The link is to a Wail story found via Dickiebo. The story is typical of ‘those Gadget won’t print’. Cowardly cops not doing their job, and not being brought to book through police complaints. The Ian Tomlinson saga grinds on, long after his death. The crap cop in that ain’t in jail either. These are not isolated incidents – they are incidents made isolated by the non-working complaints system. Lessons are not learned from them as they go on and on, with vile cop-toadies puking out the insulting jargon like ‘learning lessons’ making matters worse. Anyone genuinely trying to complain is subject to vilification as a ‘nutter’, ‘cop hater’ and the rest. It’s time, yet again to bring down the whole shebang of complaints against the police. This, as Graham Smith has pointed out, is part of a pathetic vicious cycle that ends up with a new version of the same old crap. The latest same old crap is the IPCC.
Complaints systems are problematic. To work, they need to be established along with firm understanding that the organisation concerned will be transparent to criticism. This is almost impossible in Britain. We shit on our whistleblowers almost as routinely as vile Middle Eastern regimes. Trying to do anything here is subject to our own ‘wasta’ system. Wasta is the name for the corruption in countries like Iran, Baharain, Saudi and so on. We have our own. An extensive sociology is available. People are blogging, writing books, we have Dispatches, Panorama and some genuinely critical journalism, but it is all to no avail in our dismal country. As a boy reading about the Gulags, I was distressed about the forced labour forced to eat ‘boiled grass rations’. Now, I can see old people dying of malnutrition in our NHS and meals unfit for my dog slopped up. There is always some vastly overpaid turd around saying everything is hunky-dory. The critical material around may as well be Samizdat, the undercover ‘voice’ of ‘subversive material’ found in the former soviets. I no longer feel it is too strong to say our ‘performance management’ is in the shit league along with ‘wasta’ and ‘Samizdat’. Indeed, the bread in the shit sandwich is now the filling. The lunatics are in charge of the asylum and have been for so long we can hardly make this out.
Although I have massive sympathy with notions that ‘selfishness’ is at the root of our problems (Banksidebabble writ large if you like), I also know that ‘virtue ethics’ is not the answer. This form of thinking did not help Plato, his memory-invention Socrates or even the admirable John Locke get past slavery. Indeed, one thing evident in much ‘clever thinking’ can be just how smug it turns out to be. Plato imagines ‘Guardians’ rather like himself, Spinoza makes out a politics aimed at defending people rather like himself and some donkey-professor of happiness tales his £70K for years, only to pronounce that being more happy leads to happiness.
My partner is just introducing our new puppy to the cats. There are arguments we should not keep the animals given global warming and human squalor elsewhere. I expect a treatise from the cats soon! We have our foibles. We need simple answers to our human problems, yet the first stage of this, if we are not content with shooting all those of promoted rank across our society, will be unraveling the complex myths and idiocy of current society. I will start buying the Grauniad again – though any reading will be secondary top its use in pup-potty training.