The Freedom of Freedom

I like to think that most people would want to live in a world in which individuals are free from the persecution of others, and live in peace. I like to think that freedom of expression is a tool for creativity out of which beautiful art, music, literature, and personal development are encouraged. I like to think that individuals wish to use freedom of expression for the advancement of science, technology, and the seeking of the greater truths. Sadly, it appears that instead of these things, freedom of expression is a tool used as an excuse for quite the opposite behaviours.

In recent days, weeks, and months, one can perceive an enormous surge in groups for whom freedom of expression has been wielded as a weapon in order to advance the march towards a puritanical, anti-diversity, dogmatic pursuit of racial, sexual, and personal (small ‘c’) conservatism. In the complete abandonment of the scientific rationality that our ancestors wrestled from the grips of the Churches, we have stumbled drunkenly towards an era in which the phrase, ‘I don’t want to believe that and therefore I am right,’ appears to be an unstoppable force. We can observe it when our doctors and scientists recommend the simple act of wearing a face mask to stop the spread of a global pandemic are belittled, and crowds of angry people wilfully ignore them whilst picking up their latest capitalist necessities. We see it in the scorn meted out whenever global warming is brought up in conversation, and vast corporations do all in their power to denounce what is almost universally accepted as fact by the scientific community. And we see it in a million everyday acts that ignore the injustices imposed upon downtrodden communities across our planet that we are relentlessly assured our capitalism machinery will one day lift out of poverty and oppression, in spite of never actually doing so.

But there is an irony in the latest wave of conservative (again, small ‘c’) rhetoric about freedom of expression that makess the current crop of foaming-at-the-mouth truth-avoiders look so deliciously silly. To explore this, I will refer to the open letter signed by a number of high-profile individuals, including JK Rowling, Salmond Rushdie, and Margaret Atwood. There is no need here to discuss the strange beliefs of some of these individuals that have led them to endorsing the message of this letter. That is for another article. But the nature of the letter itself is what will be called into question.

The letter suggests that, ‘the free exchange of information and ideas, the lifeblood of a liberal society, is daily becoming more constricted.’ It goes on to suggest that ‘cancel culture’ is obliterating creativity and making content-creators more risk-averse. It is a scathing indictment of those who do not agree with the viewpoints and opinions of those who have undersigned it. But therein lies a colossal irony that they appear to have missed.

Whilst freedom of expression is a concept that we should strive for, in no way does this suggest that individuals are required to agree. Opinions are not protected, and nowhere does it say that they must be listened to. There is no provision to force individuals to listen to something with which they don’t agree, and there is no prerequisite that content must be consumed or transmitted. Freedom of expression works both ways; you are free to air your opinion, but that does not mean that anybody has to listen to it, agree with it, package it up and ship it for resale. If you wish to deify your own belief system, you simply cannot expect that others will promote it. You are on your own.

If you find yourself at the receiving end of the so-called ‘cancel-culture’, that is simply freedom of expression working both ways. If you find your controversial opinions ignored, that is sad for you, but it is simply the system that you are desperately trying to skew in your own favour working on its own. Your words and beliefs are not guaranteed protection, or a platform for distribution, and you at the whim of the prevailing zeitgeist just like everybody else. If you find your beliefs making you an outsider, then that is the very process of the freedom of expression that you claim to hold dear.

In a world where we are closer than ever to our fellow human beings thanks to the wonders of technology that the scientists who are currently under threat have created, every opinion and belief now has a platform on which to be shared. But this does not mean that people must automatically listen. Fortunately, diversity, equality, and difference, are all things that the vast majority now celebrate. If you wish to fight against that, you have your mountain from which to shout. But should people move out of the range of your voice, you must realise that this is simply their method of asserting their own freedom of expression.

At the Bottom of Hadrian’s Garden

Everybody in Britain is aware of that long ribbon of rock that stretches 73 miles from the east to the west coast, dividing the border of England and Scotland. Except that it doesn’t really divide the border – being somewhat to the south of the modern-day line on a map. Everybody has seen pictures of the majestic and impenetrable curtain wall, standing many metres high, and crowned by imposing crenellations from behind which, Roman soldiers would fire their arrows at those pesky oncoming barbarians. Except that all that remains of the wall are foundations, and some well-made replicas. And everybody knows that it provided an impregnable stone barrier, protecting Roman interests to its south. Except that large parts were actually nothing more than turf mounds a couple of metres high. There are a lot of myths and legends associated with Hadrian’s Wall, but it is safe to say that the placement of such a unique structure within the Roman Empire has given those living on these islands an over-inflated impression of the importance that they had within the vast imperial domain.

Strangely, one fact that is little recognised outside of the history community is that historians and archaeologists really don’t know what this cast construction project was actually for. This might seem strange, but do stick with me.

The most obvious suggestion is that Hadrian’s Wall is a defensive installation, as noted above, to keep out barbarian incursions from the north. But there are several issues with this assumption. Firstly, many parts of the wall were downgraded during the construction process to be much thinner and shorter than the original plans, reducing its defensive capabilities. Furthermore, as mentioned above, stretches of it were only a couple of metres high and built from turf. Hardly the material of an impregnable barrier. Secondly, along the 73 miles of its length, there are no fewer than 80 milecastles, and 17 forts, each with gates for passage through. That is significantly porous for something intended to keep people out, and quite simply put, would be phenomenally inefficient by Roman standards.

With that in mind, it is often suggested that the Wall was a mechanism for controlling access and egress to and from the Empire, which is a fairly sensible suggestion. Particularly as the Romans loved to impose taxes upon goods entering and exiting their Empire. But that is only until you observe the placement of many of those gates. They occupy the most baffling positions with some on the tops of hills, and others adjacent to vertical cliffs. This does make one wonder whether those planning the wall knew, or indeed cared, where they were to be placed, or if they were simply following the edict of the Emperor who commissioned its construction. This would be much like the legend of the Tsar’s finger and the Trans-Siberian railway, in which Tsar Nicholas I was said to have drawn a line across his Empire with a pencil and a ruler to show where he wanted the route, but his finger caused a bump in the line. The designers, fearful of reprisal, dared not question this mistake and so it was included as per the Tsar’s faulty drawing. Perhaps Hadrian simply declared that he wanted a fort every mile, and the engineers simply followed his word to the letter, regardless of context. Even so, this does somewhat undermine the idea that the Wall was intended as some kind of official border control mechanism.

Historians also consider the context of the Roman Empire during this time to try to seek an explanation for the Wall. Hadrian’s predecessor, Trajan, had expanded the Empire to its greatest extent in 117 AD, and was respected as a military leader and conquered. Whilst Hadrian was similarly respected amongst his troops, his long reign was marked by considerable relative stability and peace both within the Empire, and at its borders. Yet he had inherited the same army that had spent the better part of a century wandering around Europe and conquering vast swathes of territory. This was no small band of fighters either, but an enormous and disciplined mass of just less than half a million men. It could hardly be justified to allow such a number to simply sit in camps, twiddling their fingers for decades on end. Plus, restless soldiers had in the past found new ways to occupy themselves by plotting military rebellions. It would be quite understandable if Hadrian had taken the strategic decision to keep the 15,000 or so men that are thought to have been required to construct the wall busy in the task of doing so. Furthermore, continuous maintenance and manning would have tied up thousands of otherwise idle solders for decades more.

Another thought is that the Wall was simply a demonstration to the unruly indigenous population of the northern British Isles – showing that the might of Rome could reach even into the furthest corners of its empire. Just like the White Tower in London let the Southerners know not to mess with William the Conquerer, would those under the yoke of Roman rule dare to threaten an imperialist machine that could create such an imposing structure of power in such a short period of time?

