I once heard someone say it’s a shame that Fred Perry didn’t
win more Grand Slams in tennis. Pretty
inarguable, I thought. Then I looked up
what Perry got up to after his final major, the 1936 US Open (or the US
Championships, as it was called then).
It turned out he didn’t drop off the face of the earth. He simply turned pro. Although if you listen to some people, he may
as well have vanished.
The nature
and chronology of the drives towards professionalisation vary from sport to
sport, and it doesn’t do to enumerate them all here, because as much as I’d
love to give you the lowdown on Fred Perry’s career using my newly-acquired
knowledge, tennis isn’t really what I want to talk about. But to be brief: football in Britain became
professional at its highest level as early as the late nineteenth century;
professionals were finally allowed to play in the tennis majors in 1968,
merging the championship lineage of the new ‘Opens’ with that of the old
amateur-only tournaments and thus consigning much of Fred Perry’s career, and
that of Pancho Gonzales, the top professional player of the 60s, to the status
of historical curio rather than canonical glory. Rugby union held out until 1995. Slowly but surely, the amateur ideal is
receding into the past.
In his wonderful
book, What Sport Tells Us About Life,
the former Kent cricket captain and sometime Test batsman Ed Smith identifies a
reversal in the valences ascribed to the terms ‘amateur’ and
‘professional’. Traditionally, it was
considered grubby to earn, expect or demand money for playing sport, whereas
amateur status conferred nobility and honour; you played not because you wanted
to be rewarded, but because you loved the game.
Nowadays, if a team is poorly organised, lazy and/or unskilled they are
said to be ‘amateurish’. Conversely,
‘professional’ signifies praise. You got
your heads down, worked hard, played your designated role and came away with
the win you wanted. The only sport in
which amateurs still enjoy more glory and respect than professionals is
wrestling, and one could argue that amateur and professional wrestling are so
different as to render any comparison redundant.
Increasingly,
politics is becoming an arena in which ‘professional’ is a dirty word. In one sense this is nothing new. It used to be that MPs comprised a phalanx of
wealthy lords and landowners, who entered politics not because they desired to
gain further riches but because of a fervour for public service. Admittedly noble, but with the effect of
excluding less well-off would-be politicians from this service. Thankfully this changed in 1911, and politics
became a profession with commensurate remuneration. But I’ve noticed the amateur ideal
re-emerging in recent years. To give one
example, in the general election earlier this year I received a leaflet from my
local Conservative candidate (God bless him for thinking I would ever vote for
the swine). It listed his career
achievements, his policies for the local area and, of course, a big ol’ picture
of his mug. And, with a depressing
inevitability, it was adorned with the phrase ‘I’m not a professional
politician’. You see this more and more
these days. There is a segment of the
electorate with whom this sort of claim plays well. But, as Samuel Beckett might have said, not
I. When I saw the words ‘I’m not a
professional politician’, all I thought to myself was, ‘Oh, ok. I…kind of wish you were’. My local MP is Labour’s Ben Bradshaw, who has
held the seat since 1997. You could call
him a professional politician, for sure.
But, just as you might praise Chelsea (though increasingly infrequently
these days) for being ‘professional’ in grinding out a 1-0 win on the
proverbial wet Wednesday night in Stoke, Ben Bradshaw is great at his
profession. A model professional, if you
will. He was Culture Secretary between
2009 and 2010, as the Gordon Brown government spluttered to a rattling halt
like a dodgy Zafira. He was a candidate
for Deputy Leader of the party (coming last in the ballot, admittedly). He’s turned what used to be a safe Tory seat
into a little red stronghold in the predominantly blue South West. Ben Bradshaw is a professional
politician. But that doesn’t make me
dislike him. Rather, it gives him a
track record that makes me far more likely to vote for him than some
Conservative tyro who thinks that the amateur ideal can hold sway in
contemporary politics. Yet sadly,
Tory-boy may be right in the long run.
It’s
profoundly ridiculous when you think about it.
