Truth, half truth and nothing but my truth.

Watching the stream of calamities that follow POTUS Trump it is hard to believe that his coterie of followers seem more convinced than ever that he’s the leader they want.  He is by any measure a philanderer, racist and liar, yet his followers line up to defend him because they say the USA is doing well under his leadership which is a dubious claim by any  standard excepting the very shortest of term views.

Why? I ask myself. Maybe it’s because the elite liberals have ignored the courser idioms of the majority.  Yes, Obama was an outstanding orator, the first black President, the great hope for equality and progress.  Yet Obama achieved remarkably little  particularly for the miners of West Virginia and their like.  Obama may have been a great thinker but he wasn’t a great doer either at home or abroad.  His red line on Syrian chemical weapons was easy to erase, his economic policy was balanced and considered but that did not yield the short term fix that the redundancy threatened unskilled worker was looking for.

So enter Trump, a man’s man, a guy like any ordinary Joe.  Sure he talks a bit crudely for the POTUS but so what?  He’s had a few affairs, what a lucky guy – so what?  He sometimes tells porkies – don’t we all? – so what?  Trump speaks in a way the ordinary Joe understands, despite the fact that what he says is largely nonsense.  It is speaking commonly to common folk – populism at its plainest. Let’s start trade wars, lets put America first, screw the Chinese and all the other folk who manufacture goods cheaper than we do.  Sure this argument has grains of truth, but in aggregate its nonsense complete nonsense which will cost America hundreds of thousands of jobs, if it continues unabated.

When will both sides wake up.  The liberals must not abandon the common man, the bloke on the street.  Populists must stop telling lies. The situation seems hopeless and the answer so vary far away.

In Europe the idealist Jacques Delors saw the great federal Europe as the future, Boris Johnson sees that the ordinary man in the street doesn’t care to be ruled by foreign unelected bureaucrats and so appeals to the lowest common denominator, just like Trump.  Just like Trump, Johnson has gone for the oversimplified often distorted and exaggerated to appeal to the ‘man in the street’, in so doing he has undermined the real issues of the EU federalism,  fiscal unity and the Euro arguments.

You may argue that the ‘common man’ ought to wake up and examine these half truths and sophisticated arguments more precisely.  You can certainly argue there is no room for downright lies, but in the last analysis politics has to manage the truth in a direct way that every one understands.  Is there hope or are we condemned to hopelessness?

Ignorance, they say, is bliss, and populism is certainly on the rise. What we must avoid is further migration of two versions of fact, one interpreted by sophisticated elite and seldom understood by the electorate, and the oversimplified half truth of the populist.

Mr Trump believes he knows which will win, I hope his excesses catch up with him and that even the most plain follower will move toward a more reasoned view and politic. The same goes for Europe as it battles with its many demons.  Let us hope that we, one day soon, vote in an informed way that takes us where we want to go.

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Are you lonely?-Don’t be afraid to talk.

Loneliness seems to be an epidemic of the modern age.  Many say it is made worse by social media and perhaps this is so.  The other reasons for this sad state of affairs are well-known; the dispersal of families, the mobility of practically everything.  The competition of ‘oh so lovely’ options instead of visiting relations and friends, even the traffic jams all contribute to the concentration of a self centred society.

Yet, we are aware of loneliness, it has even been featured in broadcasts and press articles, but as individuals we either suffer from it or put it out of our minds. There are degrees of loneliness, there are people who don’t speak to another human being for days on end, there are those who grieve, those who are cast out, those who are ashamed because they have done wrong, those who are afraid, those who do not value themselves, those who are running away from things real and imaginary. All are lonely and loneliness is both depressing and excruciatingly sad.

If you have never grieved for someone really close, a child, a partner or a very close parent, if you have never spent a day on your own, gone to bed without a ‘good night’ or woken to the stillness of an empty place, then you will have little idea of what loneliness is.  I am happy for you.  I urge you, though, to look at those who are without friends or company. I want you to talk to the beggar, the man selling magazines on the street corner, the old lady next door, the friend whose dropped out.  These are just a few of the people we all can help.

Don’t be afraid, I’m not asking you to give money, even shake their hands, all I’m asking you/us to do is to look and see loneliness and speak to it, to him or her.  To start “Good day”  is a start.  Maybe then perhaps another word of the weather or the time of day or this and that.  That’s all I ask of you and you and me.