The reality is, we do not really know what Hadrian’s Wall was for. There is surprisingly little physical evidence to help us, other than to point us towards the superficial suggestions above, which are each problematic in themselves. Even more surprisingly, considering the enormous importance that is placed upon the Wall in British culture, and how it is used as a demonstration of the importance of the British Isles within the Roman Empire, it does not seem really to have registered with Romans of the period. In the entire body of Roman writing, there is only one singular piece of literary evidence that Hadrian had built the wall, and that resides within the notoriously unreliable Scriptores Historiae Augustae which post-dates the reign of Hadrian by a couple of centuries or so. Surely had it made an impact upon Roman minds of the day, reams of information would have been available on the subject.

My best guess is that Hadrian’s Wall is likely a little bit of everything mentioned above; it was a multi-purpose construction that could serve simultaneously as defensive barrier, border control, endless task for a restless army, and a signature of power to the locals. It may not have been perfect in any one of these functions, but if any civilisation understood the efficiency of using a single structure for a multitude of purposes, it would have been the Romans.


Pearls and Poverty in Elizabethan England

To the vast majority, the Elizabethan period means little more than fabulously dressed courtiers, exquisite jewellery, a queen with the most incredible hair, and giving the Spanish a bit of spanking when they got a bit too intimate with the South coast of England. For those a little better acquainted with the period, they might make note of its increased economic growth, prosperity, and the first tentative steps towards the creation of a colonial empire – all predicated upon state-sanctioned piracy of ships returning from the New World to the Old, attempting to head towards those same Spanish ports from which the infamous Armada set sail. The period is often cited as one of relative religious toleration, with Protestants and Catholics moving towards a detente although, of course, the extent to which that is the case is, in truth, limited.

But there is one aspect in which the Elizabethan period is considered to have paved the way towards the modern world; the assistance of the poor.

The 1601 Act for the Relief of the Poor, drew together a disparate set of prior legislation, and consolidated the idea that local parishes were required to provide alms, assistance, or work, to the destitute of their area. And this is often considered to demonstrate the care and maternal instinct of the mother of the nation. However, there are significant issues with considering this Act some kind of proto-socialism, and considering Elizabeth herself a kindly monarch for enacting it.

Firstly, the Act came in the final two years of the Queen’s life, and prior to it, a number of barbaric changes to the law were implemented that ensured the poor would have a genuinely miserable, and often violent existence. Henry VII had introduced a law in 1495 ordering those out of work and in poverty to be placed in the stocks for three days. Henry VIII raised the stakes to include a severe whipping. But the worst was yet to come. Elizabeth allowed a law to be passed in 1572 that required beggars to be burned through the ear for their first offence, and hanged for persistent poverty. Hardly the actions of a magnanimous ruler.

Admittedly, Elizabeth was the first monarch to legalise the distinction between the so-called ‘deserving poor’ and those who were able to work, and formalised assistance for the former group. However, the brutal punishment meted out to the latter group demonstrates that society was nowhere near an attempt to move towards social equality at that time.

The second issue is that the reasons behind why they were enacted demonstrates that there was no kindly intent in the Poor Laws. Quite aside from the Catholic hang-ups that still existed around alms-giving as part of the sacrament of penitence (which was a requirement if you wished to get to heaven), there were more terrestrial rationales.

Even 400 years ago, the wealthy recognised that people must be kept well-enough fed and sheltered to prevent crime; hungry people will steal to eat. It was a genuine concern of the day, amid a growing population and increasing unemployment, that there would be so many in poverty that they would band together in groups and form a substantial rebellion against the state. As it simply would not do to upset the social order in this way, a minimum quantity of resources was required to pacify the masses, keeping them docile enough to rule.

It was also believed that the poor were in and of themselves a cause of disease. In an age where it was believed that illness spread through miasma – bad smells – it is not difficult to imagine how this belief came about. Preventing widespread poverty was considered a way in which, to some extent, the spread of disease could be controlled.

By the time Queen Elizabeth I passed away in 1603, laws had been put in place that provided consistent assistance to those within society who were unable to care for themselves. But it was by no means a selfless act. And, whilst the Poor Laws continued to exist in some shape or form until their eventual and complete repeal in 1967, they can in no way be considered as a form of proto-socialism.


The Extraordinary Longevity of Age of Empires II

Around two years ago, I was routing through my cupboards and I happened upon something rare and exotic – almost archaic in nature. It had lain there unmoved and unloved most likely for a decade, without crossing my mind, perhaps awaiting the moment that it would finally be put out of its misery and deposited into the trash. It had acquired that matte appearance that ancient items often do, even when locked away in a dark, sealed place. Yet, still it possessed an intriguing lustre; its shine and glow called to me like a siren across a dark, calm sea. I had to respond; I was powerless to resist…

And so, with a sense of nervousness and trepidation, I carefully extracted this totem from its dark nook, and began to polish it in an attempt to restore it to its former glory. After some time, and some careful attention, it closely resembled its original reflective quality albeit with the inevitable scratches and chips inflicted upon it over time. I gave it one final cleanse with a dry cloth, and took it into my office to see if this magical and wondrous artefact could still weave its original magic.

It was at this point that I encountered my first problem. I had no device readily available with which I could pull this relic from the past back to life. But the hunt was on. After a few quick phone calls, I had in my possession the item that was so necessary for the functioning of the antique. Could this finally be the moment, after so many years, that I breathed new life in to his remnant of the past?

Well, if I’m honest, no. Windows 10 was not having any of it. Something, something, compatibility issues, something something, drivers. I have a few decent skills in life – some of which I’m quite proud of. But, to be fair, solving a problem like this is not one of them. I’m not a Windows person at the best of times, and sorting out the compatibility issues for a CD-based computer game from 1999 is beyond my ability and capacity to not throw the machine down the stairs. And with that in mind, I got back to digging in cupboards, and pulling out bits and pieces of this and that, and I found an old and wobbly Windows XP (god, those were the days) laptop that would be more than capable of playing Age of Empires II.

That intoxicating sound as the CD drive whirred up to full speed entered my ears, and the anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to bare. As the installation progress bar filled up, I started thinking about my gameplay. Which civilisation would I play as? Would I focus on economy or military? Would I go full trash units, or save up for gold units and upgrades? And finally, it was ready.

Oh, it was all just marvellous. Those glorious graphics, amazing sound effects, and intricate gameplay, had me hooked in minutes. I think that first day, I played for eight hours straight. Until about 3am. I had forgotten just how addictive this game was.

That first game, I played on Standard difficulty, but then began to ramp things up towards Hardest. I had forgotten what a challenge it was against the AI. But slowly and surely I improved, game upon game, and was consistently able to beat the hardest settings. My mind started wandering. I wondered, how on Earth can I continue enjoying this game, when I am able to beat the hardest settings. Where will the next challenge come from? Believe me, this led to the opening of a whole new can of worms.

I remembered that back in the day, there was an online community of enthusiasts who would put up with the appalling dial-up connection service to connect with Microsoft Gaming Zone. For those too young to remember dial-up, just think what it would be like to watch several 4K content streams simultaneously. Whilst your desk is on fire. And your house is on fire. Now imagine attempting to game on that. Anyhuu, I decided to go to ‘the Google’ and see if such a thing still existed in the speedy, broadband-driven world of 2018.

Wow. What a revelation.

I was expecting, perhaps, a few beardy fellows, alongside a few nerds such as myself, propping up a niche community of enthusiasts. What I was not expecting were the following things; a brand new re-edit of the game with HD 1080 graphics, an enormous (and growing) online community in which people were still creating new content plug-ins, and tournaments watched by thousands of people, streamed live on Twitch, Mixer, etc., and millions of views of hundreds of thousands of videos on YouTube. How had all that passed me by?

