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Analysis of UKIP's bedrock support shows that the desire to get out of the European Union is only one — and not the most important — of the factors behind its success. Immigration is a more significant issue. Mass immigration has disrupted the lives of individuals and communities, and they resent it. The economy, too, is important. Predominantly working-class, male, white English people — from among whom UKIP enjoys strongest support — resent the loss of solid, well-paid, quite technically demanding jobs, in favour of poorly paid, part-time, non-skilled employment. The state of the NHS and public services are bugbears, because of remoteness, shoddy standards, indifference, and because private health, like private education, is still far beyond the means of ordinary people. There is a deep and bitter well of resentment among the aspirational working class and the lower middle class, what Margaret Thatcher called "our people", who have fallen out of love with the Conservative Party, and are increasingly out of sorts with much of modern Britain. In this, they are not alone. To regard contemporary modernity as profoundly repulsive is by no means proof of diminished intellect, but arguably of heightened sensibility. The politics of protest may not be an effective response, but it makes us feel better.

At about the same time as Cameron spoke about "fruitcakes", he also described UKIP as "the stop the world I want to get off party". This was unwittingly insightful. It was not an original thought. (Although not stupid, Cameron has probably not had an original thought in his life, which makes him rather conservative, though not in a good way.) He was echoing what, for example, Michael Gove had written in The Times in October 2002 during that year's Conservative Party conference. After praising the then party chairman, Theresa May's disastrous "nasty party" speech, Gove urged that the party cease to be "a shelter for those uncomfortable with the modern world" and suggested that "Tories who want to stick to the past, with their prejudices to keep them warm, are made uncomfortable". He should be satisfied. Those Tories became so uncomfortable that they left altogether.

The young Tory modernisers wouldn't have minded, though they may do now. This is because they were at war not solely with what they thought — in some cases rightly, in others not — were the inadequacies of the Conservative Party. Of more significance was their wider animus against traditional behaviour, ingrained beliefs and unreformed institutions. Their aim, throughout, was to modernise not just the Conservative Party but Britain, and the goal in both cases was to eliminate the hold that conservatism with a small "c" enjoyed.

The culmination of that long campaign was the recent measure to legalise same-sex marriage. Those who imagine that its sudden emergence on the government's agenda was the result of tactical blundering are mistaken. Cameron doubtless regrets the consequences, not least the nationwide flight of traditional-minded Tories to UKIP. But the measure itself, as a symbol of the social and cultural upheaval that modernisers — both in the Conservative Party and in the Church, incidentally — have planned for decades, was perceptively chosen as a weapon to crack conservative skulls.

Britain is not a Christian country. Christianity is, essentially, faith in the Risen Lord, and by that definition most British people are not Christians. The use of "Christian" as an epithet to refer to anything else is a sloppy, even sinister, devaluation of the meaning. But Britain is still, in some respects, a conservative country. There are, of course, more separate, divergent traditions — national, cultural and religious — than there were in the past, and their ultimate political and social complementarity is questionable. But there is certainly a lot of conservatism. David Cameron's problem is that having radically alienated those conservatives who dwelt in his own party, he has few means left of drawing on the support of others. In this dilemma, opportunistic identification with the Church of England has little to offer him, and less still, be it said, to Anglicans.
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harderwijk
May 31st, 2014
9:05 AM
Standpoint A Christian country? Robin Harris. 31 May 2014. Mr Harris commits here what he himself in another context might well have called an act of brazen political bravery. Intimately familiar as he is with the machinations of Number 10, he presumes to stick his neck out by stating that “Christianity is, essentially, faith in the Risen Lord”. Is that it? An essential definition? For all time, world without end? If I might digress here, just for a moment. I believe the jury is still out on whether the traditional Inuit really do have quite so many distinct words for snow. Or whether a certain number of them have had good reason to develop rather more practically imaginative derivations than ours, of the equivalent words as are in common English use. As we speak. Much as one might do for words like Christianity. And, of course, tea. That quintessential beverage, infused by pouring boiling water over cured tea leaves, is perhaps the second most widely consumed refreshment in the world. Common enough, to be sure. And yet, at once notoriously ambiguous. To have tea? Try serving a really invigorating pot of cheer to the express satisfaction of a variously tempered company of no more than, shall we say, a dozen people. Precisely. Everyone particularly likes their tea, just so. How many leaves per cup? Fresh water or bottled? Minutes and seconds to draw? A suggestion of milk? Or a robust builder’s labourer’s brew? Lemon or sugar? Lumps or raw? Besides which, having tea can imply all manner of social connotations, involving choice of venue, precise time of the clock, stacked cup cakes or cucumber sandwiches. With or without the crusts? No poppy seeds. Or almonds, please. For which one dresses appropriately. In some places having tea plainly means sitting down to the main meal of the day. With or without the amber hot drink. Likewise your average Christianity. “If Britain is a not a Christian country, what is it? It is hard to say. But it is a leading question all the same.” I beg your pardon. Did you say, all the same? But, my dear chap, of course it’s a leading question. You might as well ask whether grotesquely inhumane behaviour can even be considered truly human. S/he that is without a skeleton or two in their closet … And all that. What? No. I don’t think the problem is that David Cameron’s public persona is particularly inept. I think it goes deeper than that. To me it’s more of a question of public perceptions. By which I mean the usual, strictly conventional, intended as eminently reassuring discourse that has always been traditionally articulated by all public figures, politicians, clergy, doctors, police officers, teachers, professors … And, of course, the media. So appropriate, my dear, in the days when the Sun never set etc. And all the evils of racism and slavery and such gross obscenities were conveniently somewhere else, over there. The public perception is not what people privately imagine they may really think, but what officially appointed spokespersons are seen to be permitted, and therefore naturally expected, to say. One might almost suspect Harris truly believes Christianity ought not be dragged quite so indecently through the slime, grime and vulgarity of everyday political discourse. That said, we may be forgiven for believing the dominant public perception was once much more coherently articulated than seems more recently to be the case. But that may largely be due to the way history is traditionally presented as a coherent ethnocentric narrative. While what people claim they vividly remember who were there and lived through the period in question is anything but coherent or understood in anything like the past completed, done and dusted, sense. That Britain is a Christian country has nothing much to do, I think, with any alleged individual religious, or for that matter political, experience. It’s an expedient play on words, understood as a national story, a script of the movie, as your grandchildren might one day see it. Nothing at all like how it really was for those who were there. And lived through it. A hundred or even fifty years ago, so the narrative goes, people might have easily accepted what was pronounced from the pulpit or in the House of Commons. It’s easy to imagine that the medieval church met with very little publicly articulated resistance, to say nothing of the incoherent murmurings in the taverns and behind the plough. But now, God help us, we have the Internet. The traditionally coherent national narrative is shouted down by all the raucous blogging, where nobody knows you’re a dog. Where the likes of Churchill and Hitler and Roosevelt would not have stood a chance. Would the Nazis have succeeded in 1933 under the current tempo of the 24/7 news cycle and the inexorable context of YouTube, FaceBook and Twitter? I doubt it. What we have now is democracy gone mad. This whole nobly benighted ideal of government of, by and for the people was never intended to involve every Tom, Dick and Henrietta. Of course it’s not a Christian country. It never was. What does it mean to be human? Can you tell me that? You can, I know. Anyone can. But try serving that up to a variously tempered company of no more than, shall we say, a dozen people. Not forgetting the elephant in the room, of course. Two lumps?

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