If you are lonely I ask something else of you as well.  Don’t be afraid to look into the eyes of others, strangers they may be but they could be, and maybe, friends if you let them. Don’t be afraid of greeting the Lord or the labourer, you never know who will smile back and start to help you live another brighter day.  One day at a time and if you see us the ‘un-lonely’ don’t forget we’d like you to be amongst us.

 

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The National Health Service – onward!

In the UK we are celebrating the 70th anniversary of the National Health Service.  This has become an iconic institution, a symbol of British middle way fairness and social consciousness. Free health service for all, free at the point of delivery for all citizens no matter what their social status or medical condition.   A truly wonderful edifice.  We see on our TV’s any number of documentaries showing the best of the system whether it be heroic ambulance crews or dedicated surgeons performing the most delicate and life saving operations.  The whole concept is wonderful.

Most of us are moved by the professionalism and dedication of all those who deliver these great services.  We are moved to tears as we watch the battles for life for old and young alike, and we marvel at the genuine generosity of spirit which runs through the organisation.

Yet, we are aware that with the advances of medical science, the consequent increase in the elderly population, we find it impossible to sustain and improve the service.  Everyone understands the issues here, it is the one thing that is not disputed by either political party, and yet there is a great reluctance to increase or re-dedicate the National Health Insurance stamp/levy to the sustenance of the N.H.S. and social services.

It is clear that the problems are gargantuan, but the longer the UK government of whatever hue leave it, the worse the situation will become.  There surely must be a three tier effort to improve the situation;

1 Amalgamation of Elderly care and the N.H.S. budgets and systems.

2 To have a cross party standing organisation to drive through efficiencies.

3 Re-calibrate the N.H.I. levy for all citizens according to their means and ring-fencing this indirect tax specifically for the N.H.S. and elderly services.

This is difficult but not rocket science, please politicians, whatever side you’re on face the dilemma and do something.  Interestingly anyone who moves first I think will win a great deal of support at the voting booth.

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Borrow now, pay back never?

The world is lurching toward another financial meltdown.  Debt is spiralling out of control with all the superpowers going the same way as Japan.  The USA, China and the Eurozone, are piling up debt which is unsustainable.  Add to that the Trump proposition of turning inward  and starting trade wars and the recipe becomes more poisonous.

There seems a disconnect between the macro economic planners and the ordinary citizen, the man in the street who is still blithely encouraged to max out his credit cards and gamble as wildly as he can.  The idea of responsibility and restraint seem to have vanished from our psyche.  Even the memory of the recent bankers crash seems to have faded with astonishing alacrity.

Low interest rates have been seen as the cure to stimulate damaged economies but of course these measures have encouraged more borrowing and less saving thus exacerbating the debt spiral.

Debt equals hardship, if not now, then certainly when the debt is called in.  This is true for  national as well as personal debt.  When are we going to wake up?  Already we see slow or no growth and productivity stuck in a rut.  Going backwards and digging filthy coal is surely not the answer.

Hence the mass return to populism, the easy buck promise is in the ascendancy.  Trump, Farage, Barron et al, shout for the easy way out, namely, screw your neighbour.

Meanwhile the poor get relatively poorer and the rich richer as the manipulative money engineers continue to hedge and make money out of distressed high streets and edgy currency markets.  For example Bitcoins may be an abstract to most of us but it is yet again a method to help those who have the financial muscle to make hideous amounts of money.  At whose expense?  Somebody like you and me.

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Left, Right or Centre, it’s a new day.

Many countries including the UK, maybe especially the UK, are running out of money.  From Local Authorities to all the great departments of state.  Whether it is the National Health Service, Education, Justice, even the Ministry of Defence.

The UK exemplifies the mature western democracy where capitalism is approaching the zenith of its life.  The rich are getting richer, the middle classes managing (just) and everyone below struggling in a low growth economy.

The key, the economists tell us is a lack of real growth and stagnant productivity, we have got to a stage where we find it hard to get even more bang for our bucks. So what to do?

Maybe, just maybe, crashing out of the EU will create such short-term distress that there will be a surge in enterprise to make up for the change of circumstances.  I don’t mean simply selling to non-EU countries, I mean a resurgence of creativity particularly, as seems likely, if the UK is cast adrift from Galileo and other scientific projects of pan European nature.

The future might see the UK, at last, recognizing that it is no longer a world leader either economically or militarily.  Consequently, the powers, at last, abandon wild armament programs such as Trident.  That does not mean shutting up the shop, all these fantastic skills and knowledge can be applied to so many applications from nuclear power to electric cars or hydrogen combustion engines.