Well, life, basically. Job, mortgage, bills, blah, blah, blah, had all meant that I’d barely had time to play computer games for years. Of course it had passed me by. But fast-forward just a little further, to the present day, and things have become even crazier.

In 2019, an even newer version of the game was released by Microsoft themselves, with 4K graphics, new quality-of-life features, (supposedly) improved game mechanics, new online gaming features; the list goes on. Yes, it is now shinier. And requires ridiculous hardware to power those 4K graphics. But in essence, the game is the same that was released in 1999. 21 years ago. And people are still playing, and even more crazy, watching other people play live – not only the high-level, amazing players, but middling, and lower skilled players too. There are Twitch channels that are some of the highest viewed on the whole platform. There are pro players who make a living from playing this game, winning tens of thousands of dollars in tornaments. I say again, this is a 21 year old game.

I don’t imagine there are many computer games from 1999 that can still claim to have such a hold on so many people. So why does this one continue to grow in popularity? How did it last at all?

I put it down to a few things. The first of which was its addictively complex gameplay. You could play this game for a decade and still not know all of its millions of permutations and complexities. I have watched pro players be given a tip on stream, and in spite of them being able to spank 99.99% of other opponents into next week, they might have had no idea about that one specific facet. I have seen this change their entire approach to gameplay, in spite of their already godlike skills.

The second reason is that, even by modern standards, the original game was just so damned beautiful. Yes it had a low frame rate, and was restricted by the screen resolutions of the day, but it still holds up.

Thirdly, it appeals to any and every skill level of player. You can pick it up and dabble about, having some fun and being all overlordy with your new civilisation, before crushing your enemies. You can play SimCity-style, and just create the prettiest town possible. Or you can be a micro-god, and use a single unit to mop up an entire advancing army. If you’re skilled and practiced enough. Which lets be fair, most people are not.

But I don’t think any of these are the single reason. I think it is something of a magical combination of a game that is just plain fun, with a dash of random chance that can be overcome by skill, coupled with the fact that there is no ‘completion’ of the game; there is always another challenge, or another random map to play, or a new strategy that you have just thought of to try. It is endless.

I wonder if those ancient programmers way back in the depths of 1999 had even the tiniest amount of an idea that the masterpiece they created would still be played all this time later?


Starving the Trolls…

Whenever one writes about a controversial moment in history, particularly something that asks the reader to reframe the subject and reconsider their own world-view, it is likely that in sticking your head above the parapet you will put it in significant danger.

This page, and the posts on it, will never shy away from discussing difficult or controversial issues. It will readily engage in meaningful debate about subjects. However, what it will not do is engage with trollish content. It will simply be deleted.

Why will I respond in that way? Well, there is a difference between a person who wishes to engage in constructive debate, and one who simply desires an audience at whom they can launch extremist views. It is easy to tell the difference. The first will stay on topic, offering valid historical/social/political points that are relevant to the subject matter. The second will reframe the debate, dragging it towards something only tenuously linked with the original content, and start shouting from atop their own mountain. The first is flexible of mind. The second demands to hear only what reflects inside their own echo-chamber. I genuinely welcome the first type of person with open arms – it can lead to teachable moments in both directions. However, there is simply no point in engaging with the latter type of person; their fixed mindset is incapable of accepting a different perspective.

The second type of person does not add anything of value to my, or your, experience. They will simply post the same thing repeatedly, until it has either reached the point of reductio ad absurdum, somebody gives up, or has moved so far from the original subject matter that it becomes unrecognisable. At this point, they go away happy that they have won their small victory by being inflexible and unmoving. It takes away from the nuance and complexity of a difficult subject, reducing it to a binary extreme; something that is rarely the reality.

There are plenty of places on the internet to espouse extremist views, but this is not one of them.

And so, consider whether you are person one or person two before posting here because, and I repeat, the latter type of person will simply have their post deleted.

The British and the Transatlantic Slave Trade

Whenever one engages a white British individual in dialogue about the Transatlantic slave trade, you are guaranteed to hear one or more of the standard, practiced responses that are surely by now an inbuilt part of the genetic make-up of the citizens of this United Kingdom. The first usually goes something like, ‘all European nations were engaged in the trade’. The second, ‘but it was Africans who were selling Africans to the Europeans’. And the third, almost invariably accompanied by a smug expression, ‘ah, but the British Empire abolished the slave trade’.

Whilst none of these are factually incorrect statements, they lack a fundamental comprehension of the context surrounding them that displays a terrifyingly wilful ignorance of reality from those who speak them. It is the context of those statements that will be addressed here.

It is true that slavery has existed since before we have the historical records to document it. Whilst there has been debate over the extent of their role in various historical events, such as the construction of the pyramids, it is fairly irrefutable that civilisation marched forward, built upon the backs of the oppressed, for several millennia. That is not to say that all slaves were treated equally; the Romans provide a number of examples of slaves who were in positions of great power throughout society, whilst simultaneously dishing out harsh treatment such as routine rape and torture of their human property.

Fast-forwarding to the early years of the European slave industry, and it was the Portuguese and Spanish who kicked things off by setting up trading posts on the west coast of Africa, and sending captured individuals to their colonies in South America. Not to be outdone, the Dutch, French, Italians, and pretty much any nation with the capacity to build ships got in on the game. The British were, of course, as usual a little late to the whole colonial-imperialism party, but they soon caught up on the action. It is thought that John Hawkins was the first Englishman to undertake a slave-trading voyage; from 1564 to 1569 it is estimated that he transported around 1100 Africans across the Atlantic. This might sounds like an enormous number, but it is a drop in the ocean compared to the five millions of individuals that Britain alone transported from Africa to the Americas, and an even smaller percentage when compared to the estimated twelve million total. Added to the 10-15% of those who died during passage and were unceremoniously dumped overboard, and the babies who were born into slavery, this is a truly staggering figure. There is no denying that most European countries played their part in adding individuals to this total, but Britain and Portugal alone are calculated to have been responsible for around 70% of this trade, with Britain transporting over eight hundred thousand slaves in a single 25-year period between 1751 and 1775. In fact, with impending abolition, in the twenty years prior to 1808, Britain sent more slaves across the Atlantic annually than any nation had done previously. This does not excuse the other European nations for their part in this barbaric system, but it certainly highlights the ridiculous nature of those who seek to downplay the role of the British in this heinous activity.

For those who look to the USA as a means of excusing the British role in the North Atlantic slave trade, their total number of transportations was ten times less than their former imperial masters.

On to the next point. And it will be brief.

Any person who enslaved another was complicit in the Transatlantic slave trade, be they white European, or Black African. However, most individuals, given the choice between more power and more wealth, or a musket shot in the back of the head, would choose the former over the latter. One is welcome to be an idealist about this, and say that those Africans who participated in the slave trade should have taken the musket shot instead (and I am sure some will have done), but I will not condemn a person for choosing life. Particularly when their place in the industry would simply have been filled by another person. The machine of slavery was driven by European supply-and-demand, financed by European wealth, and enforced by superiority and might of European weaponry. There is little that an individual African, or indeed an African nation, could have done at this point in their history to counter this. For proof, one must only look to other complex and developed civilisations, the Aztecs, the Inca, Mughal India, Imperial China, and see what happened to them when a European nation desired to impose its will.

So to our final point. The British Empire abolished the slave trade. And forgive the abandonment of professionalism for a paragraph or so.

