Comparisons are odious, they say. Yet who could resist the temptation to compare those magnificent and inspiring, and deeply moving D-Day Commemorations; a scruffy rabble waving assorted placards in the rain in Parliament Square unhappy about the person of the President of the United States, while ignoring the importance of his office; and the 13 (now 11) rats in a barrel hovering in corners of the Parliamentary estate ready to jump out at innocent and undeclared backbenchers like me as we pass by.
Who can but wonder at the sheer scale of D-Day. 159,000 soldiers, 3262 Aircraft, 6969 ships, 195,700 sailors on board them. 400,000 people all told, of whom 4000 were killed and 6,000 wounded and missing. The sheer vastness of the logistical effort to get that lot ashore on the five beaches (one of my prize possessions are 5 little boxes with a handful of sand from each) without prior detection by the enemy. The sheer guts and determination of sweeping up through Normandy; the personal triumphs and tragedies. It was without doubt a Day which changed the World. We knew that the Nazi Empire was pure evil, and we threw the collective allied might against it.
I was glad that Mrs May was given her moment of dignity- both the pomp and circumstance, the banquets and furbelows of the Presidential visit, and the superb honour of remembering our fallen on Sword Beach on D-Day +75. She deserves it, and the right to demit office with dignity. By contrast with all of that, the battle to name her successor is less than dignified. I am glad that the 1922 Committee have brought in new rules to curtail the contest and reduce the candidates to 2 by -latest - 20 June. There will be a host of hustings, meetings, campaigning, favours bestowed, old favours called in, during that time. I hope to be able to rise above the hubbub and vote for the person who seems most likely to achieve three things.
First, he or she must bring the Party, the Government and the Country back together again. We cannot go on as we are. There’s a country be to be run out there, and squabbling amongst ourselves hinders it. Second, they must deliver Brexit. That’s what the people voted for, and that’s what we must do. My own view is that if a Deal cannot be agreed, then let’s leave without one. After all, all of the details of life post-Brexit have been agreed and would doubtless kick in the morning after. I suspect that a No Deal departure would be a great deal less catastrophic than the Remainers would have you believe. And third, we need a Leader. Someone who can inspire confidence; someone who can lead us to do things beyond our own self-interest; someone who can use the levers and machinery of power to make Britain a better place.
The Nation needs something of the D-Day spirit to do that. We need to be pointed in the same direction, with a clear mission, determined to win; careless of our own little lives and concerns and ambitions; proud to be a part of the greater whole. That’s what’s missing in the Conservative and Labour parties alike; its what’s missing in Government and Parliament. We have lost our way, and need a strong and charismatic leader to get us out of the mess. Let me know who you think that might be.
Politics was a pretty dull business for about 30 years - from Margaret Thatcher’s sad toppling and the end of the Cold War in the late 1980’s, things were pretty predictable. We knew that John Major would lose in 1997; that the charming young Tony Blair would win with a landslide, but that Icarus-like he wouldn’t last; that Gordon Brown was doomed, Captain Mainwaring; and that the Coalition would be the nemesis of the Lib Dems. The Referendum outcome was a surprise to all, but there was a dreary inevitability about events for a couple of years thereafter. Clearly Cameron could not stay on; Theresa May’ premiership was, if truth be told, pretty boring and low achieving. Her General Election in 2017 was a disaster, followed by a wearysome trudge through the slough of the EU’s despond.
Compare that with the last week or two. Mrs May’s defenestration was in the end more dramatic than any of the many leadership challenges we have enjoyed in the Tory Party, (this is my seventh) and most certainly the most dramatic toppling of a PM quite probably in all time. The Unwanted Euro-elections produced a weird (if probably predictable) series of results, especially of course, the dramatic success of the Brexit Party itself. Never have the two main parties done as badly as the Tories and Labour this time; and the pundits have no lodestar by which to predict who/when/why we will recover from this low point. We now have something like 15 hopefuls ready to fight like rats in a barrel for the questionable pleasure of being PM of a hung Parliament (the longest sitting one since the English Civil War, yet with virtually nothing left to do except Brexit); we have the continuing stalemate over how to carry out the people’s wish to leave the EU; we have the Labour Party in deep disarray under their Marxist leadership, Alastair Campbell being thrown out of the party for his Blairite views; and the courts about to prosecute them for their antisemitic views. No-one has ever seen anything like it. The Tectonic plates of politics may well be moving.