Perhaps too, we could see the UK pick up and run with its education system which is currently squeezed so that many educational standards are losing ground and education itself, in all its form, is being devalued.

Most of all The UK could take a leaf out of The Donald’s book, put Britain first, not by protectionism but by creative power. By concentrating on making the UK a better and richer place where the riches are built on a vibrant education system, a competitive industrial base of a highly skilled workforce, and transport and infrastructure at least equal to our European competitors.

In Justice, we need a court that stands for freedom of anyone who makes their home in the UK and respects the rights of all men.  We need to care for all our folk, old and young alike.

To accomplish these things we need a centrist philosophy that balances the meritocracy and the social responsibilities.   Taxation needs to reflect the realities of the British aspiration, a good or bad Brexit, is still a new start for British values to stand and to be built upon.

 

 

 

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A hard Brexit – maybe a wise choice!

The article below from The Times expresses really well yet another ridiculous ruling from Brussels.  Can it be right that the UK be subject to these insane Luddite rulings that will set back European agriculture for decades?  If the UK accepts common standards on a soft Brexit with the EU we will be tying ourselves to these unelected bureaucrats drawn from the likes of Luxemburg and other ill-managed states.  Junker, Tusk et al are a bunch of politically snide nobodies propelled by dubious methods into very far-reaching positions of power.  They have proven time and again they are examples of a failed giant bureaucracy which costs an enormous amount of damage both financially and ethically.  You only have to look at the mess of the PIGS area where generations of young people have been condemned to poverty and dwindling prospects. How can anyone want to belong to an organization that perpetrated such horrors on its so-called friends?

Now this latest ruling from the ECJ what a travesty!

Matt Ridley of The Times puts it better than I ever could, just read it and see what a soft Brexit will bring.

‘The European Court of Justice has just delivered a scientifically absurd ruling, in defiance of advice from its advocate general, but egged on by Jean-Claude Juncker’s allies. It will ensure that more pesticides are used in Britain, our farmers will be less competitive and researchers will leave for North America. Thanks a bunch, your honours.

By saying that genome-edited crops must be treated to expensive and uncertain regulation, it has pandered to the views of a handful of misguided extremists, who no longer have popular support in this country.

Let’s compare two plant varieties: golden promise barley and a wheat resistant to a fungal pest called powdery mildew. The barley was derived from seeds bombarded with gamma rays at a nuclear facility in the 1950s, scrambling some of their genes, which had the happy if accidental result of making better malting barley. It became (and remains) a popular variety for brewing beer among (wait for it!) organic farmers.

The wheat was produced by Calyxt, a US company, last year using a genome editing technique to tweak one part of one gene, introducing no foreign DNA.  It will need less fungicide spray than normal wheat. The US Government says it needs no further legislation or regulation.  The EU has effectively said it will take Calyxt many years and vast sums of money to find out whether it might or might not approve the wheat for cultivation.

Calyxt and others wont bother applying, so we will be deprived of the chance to use less fungicide.  We will miss out on a new genome edited potato variety that requires 80% less spray.  We are already missing out on GM varieties of mauze and other crops that use much less insecticide and are proven safe after 25 years of consumption.

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Mandela and me – a retrospective

Mandela and Me to celebrate the 100years since Mandela’s birth.

I stood in the buffet queue, excited that soon we would meet the great President Nelson Mandela. It was a meeting of the World Economic Forum in Cape Town, South Africa, I think it was in 1995.

Now the World Economic Forum is for big shots, but I got there anyhow because I was and still am interested in all things African.  After all, I’d lived in West Africa, I’d become conscious of the evils of Apartheid through the protests of Peter Hain when I was forced to cancel going to a rugby game because of the cause Hain espoused – for a Welshman, this is a serious matter.  I don’t mean to be flippant but it is important to note that during the third quarter of the twentieth century despite Sharpville, Verwoed, the Rovinia trials, most of us ordinary men and women were not really conscious of the evils of apartheid.  Young Hain was to many cricket and rugby followers a pain in the butt.

For the man in the street, it was easy to argue that sporting ties and business investment were the best ways to build bridges, the arguments went on and on.  For Dai Jones or Henry Higgins, the games must go on – damn nuisance these long-haired liberals spoiling the pitches at  Cardiff Arms Park or Lord’s cricket ground.

The arguments were rooted in the right – build bridges, and the left – sanctions and economic and political pressure. I guess I was, and still am, a wavering Welsh liberal, wobbling badly and missing the Springboks.