Of all of the decontextualised tripe that is spouted about the British role in the Transatlantic Slave Trade, and its eventual end, this is one that causes my blood pressure to rise the most. Of course, for many, this is the direct result of their education; until relatively recently, anything and everything British-related was taught through a rose-tinted lens, and a whilstfull sadness, shrouded in a post-imperial malaise. The Empire did nothing but good. ‘We gave them the railways!’, or ‘but where would they have been without the British Empire?’ You get the point. The shiny, glossed-over horrors of multiple genocides, economic devastation, racism, brutality, and of course, slavery, are ignored in the delicious imagery of Britannia striding forward bringing peace and civilisation to the world. Our slave owners were surely gentlemen who lived their lives with a misty-eyed romanticism, on beautiful plantations, who fed, housed, and cared for their chattel property. Let us forget that slave-owners such as Thomas Thistlewood wrote gleefully in their diaries about the times that they punished their slaves by tying them down and, ‘shitting in their mouth’s’. Or taking a pregnant woman, fastening her belly-down upon a plank, lashing her until her bone showed through, and leaving her there in the Jamaican mid-day sun. Of course we want to ignore this; the British were too civilised for such behaviour. Except that they weren’t.

Which brings us around to our final quote; ‘ah, but the British Empire abolished the slave trade!’

Yes. There were two acts of parliament that brought about the end of the slave trade within the British Empire. In 1807, the trading of human beings was prohibited (though one was still permitted to continue owning slaves already in their possession), and in 1833, a second act was passed abolishing slavery altogether. Hurrah! Aren’t the Brits wonderful, and kind, and liberal, and all of those other lovely adjectives. Except for a couple of things.

Although it is right to say that there were various abolition movements, such as the Sugar Boycotts, prior to the 1807 act, they had relatively little affect upon the governments of the time. It wasn’t until the Act of Union in 1800, bringing 100 Irish MPs into the House of Commons to shift the balance in favour of abolition. Even then, it was no certainty. There was no moral will to see the practice of slavery come to an end. Instead, it was an economic argument that won the day. Ever since Adam Smith wrote his magnum opus, The Wealth of Nations, in 1776, the cumbersome mercantilist policies of the British Empire had come under question, and a desire to replace them with a laissez-faire style of governance had arrived, with the philosophy that minimal central intervention of the markets would provide the greatest opportunity for the greatest number of people to acquire the greatest amount of wealth. However, unwilling to abandon its symbol of imperial prestige – the Empire – entirely, Britain mashed up various political philosophies and spluttered into the nineteenth century not really sure what to do about the rest of the world. Laissez-faire required markets into which to sell manufactured goods, but of course we did not want to open up our borders to competition – that would be a disaster! Yet, there simply wasn’t an overseas market within the Empire big Enough to drive demand for manufactured products. In short, it was considered that there was more profit to be made in manufacturing goods and selling to an emancipated empire, than using free labour to create raw materials.

I’m sure you see where this is going.

It did not go unnoticed by a new class of capitalists, that around the Empire were thousands upon thousands of individuals who currently had no purchasing power; they were not a potential market for goods, because they had no money with which to buy them. However, if this unwaged population could be transformed into consumers within the Empire, all of the questions of how to implement laissez-faire, whilst retaining the Empire, would be resolved. The economic argument was persuasive, and as history shows, it did win out in the end. However, the ancient mercantilist system did not go away without a fight.

We must remember that all of this was occurring at a time when democracy was not defined by every person having the right to vote. It was restricted to the wealthy, land-owning classes. Almost exclusively men. So for those, predominately women, who had arranged abolitionist movements such as the Sugar Boycotts, they could not simply vote their way to seeing their goals come to fruition. To compound the issue, consider who, within Britain, might have owned slaves. Of course, it was those who had the right to vote. Nobody in their right mind would vote away their source of income, wealth, and power on the basis of, what was considered to be, a moral ambiguity at worst.

Yet, the old money had a problem; a new and emerging breed of capitalists. They had the wealth and land-holding to satisfy the conditions necessary to be granted the right to vote. And they wanted change. Alongside their new Irish allies within the House of Commons, they created a tipping-point within parliament, where any vote on the subject of slavery truly was in the balance. So how could they win their argument; how could they see their economic fantasies come to life? Well, they would appeal not to the hearts or minds of the old money, but to their pockets.

A truly monumental program of compensation was proposed for British slave-owners in order to bribe them into accepting abolition. And, for the most part, it worked. 1807 Act, 1833 Act, hey presto. Done and dusted. The story is over. In a manner of speaking. Many slave owners simply could not accept what was coming to pass. They petitioned the government, demanding additional cash in order to set their property free. There are detailed records of correspondence between individuals and the department set up to deal with compensation claims in which elderly widows pleaded their case to be given more money, because they simply could not cope without their slaves in the Caribbean providing them a source of income. It was ultimately a futile effort, as compensation was dealt with in a uniform manner, but it demonstrates the mindset of those who could not let go of their power. The compensation package was so monumentally huge that it accounted for a staggering 40% of the British Treasury’s entire annual income – the largest expenditure ever undertaken by a British government. To put this into context, it took Britain 61 years to pay off its Second World War debts. Yet it took 182 years to pay off its slavery compensation bill. Britain had to be bribed to the value of a debt that would take nearly two centuries to pay off in order to unwind itself from the brutality of its slave system. But we have still not reached the end of our story.

Britain may have been the first major empire to leave behind its slave trade, however it continued to profit enormously from the existing global system.

The powerhouse of the British industrial economy, Manchester’s Cottonopolis, still required raw materials. From whom would it purchase its raw materials? Our partner across the sea, the USA. Britain consumed vast quantities of raw materials from slave-owning nations in order to power its new capitalist economic machine. And although it nominally condemned nations for not following in its abolitionist footsteps, no real pressure was exerted upon others to follow suit. Indeed, when civil war broke out within the USA, the majority of wealthy British individuals supported the slave-owning Confederacy of Southern States, and trade with it continued unabated. Hardly the actions of a newly morally-enlightened people.

So, Britain can hardly be applauded for its role in abolishing slavery. But there is one final point that simply must be addressed before concluding.

To praise Britain for abolishing slavery is to ignore one absolutely crucial point; slavery is an evil practice. Therefore, to offer congratulatory applause is suggesting that something extraordinarily magnanimous took place. However, that simply is not the case. It was not ‘kind’ to free the slaves; it should be considered a basic behaviour. Yet there is an adulation reserved for the 1833 Act that is simply not deserved; we should surely focus solely on the cruel and barbaric activity that went before, and look upon 1833 as a return to what should be normality.

Any other way of perceiving British actions in relation to this system would be like, for instance, if a police officer had kneeled on the neck of an individual for eight minutes and forty six seconds, followed by a crowd applauding him for finally doing the right thing by removing it, two minutes after the individual had already suffocated to death.


Did the USA Really Lose the War in Vietnam?

There is no denying that from either side of the political fence, the War in Vietnam was a disaster for all involved. The USA lost so much political capital that it would take decades to regain its prestige in international relations, if indeed it ever did. The USSR angered its superpower rival to the extent that the USA spent the subsequent years building up a military force that would ultimately lead to the bankruptcy of the communist bloc. And for the Vietnamese, so much blood was shed on both sides of the 17th parallel that the scars of the conflict will be felt possibly for centuries.

The USA withdrew its last troops from Vietnam in a stunning capitulation on the 29th and 30th of April, 1975. During this action, its people were helicoptered from the rooftops of buildings whilst the army of North Vietnam entered the city of Saigon. Civilians and military personnel alike were unceremoniously dumped on naval vessels, whilst helicopters and military equipment were dumped overboard to ensure enough space. This was hardly a Dunkirk-style evacuation; even the USA were unable to draw positive political propaganda from this failure.

