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James MacMillan explains why he hates the assumption that he is a liberal left-winger

I used to be on the Left — I joined the Young Communist League in 1974, when I was just 14. Part of the motivation behind this was no doubt to annoy my devoutly Catholic relatives, who were all Labour supporters, but anxious, to the point of distraction, about insiduous Marxist manoeuvrings in the unions and in the workplace. My grandfather was part of a Catholic rearguard action in the NUM in the 1930s and 40s to safeguard the union from a far-left takeover. He, and most of the politically active working class in places like Ayrshire throughout the 20th century, were old-style socialists. They tended, also, to be moral and cultural conservatives. There was a tradition among Irish descendants, but also in other communities throughout the country, of Roman and high-Anglo-Catholic orthodoxy that was also politically radical, favouring social justice through economic distribution. The Labour movement was their vehicle to build the just society that was promised in the gospels; the welfare state and greater access to education were seen as fruits of moral Christian activism in society.

After battling against the acolytes of Joe Stalin in the mid-20th century, my grandfather and his friends witnessed a new usurpation of their beloved Labour movement coming from the convulsions of the 1960s. A new generation appeared, whose interest seemed less in economic inequality and more in confronting the traditional values of people like my grandfather, whose beliefs had underpinned the very idea of social order. Marx was giving way to Nietzsche and Freud; Bolshevism was moving over for nihilism. The Left, which had been shaped as much by the muscular Christianity of the 19th century as by anything else, was now being colonised by something very foreign indeed. The cherished values of generations, the foundation of correct, well-ordered structures and relationships were under attack from a formidable foe. The traditional family and education, sexual mores, artistic aspirations, religious belief — all were now seen as coercive strategies of the powerful, designed to enforce conformity and slavish obedience.

The ‘progressive’ liberalism of the new Left, its destructive atheistic iconoclasm, was miles away from the vision of the early Scottish socialists such as John Wheatley, Manny Shinwell and James Maxton.

I muddled along with the Labour party for a few years even though, deep down, I knew instinctively that an essential breach had taken place. Even today, I manage to survive trendy dinner parties by keeping my mouth shut, nodding at the received wisdom of the bien-pensant, and avoiding nasty and surprising arguments. Anything for a quiet life. But the political education I received from old Catholics like my grandfather and even from old Marxists I met at Communist party meetings in the 1970s has made me contemptuous of the simplistic banalities of the modern progressive élites. They lack intellectual rigour and ethical integrity, their politics are bland and sentimental, their hatred of Christianity is fundamentalist.

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Alastair Simmons

February 1st, 2008 11:56am Report this comment

Three cheers for James MacMillan's attack on the liberal left whose intolerant dogma has infected like a virus every level of decision making in our society - in particular their "their fundamentalist hatred of Christianity". I encountered it as a former Principal Teacher of Religious Education. I still encounter it today as a Pastor of an "evangelical" church in MacMillan's home county of Ayrshire - which gave us Robert Burn's memorable poem "The Cotter's Saturday Night" depicting a Bible loving Scotland which is now savaged and sneered at by today's PC police. Burn's closing comments seem very apposite - "From scenes like these, old Scotia's [Scotland] grandeur springs That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 'An honest man's the noblest work of God';

Rictus, USA

February 2nd, 2008 5:39pm Report this comment

I am still on the left, but I agree wholeheartedly with this article. The sad irony is that much of this Pomo, identity politics, multicult "left" actually is a trendy elitist cover for the very market values they pretend to decry. How, for example, could modern advertizing survive without Debord and Situationism? The list could go on . . .

David Preiser

February 2nd, 2008 8:22pm Report this comment

Brilliant, and well done. These things must be said. Thank you.

alan stoddart

February 21st, 2008 6:07pm Report this comment

My generation of radicals and breakers-down never found anything to take the place of the old virtues of work and courage and the old graces of courtesy and politeness. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

Rick Walsh

April 3rd, 2008 11:11am Report this comment

That a bloke who believes Jesus rose from the dead can accuse, without irony,'progressive elites' of lacking 'intellectual rigour' just takes the breath away. You couldn't make it up.

Arthur Pendragon

July 2nd, 2008 6:57am Report this comment

I would rather an article that articulates what MacMillan does believe. I am tired of a media that is simply dominated by polemic, right or left, and seemingly cannot bear witness to what we might be for!

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