromBrockley said…
Thanks DZ - I'll change it. I didn't know Bragg had a Scargillite phase - I thought he was a Labour loyalist then.
As much as I also used to like Benn in my youth, he, like some others, appears to have lost perspective on lots of the big issues - hence his remarks about Hamas and the soft line on Milosovic; expressed as that unthinking and tiresome version of leftism that brands everything "our fault".

It's hard for me personally to dislike him though. I find him more misguided in some respects than malicious or bloody-minded.

As for the undeserving poor: they're back, apparently, what with David "giving people what they deserve" Cameron.

It'll be like the 20th century never 'appened :/
Andrew Murphy said…

Didn't he change his mind on the Salam Rusdhie affair in 1988 just so he could pander to some of his Pakistani constituents
bob said…
Hattersley has been wrong about lots of things over the years. I didn't know about his Rushdie position, which was certainly wrong.

It is not for his political positions that I admire Hattersley. It is for the way that I heard him articulating socialism when I was an impressionable pre-teen. That's all.

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