The war was marked by numerous horrific actions from both sides, from the capture and torture of US airmen and soldiers, to the massacres of civilians by the US army. Towns were wholly destroyed, and ancient tropical jungle subjected to chemical defoliation agents that turned lush, green scenery into desert land, and in turn causing a generation of Vietnamese children to suffer lives plagued by painful birth defects. There is no denying the grotesque nature of what took place during those years.

Yet, for all of the action and counter-action, the question has to be raised as to whether or not the USA really lost the war in Vietnam. In order to answer that question, one must first consider one crucial thing; what was the USA’s objective, and was it achieved?

In the mid-1950s, a particularly virulent and extreme form of capitalist fervour had swept the USA under the name of McCarthyism. The premise was simple; capitalism very very good, communism very very bad. At its height, it was not vastly different to the Salem Witch Trials, in that people were accused of supporting, favouring, or even just sympathising with communist or socialist principles, and were turned into social pariahs at best, or incarcerated without evidence or trial at worst. Those accused of even the slightest socialist leanings were outcasts within their society – something which was frequently weaponised against foes. Is a political rival becoming too popular? They are a communist sympathiser. Neighbour annoying you? They have socialist tendencies. It was all so very ugly.

Whilst the reasons for the diametric opposition and incompatibility of the two political philosophies is deep, and most likely irreconcilable, I will not go into detail here (although it makes an interesting post for another day!). Suffice to say, it must simply be accepted that each side saw the other as the devil – as evil personified. And so imagine the horror in the minds of middle-Americans as they watched the formation of the Soviet bloc in Eastern Europe, and as China fell to communism, and as South East Asian countries slowly but surely revealed their leftist leanings. Imagine the fear and panic as a red wave swept slowly and inexorably across those nations, all the while the USSR was testing nuclear weapons far more powerful than the USA was capable of. In the minds of the public and politicians, something had to be done.

The first attempt to curb the spread of communism in the East was in Korea, and led to a conflict that was every bit as brutal and deadly as the Second World War. The war ground down to a stalemate, and the ancient country of Korea was divided into two parts; the communist North, and the capitalist South. To the USA, this was a devastating loss.

Yet, not as devastating as seeing its neighbour, Cuba, fall to communism. Oh, the USA tried to prevent it by sending an overwhelming force. And the world expected the greatest economy and pinnacle superpower to steamroll the tiny island nation into acceding to its political will. So imagine the embarrassment when the USA failed in its primary objectives. Now multiply that by the chagrin when Cuba opened itself up to the placement of Soviet nuclear weapons on its soil.

The loss of diplomatic capital on the international stage was about as much as the USA could take, and be damned sure that the next nation daring to fly a red flag upon its capitol buildings would have unleashed upon it the wrath and fury of a nation whose wealth and military might totalled that of the rest of the world combined.

And that nation would be Vietnam.

The USA entered the war under the pretext of preventing the ‘Domino Theory’ – President Eisenhower’s belief that if Vietnam fell to communism, it wold not be long before Laos, Cambodia, Thailand, Burma, India, and Bangladesh would fall in quick succession. It was a relatively sound theory, after all, it is exactly what had happened in Eastern Europe only a handful of years previously.

So, when Ho Chi Minh sough the support of communist China and the USSR to gain its independence from the yoke of French colonial oppression, the USA decided it simply would not do. A political entanglement saw the USA first of all ditch its anti-imperialist ideology to support the French, then support a capitalist independence movement, then… well, it’s all a bit messy and could quite frankly be the subject of a many-volumed book series (and indeed it has). But suffice to say, the upshot is that the USA ended up supporting a puppet capitalist government based in the South of the nation, aiming to prevent the North from taking over the entire country under the banner of communism.

The primary goal of the USA was to prevent the spread of communism across South East Asia. And whilst its military muscle was entirely embarrassed by the resourceful guerrilla warfare tactics of the North, it has to be said that it did not fail in this goal. Whilst Vietnam would eventually fall to communism, of those other nations that were feared to turn left, only Vietnam and Laos are communist today. Cambodia had various flirtations with the ideology, and there is no denying that there is a strong socialist leaning in those other nations. But the fact remains that South East Asia is predominantly capitalist. So the USA, regardless of its numerous cock-ups (and there are hundreds, worthy again of a separate post) in the field, largely achieved its goal in the Vietnam War.

Why then does the world remember the Vietnam War as a loss for the Americans? Well, it is a simple answer. The actions of the USA during the decades of the war were at times utterly deplorable. It was a national embarrassment. Mass protests were held across the nation against the war, which even led to the killing US citizens on their own soil and at the hands of their own security forces. The US withdrawal was similarly a chapter in their history that they would prefer to forget; helicoptering scared individuals from rooftops is not an image of victory. It is not raising the flag on Iwo Jima; it provides no newspaper-friendly photographs, and it cannot be propagandised. But it must be accepted that neither embarrassment nor morally-questionable actions equate to a loss of war. After all, many of the actions taken under Churchill in the Second World War were morally reprehensible, yet it is not in doubt which side won.

Furthermore, it must be remembered that the war was not for the USA to either win or lose. It was, in essence, a civil war between the communist north and the capitalist south. The USA was merely a supporting party. Albeit, one who ran around-the-clock bombing missions against North Vietnamese targets, and fought at close quarters with the enemies of the South. It would be hard to argue that an external nation can either win or lose the civil war of another nation.

So. The USA did not lose the war in Vietnam; it achieved its wider goals in the long-term. However, it did lose something far greater; its perception of power, dominance, and impenetrability. Prior to the war, as noted above, the economic power of the USA was equal to that of the rest of the world combined. It’s military might was seen as an insurmountable force. Yet, by the time the war ended, it had lost both of these statuses leading to increased challenge from other parties across the globe.


The Flaw in the System

Recent global events have demonstrated that we live within a system that is simply not designed with any capacity for resilience. After only a brief pause in productivity, the entire mechanism of capitalism has been brought to its knees, and is begging to be rescued by the kind and generous people of nations in which its companies reside. At the direction of their governments, via taxation, of course.

The capitalist system is the ultimate in hypocrisy; simultaneously demanding of the population that they rely only upon themselves as sole provider, whilst requiring assistance when things do not go the way that any given corporation might intend. Over the last decade or so, we have seen bailouts for the automotive industry, banks, and insurers. Of course, there is a delicious irony in the idea that the hyper-capitalist banking industry has been the recipient of the greatest amount of public cash. It seems that in the most capitalist nations, where socialism is but a dirty word uttered only behind closed doors between individuals considered to be part of some kind of liberal conspiracy to destroy the planet, individuals are seen as social pariahs for seeking public assistance in bad times, yet companies may dip their hand in the public pot as and when required.

But back to recent global events.

The Great Productivity Pause (as I would like it to be known) has thrown the world travel industry into some kind of terminal downward spiral, and now governments are considering throwing billions at airlines in order to keep them afloat, and reopening hotels regardless of the Covid-19 threat level. What’s a few thousand additional deaths here and there if it ensures CEOs and shareholders receive their payments?

Most recently, the retail giant Intu has collapsed into administration, just as our government in the UK has decided that we should be encouraged to go out and spend, spend, spend in order to keep our wonderful capitalist economy going. We are assured of an economic bounce-back! Hurrah! Everything is going to be fine. Do not worry about a second wave of Covid-19; just make sure that our shops do not go bankrupt.

Intu is not a retailer itself, but an owner of large shopping complexes – temples of retail in which people sacrifice their paycheques upon the alter of useless trinkets. Yet, since the early 2000s slowdown, and the 2007 global recession, customers have been less faithful to their gods. Spending in retail stores has seen sharp declines, and in turn, the high rents they were able to pay in exchange for locations with heavy footfall has diminished. As such, the revenue potential for these giants of retail landlording has been equally suppressed, whilst their costs have remained. Therefore, haemorrhaging money, they have had no option other than to place themselves into administration.