My time in West Africa was a difficult one as the head of a young family in the melting pot that is Nigeria.  Despite all the anguish and laughter of that period I always felt slightly ashamed of being there, doing a job that could easily have been done by a Nigerian.  The post-colonial patronage was insufferable and I became forever convinced that racism was sustained and encouraged by postcolonial Britain and Western vested business interests.

Time moved on and in the late eighties, I was offered the job as Regional Director for my company’s subsidiaries in Africa.  Our biggest interests were in South Africa where we were much involved in supplying the mining industry.  I had already been involved there but not with the authority that now was mine.

The mining business, coal, gold and other minerals is a hard theatre, not for the weak.  I had routinely visited the deepest mines, over a mile down and half a mile or more from the shaft bottom, in seems not much higher than your dining table, the temperatures were up to 48 degrees centigrade and the humidity over ninety percent. It was a tough place to work; with loss of life a fairly common event.  My company supplied strata support materials and we worked hard with our R & D and other partners to produce products which improved safety and productivity.  During those years I was always uncomfortable with the way that the African Miners were treated; low pay, and impossible social conditions not to mention the dangers at the coal or ore face.

So when my promotion came, I did think long and hard about accepting the post,  True my ambition was probably a great driver, but it came down to the old argument; would turning down the job do any good?  Could I do more good in the job than on the sidelines?

For the next eighteen years, South Africa was my key interest.  We employed more people here than in any of my other companies, over eight hundred souls, mainly shift workers drawn from the Xhosa and Zulu tribal groups.  All the supervision when I started in the company was white. Many of the managers and salespeople denigrated the blacks at every possible opportunity.

Apartheid was built into the business, to complicate things further the businesses never made a penny, though the research benefits of working in such difficult conditions were immeasurable for like businesses around the world.  Further, the business climate was corrupt and the white management by and large self-satisfied and smug. A challenge then!

I like to think my team made changes, positive changes; sweeping changes of management, the introduction of black supervision and management, improvements to working conditions and much better labour relations. We did all these things in a very hostile business environment, with very aggressive local competitors who thought nothing of stealing intellectual property rights or for that matter spreading inaccuracies and lies about our company.  I was, we were, under pressure too from our parent company as profits staggered around breakeven at best.

I made it my business during these years to learn more about Africa its business and its culture and attended many World Economic Forum meetings particularly concerned with African business affairs. My Boss in the UK was very supportive.

As the eighties came to a close, I was very much aware of the calamitous state of affairs in the Republic, the cause of Mandela was blazoned across the world’s press; meanwhile, labour relations were at an all-time low with individual companies struggling with miserable returns and ever declining productivity. The average worker looked forward to the great revolution, when the white man would, at last, be put in his place. In the mines, the hard Afrikaner mentality ruled, elsewhere in both black and white business communities there was a real impetus for change and a variety of wildly differing expectations.  The World Economic Forum was central to international business response. it was a question of hanging on through the chaos and supporting the changes we all hoped were imminent.

In the WEF I was fortunate to meet leaders of business and politics, make contact with the ANC youth and discuss the importance of business to the newly emerging democracy that was now surer every day.  There were many powerful business leaders including Nicki Oppenheimer, Clem Santer who were in the forefront of the drive for change, then there was Cyril Rhamanposa who was a beacon of progressive light from the aspect of Black business and entrepreneurship, there were many others, pillars of the movement to change, all looking forward with imagination and goodwill towards the now inevitable changing scene.

President De Klerk, who eventually shared the Nobel Peace Prize with Nelson Mandela, was at worst a brilliant pragmatist and at best a brave and visionary politician.  I like to think the latter, did he bow to the inevitable or perhaps drive positively the unbelievably difficult task of wresting power from the Nationalist Party and handing it over to the ANC.

Charles Schwab head of the WEF as always with almost missionary zeal mobilized international business with guile and enthusiasm.

The scene was set and in1990 the world changed, but how it changed.  There walked upon this earth a man of such magnanimity and generosity of spirit as was beyond anyone’s imagination. Nelson Mandela.

On my way to South Africa aware of what was about to happen, I was seated next to Jeremy Paxman of the BBC who spent little time before berating me for doing a job in South Africa entirely prejudiced and unaware of how much goodwill had been put into the changes going on in those momentous times.  In retrospect, I’m by and large proud of what we did, we kept going, producing goods, generating wages and preventing mass unemployment.  Certainly, there was a lot of enlightened self-interest but there was a great deal of genuine good will and real sacrifice for the promise of what was to come.