Politics must be the only profession in the world where applicants
proudly trumpet their lack of experience in order to try and get a job. This would never happen elsewhere. No prospective corporate executive would open
an interview by saying ‘You don’t know me from Adam and I don’t know the first
shitting thing about loss adjustment, but god damn it, I’m really enthusiastic
and I reckon I’d do well’. Wanting
something isn’t a qualification. To
return briefly to sport, I play in goal for a 6-a-side football team. I’m not great, but I try hard and I do a more
skilful job than most people would. Now
imagine that I call Roy Hodgson, tell him that Joe Hart’s been a bit rubbish
recently and that I would do better as England keeper. Roy, being the intelligent and fair-minded
gent that he is, would lend me a receptive ear and tell me to state my
case. I’m hardly going to tell him,
‘Well, I’m not a professional footballer’. If I wanted to get over my exile from
international football by setting up a company with a large loan, I’m not going
to tell the nice lady at HSBC that I’m a rank amateur in the business
world. And if I injure myself in an
attempt to prove that bastard Hodgson wrong, and the Tories have achieved their
wet dream of privatising the NHS using the same amateur-ideal logic they’ve
used with regard to education, which holds that any old fucker can set up a
school, if the man in the white coat tells me, ‘I’m not a professional surgeon’, I’m out of there as fast as my knackered
legs can carry me.
Staying
with business and surgery, let’s turn back to politics, and to America, because
it’s across the pond that the worrying imbrication of politics and the amateur
ideal is emerging most vividly. The
clown car of candidates that is the Republican Party presidential primaries
comprises a cavalcade of professional politicians. State governors, congressmen, senators. And who are the two most popular runners, and
by a long way to boot? Donald Trump and
Ben Carson. An entrepreneur and a
neurosurgeon.
I’ll start
with the Donald. I hesitate to call his
candidacy ‘anti-political’ as some pundits have done, because he was an
intensely political figure long before he officially announced his intention to
run for the Oval Office.
‘Anti-establishment’ is perhaps more accurate. His supporters point to his record of success
in business, charitably ignoring his multiple bankruptcies, as proof that he’s
got what it takes to lead the country.
He shoots from the hip, they say when he calls Mexicans rapists or
patronises women, because they’re largely the sort of people who perceive
shooting as glorious rather than a terrible last resort. He brings new ideas, and sees politics with
the eyes of an outsider. He’s an
amateur. He’s never held elected office. But that doesn’t seem to have harmed his
standing in the polls. In fact, it’s
proved a distinct advantage. Republican
voters have become so virulently opposed not just to the right-wing mainstream
but to the very idea of government, that they view public service as a black
mark against Jeb Bush, or Ted Cruz, or Rand Paul. If you want to be President, the less
experience you have the better.
Which
brings me to Ben Carson, Trump’s closest rival at present. Whatever you think of Trump, at least he
possesses a business acumen (of a sort) which may help him negotiate the
corridors of power, and his wealth limits the extent to which he will be
beholden to corporate interests in the unlikely event of his taking
office. Carson doesn’t even have
that. Now, before I gleefully rip him to
shreds I’m going to speak up for Ben Carson, which I am not generally wont to
do. He’s retired now, but when he was a
neurosurgeon he was by all accounts superb at his job. He saved countless lives, many of them
children. Well done to him,
sincerely. Does this qualify him to be
President of the United States? Not a
fucking bit.
Here’s how
Ben Carson got into politics, in case you’re unaware. Every year there’s an event in America called
the National Prayer Breakfast, in which numerous faith leaders get together
with the President, say a few words to, and about, the god of their choice, and
enjoy pancakes in a contemplative setting.
In 2013 Carson appeared at this shindig, speaking on behalf of the
Seventh Day Adventist community.
Breaking from the convention that the Prayer Breakfast was to be
apolitical, he launched an attack on Barack Obama, with specific reference to
his socialised healthcare policy. This
brought him to national fame, and led a group of conservative Christians,
delighted that someone was finally brave enough to speak up for the interests
of this marginalised, oppressed group, began a ‘Draft Carson’ campaign to
encourage him to run for President. He
did, and here we are.