Although this may seem like a recent problem, the economic slowdown that has resulted from the Covid-19 crisis is only a symptom of a much bigger problem. Capitalism itself.

The goal of capitalism is, as its name suggests, the acquisition of capital. This is done by producing goods and providing services to consumers, at a profit. This profit is used to produce more goods and provide more services to consumers, at a profit. This profit is used… you get the picture.

In order to create a profit, goods must be produced at the minimum possible cost, and sold at the maximum possible price. In the past, this system worked relatively well. However, with the advent of the industrial revolution, all that began to change. It has become less and less necessary to keep humans in the production loop. Goods produced by machines can be created at a far lower cost, far more consistently, and can be sold at a greater profit.

But isn’t this good for the consumer?

Well, for the short-termists, yes. But if you consider the greater consequences, you see that capitalism has a fundamental flaw when it comes to profit-maximisation. To explain this, we will consider a generic example.

A company produces kitchenware for the mass market. It sells lots of units and makes a great profit. However, a new machine comes along that is able to take the place of the humans in the factory who produce those plates and cups and dishes and other things. So, the business owner buys the machine and produces the same items at a lesser cost, selling them for the same price to the market. The business owner gets richer. Yay! Capitsalism is working.

But what about those workers who no longer have jobs? How do they access the market without the capital that they had previously earned from producing those kitchenware items? They must get another job elsewhere, either producing some other good, selling it, or providing a service. However, in reentering the labour market, they have increased the supply of labour, driving down the cost that they are able to charge for their service.

Repeat this across several companies, or several hundred companies, or several thousand companies, and you have replicated the situation within large and complex economies across the world. Labour costs are constantly driven down by increased supply until a significant portion of the population simply cannot afford the goods that are produced within the market of which they are a part.

So, you have a population that cannot afford the goods that are produced, so companies seek to drive down their production costs yet further, implementing further cost-cutting measures in order to drive their unit prices down. Yet this puts further individuals out of work and back into the labour supply, and the situation becomes gradually worse.

Eventually, a tipping-point is reached at which nobody can afford said goods, and the company is no longer selling units in order to make its profits. Where does it turn? To the government of its nation, who bails it out with public money. Where does this money come from? The public, via taxation. Or printing money. Both of which lead to the same devastating problem; inflation. And so the value of the capital owned by every person within the market is diminished. Not such an issue for those with plenty of spare capacity, but a potentially life-threatening problem for those on the edge of financial survival. And of course, as the supply of labour increases, and the cost of labour decreases, and the value of the money in circulation is reduced, more people are pushed towards that line of financial destitution.

Yet, we exist within this system, which self-protects at all costs. It continues to devalue money in order to perpetuate the inexorable march toward the endgame, at which the majority of people will no longer have the capital available to sustain the market.

So what does this have to do with Intu? Well, it is an example of what happens when the population does not have the capital to sustain the system around it. Managed protection of the system may delay the inevitable, but at some point in the future, the Intus of this world will become so numerous that systemic failure will become inevitable.


Did the British Empire actually exist?

We all know about the British Empire – that grand old institution responsible for colouring a quarter of the world map in pink, and providing a source of pride for those who love to stick one in the eye to the French, who never quite achieved the same level of global dominance and had to settle for second place in the pecking order. We have all read, heard, or watched programmes on how the British Empire industrialised the world, brought civilisation to undeveloped regions, and connected the globe with train tracks and telegraph lines. We know that Pax Britannica brought peace at the end of a battleship’s gun barrel, and that in its death-throws, the Empire provided a bulwark against the Nazi onslaught in Europe. Its legacy is evoked annually in an orgy of patriotism at the Last Night of the Proms, in which thousands of people who don’t really understand the Empire empty their lungs to sing about how the mighty power of the thirty four remaining British Naval attack vessels still hold the ability to protect citizens of the realm from hypersonic jet fighters, ICBMs, and nuclear weapons. Somewhat hopeful if you ask me, but a nice thought, nonetheless.

So, we all know that the British Empire existed. We learned about it in school, we read about it in textbooks, and we have watched television presenters run around excitedly like children who have eaten too much sugar talking hurriedly about ‘the events that shaped Britain’, or ‘the fifty greatest achievements of the British Empire’. We all know that the British Empire existed. But did it? Well, yes. But also no. And as I shall be arguing, slightly more no than yes.

To explore this subject, we will take a look at some of the key areas that may cast doubt on the entire existence of the British Empire. We will take a whistle-stop tour of some of the most important moments in its history and examine their validity in the grander narrative before taking a dive into the subject of what an empire actually is, and examine whether the British Empire satisfies analytical definitions. In summation we shall conclude whether or not the British Empire ever really existed, and consider if there is, perhaps, a better way to conceptualise it.

Before beginning, a very brief timeline of British history is useful to place the empire that we commonly speak of in its rightful place in the historical narrative. The first British Empire is not necessarily the one that you are thinking of, with its mighty ships and trading colonies spread around the world. Instead, it might well be attributed to the Roman military commander, Carausius, who instigated the very first Brexit back in 286 AD. Having split from Rome, he established a stable and peaceful realm spanning the length and breadth of the British Isles, complete with its own government and even mint. He appears to have been popular with the locals too, who took warmly to him after years of dissatisfaction with Roman rule. However, this first British Empire was not to last and in 293 AD, Carausius’s treasurer, Allectus, quite literally stabbed him in the back. Possessing neither the military nor the political skill of his former boss, Allectus saw the British Isles recaptured by Rome in 296 AD.

The next British Empire was the first with overseas reach. The Norman Empire, whose political power was consolidated in London in the decades following the 1066 conquest, had territory spanning from the Scottish borders to Italy, and as far afield as Antioch.

The Norman Empire would eventually evolve into the Angevin Empire, whose power could be equated to an expired battery and whose territory collapsed slowly and painfully like a badly conceived soufflé.

Which leads us to the roots of the British Empire that we all know and love.

It is a commonly ignored fact that centuries of failure preceded the establishment of the Empire. But our story really begins in 1497, when , in an attempt to emulate the success of the Spanish five years earlier, Henry the Seventh commissioned John Cabot to set sail in search of lands to settle. Ultimately his quest was unsuccessful, and no empire was founded. As was the case in 1578 when Martin Frobisher made similar attempts under the direction of Queen Elizabeth. In 1583, Sir Humphrey Hilbert was successful in founding the colony of St John’s in Newfoundland, but he and his companions were not fans of the cold, so only took up residence there in the summer. Roanoke was established in 1586, but the colonists mysteriously disappeared after one year. And Cuttyhunk was established in 1602, but abandoned after one month. Finally, on the 14th of May, 1607, after a one hundred and ten years of failed attempts under eight monarchs, Captain Christopher Newport founded Jamestown in what is modern day Virginia.
The following century was an entirely different story. Over fifty colonies, settlements, forts and trading posts were established, which surely demonstrates that the British Empire had arrived.

Except that, as those of us with healthy love of pedantry would point out, it hadn’t. Britain only lurched into existence in 1707 under the Act of Union, which tied together England and Scotland. No British Empire could exist prior to that point, because no political or national entity named Britain existed prior to that point. In fact, there is no commonly agreed nomenclature for the loose association of English possessions before 1707, and although the first, presumably aspirational, use of the term ‘British Empire’ appears to be in the mid seventeenth century, its usage did not significantly increase until the 1770s – right about the time that the debate about how Britain might best dispose of its expensive and unwieldy empire began.