We had heard about him, we had read about him but now we could see and hear him.  However we were not prepared for the real Nelson Mandela; wise, shrewd, charming, kind and simply good; unbelievably good.  A saint to all believers; a redeemer of political miscreants and a forgiver of sin.  Madiba (his clan name) – father to a nation.

In ’94 expectations were high, President Mandela acceded to power.  His task gargantuan, he needed to change a nation and he set forth to do so.  History will say he did, he did create massive change. Some will argue that he did not deliver the change that the rank and file South African expected.  What is beyond doubt is that he and his fabulous team including the irrepressible Bishop Tutu led a bloodless coup, he created a chance for a new South Africa. His message was and is simple; Forgive the past and build a future- so simple, so demanding, and so profound.

And so to the buffet queue in 1995, it is lunchtime there are a few delegates from the WEF and several pressmen.  I know many of the delegates and I am chatting to my friends, one hand on my plate and choosing from the sumptuous buffet.  There is someone tall next to me in the queue, I turn, I look up and I am looking into the eyes of President Nelson Mandela.  I am lost for words.

“Mr President,” I stammer, “Please go ahead.” I stand back.

“No, you were here before me, go ahead.”  He hits me with a wide smile.

I am still befuddled, what to say?  Should I insist he goes first, what can I say? I cannot shake hands because I am holding my dinner plate and knife fork and spoon.

“Sir,” I stutter some more, “It is a great honour to meet you.”  I make a mess of gathering the cold meats.

“It is very good to meet you.” Says The President.

We fill our plates I am anxious not to drop my food on the floor, we begin to chat, he wants to know who I am and where I ’m from.  Within minutes we are surrounded by pressmen and admirers.  My private moment with Nelson Mandela is passed.

There is a kafuffle at the entrance to the dining room. President Mugabe enters with a phalanx of security men; his food is delivered on four separate plates to a side room.  The food is tasted by his bodyguard the door is closed, I assume Mugabe has his lunch.

In the meantime, Mandel is chatting to delegates, as is Thabo Mbeki.  Mbeki is quiet, shy almost, he speaks very quietly.  He is a very neat man, his beard grey and trimmed, his suite sharp as can be, his shoes polished mirror-like.  He is very engaging articulate and obviously very bright.  There are other heads of state there from the so-called front line states, including Namibia, Mozambique, Zimbabwe, Botswana.  All the heads of state seem relaxed except of course for Zimbabwe’s President; locked up with his security guys.

The meeting is called to order Charles Schwab is at his avuncular best.  The room is quite informal with the heads of state gathered on settees and easy chairs on the stage and the delegates and press assembled in front of them.

Mandela speaks, he has no notes, he speaks of the future and how much a strong economy matters.  He is intelligent he does not dwell on the past at all. When he has finished, a notable ‘talk’ of fifty minutes without a note, he asks for questions.  The press bombard him with questions about his prisoner years – he ignores them all and states quietly but with absolute authority, “We must come together, no matter what the past.  We must come together for our children’s sake, we must reconcile, forgive and look to the future to build a South Africa where there is an opportunity for all.”  His words are final.  He sits and invites Thabo Mbeki to say a few words.

Mbeki chooses to talk about reconciliation.  He does so with quiet dignity, he talks from his heart and he asks,

“I want to know where my sister’s partner’s remains are, so we can bury my dead comrade and begin to forgive the past.  He went out one evening six years ago, to get some food, he was an activist for the youth wing of the ANC, we have not seen him since We want to forgive but we must reconcile and be at peace and allowed to bury our dead, then we will be, and only then can we be, reconciled.  The truth and reconciliation commission is not an institution, it is the only instrument to stop our nation’s heart from bleeding.”

I have never been so moved in a public place, everyone there, hardened journalist or seasoned business person wept.  There was a silence and then the other Heads of State took to the stage.  I do not remember a word any of them said.

When Mandela and Mbeki left they shook hands with us all, the President once more looked into my eyes and said, “It was very nice to meet you, thank you for supporting us.”

I was not composed or worthy enough to reply, and he was gone.

Years have passed and Mandela is no longer with us, Mbeki started well but made mistakes and then Jacob Zuma has been subsumed by corruption and incompetence.

But it is a new day, forgive the past and build the future. Cyril Rhamanposa now presides, we wish him well.

Thank you Madiba.

 

 

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