Ben
Carson’s even more of a political amateur than Donald Trump. If Trump’s the journeyman non-league
footballer who used to be on the books at Aston Villa, Carson’s the fat bloke
who plays centre back for your local pub team.
He’s never run a political campaign, he’s never served in the Senate,
Congress, or as relatively minor a legislative body as a State Senate. He’s never even been mayor of the tiniest
tinpot small town. His principal
qualification for office is that he’s a conservative Christian in the public
eye, a prominence engendered by his rather ill-mannered willingness to
politicise what was meant to be a reflective spiritual gathering. That’s all.
So he was a world-leading neurosurgeon.
Irrelevant. So he has an
inspiring (if gradually unravelling) personal story about how faith in God
saved him from a life of crime and violence. Irrelevant.
His popularity is doubly puzzling when you consider that there are
numerous candidates in the race who believe much the same retrograde Christian
wank about abortion, homosexuality and Islam.
Ah, but of course. They’re
professional politicians.
I’m not
saying that you should always go for the continuity candidate. Some governments and MPs become complacent
over time. They may need turfing out. And the political system as it stands is
fundamentally broken. New people and new
ideas can shake it up. All I’m asking is
that you refrain from blind faith that political outsiders are inevitably going
to do a better job than professional politicians. Quite often that simply isn’t the case. Blanket condemnation of currently serving
politicians, as we saw during the expenses scandal, is misguided and frankly
dangerous, because it creates a space in which extremist neophytes with little
political acumen can thrive. Look at
UKIP in Britain, the Front National in France, Golden Dawn in Greece. Look at Donald Trump and Ben Carson, who are
currently benefiting from Republicans’ disenchantment with their party machine. We cannot follow these Republicans in
becoming a nation of people who somehow see experience as an automatic negative
trait in our politicians. And at the
same time, we must have the courage to accept new blood when it is able to
demonstrate, in detail, its competence to govern. Take each candidate as you find them, not
with respect to their life story or their relative imbrication with political
apparatuses but because of their policies and ideas, because of the job you
think they’ll do. Leave the amateur
ideal in the nineteenth century. Where
it belongs.
Hey George,
ReplyDeleteI think I'd disagree with you for two reasons. Firstly, unlike sport, it's important the political body is reflective of wider society as it imposes laws on wider society. One of the greatest dangers to politics is the "Brahminisation" of political systems. To draw a literary analogy, if you think of the Bloomsbury Group, you had an art group which was dubbed a "cultural phenomenon", yet had only one decent author (Woolf). Would Duncan Grant's or Vanessa Bell's paintings be rated outside of this group and the cultural backing of a rich economist (Keynes)? Can you imagine an honest appraisal of Grant's paintings by Keynes (who had previously been his boyfriend)? Heaven forbid honest acceptance of internal or external criticism.
What we saw under Nu-Labour in the UK was the same, a class of cliquey London professionals implementing a top-down style of governance on the rest of the country with disastrous consequences. The Brahmins did not care about the Dalits on their sink estates, as long as they, as they had since time immemorial, showed up on voting day to vote red.
A second point is that, people with external experience in law, in commerce, in healthcare have a crucial difference to the Brahmins. They are not dependent on the party for their income. They are freer to speak their mind, in the knowledge if they are kicked out of the party, they can go back to their profession. Odious Trump may return to his property empire, Farage to his stockbroking and Carson to his practice.
This is terrifying to the main parties and media, just as the Medieval Church in Italy was terrified of the emerging merchant class. The idea of people who are not dependent on the existing power structure for their bread and butter reduces the importance of existing power structures and decades-long media relationships. The media and existing politicians have done their best to portray these challengers like Corbyn, Farage etc. as idiots just as the Church liked to portray merchants as corrupt and venal. Sadly some of these indictments would not look out of place on the other side of the equation.
So to conclude, given the widespread disillusionment with, and failure of professional politics in recent years, I welcome the challenge of the amateurs to the political profession. Let us hope that the words of that old Whig tract are true- "Vox populi, vox dei!"