Aha! You might think. But the British Empire did indeed exist from 1707 onwards, regardless of the technicalities of language!

Yes, that may be the case. However, the very construct of the Empire itself must be considered before allowing oneself to agree with that thought.

Much of the British empire was established through the grant of commercial charter and subsequent company rule. The most commonly known of these was the East India Company, which ran vast swathes of the Indian subcontinent between 1600 and its eventual collapse in 1874. However, the very first colony, Jamestown, was established itself by a company – the Virginia company. In fact, much of what became the Empire was gained following the establishment of territorial footholds by private companies, followed by subsequent emigration. And many territorial possessions would be held at arms-length throughout the existence of the Empire. Indeed, for the longest time, the greater part of the British Empire was only indirectly ruled, with a handful territories directly administered by the British government. This style of indirect rule could be compared with a school bully kindly offering to relieve a peer of their lunch money so that he did not have to give him a good beating; it is the projection of control, but it is not a genuine relationship. Yet, much as the size, longevity, and homogeneity of the British Empire has been greatly diminished by this avenue of argument, it still must be conceded that it did seem to exist from 1707 onwards.
If the start of the Empire seems convoluted, then its end is even messier. Suffice it to say that there are numerous arbitrary dates that one could stick a pin in as to its end point – the 1997 transfer of power in Hong Kong, or the end of British Rule in India in 1947, to name but two. However, after years of study into the subject I have accepted that the 1926 establishment of the Commonwealth provides the strongest claim to the end of the British Empire. Well, at very least the beginning of the end. Or the end of the beginning. In a nutshell, that those in the corridors of power had accepted by this point that the Empire had to be reorganised due to powerful economic arguments as to the advantages of laissez-faire and a generally disgruntled population, makes a compelling argument. That it stumbled on for a few more decades is, to me, largely irrelevant; after Mary had her head chopped off she kept blinking – that did not mean she was still alive.

So, 1707 to 1926, the British Empire existed. Hurrah! Two hundred and nineteen glorious years of Imperium Britannicum. If nothing else, we have put the claim that the British Empire did not exist to the test, and disproved it.

Or have we?

It would be more precise at this juncture to suggest that we have determined that an Empire existed with Britain in charge. But we have by no means confirmed what an empire actually is, much less whether the one we have been talking about was ruled by Britain. In order to do this, we must consult the fabulously pedantic scholarship of my hero, Alexander Motyl. And, should he ever come across this work, he must forgive my butchery of its intricate detail.

Motyl is an expert in the subject of what it means to call something an empire. Not for him was the suggestion that an empire is simply, ‘a collection of colonies ruled from the centre and separated by sea’, as many post-colonial American scholars have attempted to use in order to diminish the imperial mannerisms of the extant US state. First and foremost, as pointed out by Motyl, this would invalidate the claim that Austria-Hungary, due to its landlocked status, was an empire. Instead, Motyl defines an empire as peripheries connected to the metropole, where the metropole is able to project its political, economic, military, and cultural power upon the peripheries. It makes nothing of this being a formal arrangement, and accounts for the informal arrangement of empire as we have previously described. USA, take note. This definition of empire envisages it as in a hub-and-spokes arrangement, whereby everything flows through the central metropole, and there is limited interconnectivity between the peripheries. Of course, there will be some trade amongst them, and some cultural crossover. But the majority of interaction happens via the metropole.

Therefore, for the British Empire to exist in this capacity, it must pass four tests; did the political, economic, military, and cultural power flow via the metropole? Well, as tenuous as it might be given the informal arrangement of empire described earlier, political power certainly did flow from the periphery to the metropole. If anything, this is inextricably linked to the economic test in the case of the British Empire; private companies required royal permission or government mandate in order to pursue trade and establish colonies. The governor of Jamaica could not apply to the Viceroy of India for an adjustment to the laws there, everything had to be dealt with centrally. So one might well say that the political test is passed. Economically too, the metropole dominated global trade. The whole principle of the trading empire was to import raw materials to Britain, transform them into manufactured goods, and export them to the Empire at great profit. So without going in to vast amounts of detail, it is safe to say that the economic test is passed.

The military test is somewhat more complex. Although it was the government of the metropole that directed the majority of military action, the vast army of the East India Company and its successor, the British Raj, outnumbered that of the British Isles by quite some margin. So perhaps it might seem that the military test would not be passed. However, one must recall those flag-waving patriots at the Last Night of the Proms. It was not the terrestrial military that secured the military power of the British Empire – many European nations throughout the nineteenth century far outclassed the British with regards their ground armies. It was the Royal Navy, whose policy of maintaining a greater power than the two nearest rivals combined ensured the security of the Empire. As this projection of military power onto the periphery was at the direction of the metropole, we can say that the military test is passed.

The projection of cultural power from the metropole onto the periphery is a hugely complex topic – much more so than the other three tests. But if one considers the spread of only one aspect of British culture – the English language, then one can see the effects of cultural domination upon the Empire.
So, the British Empire passes the four tests of empirehood/empiredom/empiring…. Once again, hurrah! Yay! We can go back to waving our flags in celebratory ignorance of its negative side!

Or can we…?

We have without doubt confirmed that it existed between the years of 1707 and 1926 or there abouts, and we have confirmed that it passes the Motyl test of being an empire.
But we have yet to explore one key fact – possibly the most important of them all. Was the British Empire… the British Empire?

The Motyl tests are all well and good, but in the case of the British Empire, their use presupposes a monocultural homogeneity that simply does not exist with these British Isles. And it is that phenomenon that we must now explore.
Britain is infamous for its diversity, even prior to the incredible cultural and societal benefits brought about by modern immigration. For example, having recently moved from a big, metropolitan city to a village in rural South Yorkshire, I can barely recognise the language spoken by my neighbour as matching that spoken by myself. Indeed, when I first moved in, he informed another member of the local community that I must be, and I quote, ‘from somewhere abroad’, because I was such an alien entity to him.

It is this diversity that must be reconciled in relation to the British Empire to determine whether or not it really existed. Did the cotton merchant of Manchester, or the wool merchant of Leeds, or the ship builder of Glasgow, or the financier of London, all have the same agency to project their economic and cultural power upon the Empire? And if so, could they do so as part of one homogenous entity? Was Britain really the hub, and if not, what implications does that have for the existence of the British Empire?

Let us put the British Isles themselves to the Motyl tests; political, economic, military, and cultural.

Firstly, it is beyond doubt that the political power of Great Britain is, was, and pretty much always has been, centralised to within the geographic scope of a few streets in London. The regions of the nation have no power to negotiate with one another, and they have no right to grant one another new laws. Even the devolved governments of modern Britain have limited independent agency. Protests on every facet of political change invariably lead to London. Throughout history, even those protests whose mass gatherings happen elsewhere, such as the peasant’s revolt of 1381, result in petitions being delivered to within sight of the capital. On occasion, the government might engage in some kind of outreach program, sending the great and the good into the wilds of the provinces to pacify the locals, but this is never a great deal more than lip service.

It is a similar story economically. Of course, goods are manufactured, distributed, and exported from all regions of the nation. However, the permission to do so was and is granted by the government, situated in the capital. The laws that grant the right to trade spices in French Indochina, or place a special sticker on your electrical goods to say that they are fit for purpose are all created in the capital, and the laws governing the percentage of your profits you must hand over for the privilege of doing so are similarly centralised.
It goes without saying that almost every military decision undertaken by the British since the year dot has been taken by the government or crown, situated in the capital. Of course, the occasional civil war has broken out, but these are not the decisions of the nation or the empire, but individual choices that do not affect this argument.

Finally, on the subject of cultural power, although there has been a drive in recent years to diversify the creation centres away from London, it is clear where the cultural power of the nation truly lies. And this is not a modern phenomenon. Although Mendelssohn might have engaged in a jaunt across Britain in the 1820s and 30s, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, and any number of great artists, musicians and performers hit the capital and remained there without seeing beyond the city limits. If a rare museum piece is to be shown in the country, it will be in London. If a rock god is to play one show only in the UK, it will almost always be in London. If an up and coming young artists wants to make it, they move to London. As much as we regional folk would hate to admit it, London drives the cultural heart of the nation.

With this in mind, how can it be claimed that a person in Inverness, Newcastle, or Carlisle is, was, or has ever been any more a part of the metropole of a great empire than an individual from Port Royal, Boston, or Melbourne? They are each as separated from the power of the metropole as one another.

I began this exploration by stating that the British Empire existed, and it did not. But it didn’t more than it did. And in summary, I believe this remains true. An empire existed with a metropole located within the British Isles, but it was by no means a British Empire. Instead, it was the Empire of London. It was London, not Britain, that projected its political, economic, military, and cultural power to, at its greatest extent, a quarter of the worlds landmass and population. One might be tempted to argue that the Empire of London could not possibly be a real thing, because England is too small to constitute an empire in and of itself. However, this is to dismiss the Aztec Empire, which was less than half the land size of England, and the Ashanti Empire, less than a fifth the size of England, as non-existent. Landmass does not define empire – if that were the case, there are many modern nations that would be classified as such today.

An Empire of London could even be argued to have pre-existed the 1707 entity that has been under discussion by 638 years – the moment when William the Conqueror consolidated his power in the South by harrying the North.

In conclusion, the British Empire did not exist. But over the centuries, a great empire did rise up from within the British Isles to rule across the globe. But it has been alarmingly misnamed. The Empire of London has existed since at least 1069. And as a final thought, by all of the tests put forward as to what constitutes an empire, it still exists to this day.


The Truth Manipulation Syndrome

When Donald Trump was first elected president in 2016, most of us assumed that we knew what was about to happen; a buffoon of a man sat on a throne, elevated above his competency, with ludicrous policy decisions leading his fanbase to become gradually eroded as his aura and power faded slowly into the background. For all the disappointment of his victory, most were sure that he would be nothing more than a lame president, serving a few years in which he would get to live in a nice house and play with some new toys, before being evicted at the next election cycle, and things would quickly revert to the normal order of things. A president would be installed whose lies were subtle but visible enough to be acceptable, whose corruption stops at taking a few cheeky back-handlers, and whose policy decisions amounted to a bit of superficial tinkering around the edges – much in the way that democracy has functioned for the past few centuries or so. We would go back to moaning that nothing really changed, all the while being thankful that, after what we thought the Trump presidency would look like, that status quo would continue for decades more.

Although his four years started with the anticipated insanity, what with the border wall failing to materialise, and policy after policy being rejected, things soon became somewhat less amusing. It began with a series of events that, whilst serious, were easily reversible; banning individuals from entering the country, and detaining children in cages. These things, whilst horrendous for those on the receiving end, and tragic for those who suffered, would have required only a few marks on a piece of paper to undo by whoever was to be the next occupant of the White House.

And then things began to take a serious turn for the worse.

Trump began to transform himself from sitting president, to a quasi cult leader, appealing to any and every populist cry across his nation in order to bolster his failing polls and draw a following. He appealed to those poor, downtrodden minorities; racists, misogynists, homophobes, xenophobes, religious zealots of the Judeo-Christian flavour, and promised to them that whatever they so desired. Forget that he was, as a twice-divorced adulterer with a preference for foreign wives who immigrated under shady conditions, the antithesis of many of their beliefs. Yet this strange practice began to work. Those with outdated views of the world, who desired some fantasy of what the past was like, gravitated towards him as though he would cure all their ills, speak to all their fears, and heal all of their divisions.

As with the weeks after his election, this was all seen as something rather amusing by the free-thinking, liberal population across the globe. What they had failed to notice, however, were the dangerous seeds that Trump had sewn throughout the population. All of those mentions of ‘fake news’, ‘liberal agenda’, ‘lock her up’, ‘build the wall’, that were so derided, had so successfully cast doubt upon the traditional mechanisms of state that for a significant portion of the population, the only place they believed they could find truth was in the words of the leader himself.

But then began something very strange, and very terrifying. The words coming from the president were not those of denial, or the propagandising of events in his favour. Instead, he began to create his own truth.

Ridiculous claims were made – ‘windmills cause cancer’, ‘my approval ratings are the highest of any president’, ‘unemployment is at its lowest ever point’, ‘the economy is at its strongest point ever’, etc. etc. ad infinitum. We knew that this would be a feature of this president; he had espoused the Obama birthed conspiracy for years. Whilst this behaviour was relatively harmless, if annoying, to begin with, the claims slowly transformed into the downright dangerous. He, began claiming that the Covid-19 epidemic was under control, that they had discovered a cure, that there was a vaccine. People died through these lies, yet Trump would always find somebody else to blame. Either the scientists had given bad advice, the media had misrepresented his words, or the public had failed to understand him. It was the ultimate in gaslighting. It was easy to see the damage he had done to the public psyche. People in their millions ignored the advice of expert scientists and doctors, and paraded through the streets, ignoring social distancing measures that were supposed to keep them safe, and demanding, in spite of the tens of thousands who were dying, that businesses stayed open regardless of risk. Trump said it was safe, and people believed him. Trump said the economy must keep on moving, and his army of followers were ready to carry out his orders.

Yet as scary as this is, it pales in comparison to what has come since.

The large part of Trump’s success is the result of an image of himself crafted on social media, and the direct connection that this new-fangled technology allows him. No other political figure has quite so cannily understood how to manipulate the power of a new technology since, if we are honest about it, the 1930s. His social media following is as devout as that of any religious movement of cult practice, and they defend his each and every move rabidly, with thousands of individuals ready and willing to jump to his defence of even the most outlandish comments and claims; his words are held by this group as the ultimate truth in the world. And it is in this that the most alarming echos of the 1930s are heard.

Trump has encouraged his following to see the Second Amendment as not just optional, but compulsory. He has managed to convince them that political rivals are doing everything in their power to remove this right. As such, he has essentially created a quasi-private militia, willing not only to defend his honour upon the wilds of the internet, but out in the real world too. He has bypassed the traditional mechanisms of national peacekeeping, in order to create a body that would do his bidding at a single word. This state-within-a-state arrangement has, as noted above, already been the feature of a past state in the 1930s.

But the most alarming moment in the presidency of Donald Trump was the moment that the veil of civilised behaviour was finally lifted; the moment when in an advertisement placed on Facebook, he chose to use the imagery of the Nazi Party in order to suggest that those on the political left were a terrorist organisation. The red triangle, used as a symbol denoting that an individual was a political dissident under the Nazi regime, is one of many that they used in order to categorise the enemies of state. For Trump to use it was unforgivable; either is was used knowingly and he has unveiled his true political goals, or it was used unknowingly in which case he is simply not responsible enough to be in such a position of power.

One might think that this glimpse beneath the mask might have turned people away from Trump, but instead, his online army has been out in force to validate his comments.

Facebook, taking action against the president for the first time, accepted that the use of Nazi symbolism was a form of hate-speech, and dutifully removed traces of it from their platform. However, the damage had already been done. Every person in the connected world knew what had happened, and everybody either sided with the president, or reacted with revulsion to his actions.

Yet, I suspect that this was simply a toe-in-the-water for the president, in order to gauge what public reaction to such overtly brazen displays of fascist symbolism would be. As his followers reacted positively towards it, I don’t think it will be the last time such an approach is taken.

We shall wait and see…