Or maybe not… Maybe it’s all just a storm in a teacup; a temporary aberration. Maybe we’ll get Brexit over the line, and life will return to its mundane normalcy. Who can tell? It’s a bit of an ‘If’ moment. “If you can keep your head while all around are losing theirs……”
So I am going to watch and listen with keen interest. I shall do what I think is best for the people of North Wiltshire (having no personal ambition); I shall be no more than a bit part player in the great Leadership battle which is engulfing us all; I shall do those things in Parliament in which I have the greatest expertise and interest (defence and foreign affairs, security, the environment, rural affairs, the Polar Regions, and in the conduct of the business of Parliament itself); and I will do my Constituency business with renewed interest and enthusiasm.
In the last few weeks, for example, I have: held four surgeries, visited the MOD in Corsham, and the three day event at Badminton, I have visited Luckington and Malmesbury Schools, I spoke at the Chippenham Constitutional Club Skittles Dinner, unveiled the defibrillator in Cricklade, attended a reception in Brokenborough and a dance in Shipton Moyne; enjoyed the Royal Wootton Bassett Carnival, welcomed a Major General to Malmesbury Academy, spoke at a dinner in Luckington; encouraged plastic collectors in Cricklade, attended the Malmesbury Mayor-Making and a host of similar local events. It may not be glamorous, but its good fun and interesting. And in my view it’s an essential part of an MP’s life.
So I am by no means certain that the tectonic plates are shifting. My personal ones most certainly are not.
I warmly congratulate my friends and constituency neighbours, Andrew Murrison (South West Wilts) on his well-deserved promotion to Minister of State at the Foreign Office, and Robert Buckland (Swindon South) to the Ministry of Justice where I know they will do a fine job. It makes me the last backbencher of all seven MPs in Wiltshire.
I enjoyed my time on the frontbench in a variety of jobs in Opposition, but I have since then relished the freedom which not being a Government Minister allows me. It was good last Friday, for example, to be able broadly to agree with those attending a business dinner in Castle Combe in their robust criticism of the PM, of her failure to deliver Brexit, and in a number of other grumbles. It was good to see the Wiltshire Federation of Small Businesses in Parliament on Tuesday, and to be able to agree with quite a number of their criticisms; and to rather relish my colleagues, John Glen (Salisbury) and Michelle Donelan (Chippenham) having to spin the Government line, uncomfortable as it may have been for them.
It was good to welcome the Deputy Chinese Ambassador to Parliament to tell us about China’s ambitions in the Arctic, which I could not have done as a Minister; and to be able to speak up in Parliament on Wednesday to welcome the new Secretary of State for Defence’s determination to bring in a Statute of Limitations on alleged crimes carried out by soldiers in pursuit of their duties, but to notify my intention to try to amend her Bill to cover Northern Ireland veterans as well.
Being a backbencher enables me to speak up for the people of North Wiltshire, and for my own personal beliefs whether or not that happens to coincide with Conservative Party policy; and as a bit of a natural rebel, or even controversialist, I welcome that freedom.
I also strongly support the age-old British constitution, under which the Government of the day delivers on its Manifesto policies, with Parliament scrutinising everything which they do. On Brexit, for example, it is the Government’s duty to deliver what the people demanded in the referendum; it is Parliament’s duty to scrutinise how they do it, to keep them up to the mark, and generally hold their feet to the fire. Parliament is split more or less 50/50 on Brexit, thereby accurately reflecting the general opinion of the country. When the PM brings back her proposals in the form of Second Reading of the Withdrawal Agreement Bill in the week beginning 3 June, I will consider very carefully whether or not it delivers a true Brexit; or even if it does not, whether it may nonetheless be our last chance of securing any kind of Brexit at all. I will keep you up to date with my thinking on all of that when we see the text of the Bill.
So I am pleased for my ambitious colleagues across Wiltshire as they climb the greasy pole. Confucius was of the view that “it is better to be at the bottom of the ladder looking up, than at the top of the ladder looking down,” as a number of other colleagues may now be finding as they ponder sackings or resignations. For myself I am glad to have the buccaneering, freebooting freedom to do what I believe best, no matter what the Tory Whips may say. There’s a lot to be said for being the last of the Mohicans.
The old Stock Exchange adage ‘Sell in May and go away’ reflected an expectation of falling markets and uncertainty over the Summer months. We could be in for something similar.
It would be hypocritical to say anything other than I am glad at Theresa May’s decision. I have been of the view for a very long time that she was finding it impossible to lead the country, not least through Brexit. Her going will, I hope, free up a new Leader to do exactly that - Lead, which has been lacking from her incumbency.
Yet on a personal level, most decent Tories, and most decent Brits, will have felt for her as her voice broke outside No 10 as she announced her departure. Hers has been a close to impossible task; and whatever else you may say about her she has tried her best. Her guts, stamina and determination are plain for all to see. She thought she was doing the best for the country and the Party she loves. And we should give her credit for it. Few human beings would have stood up to the pressure under which she has laboured for the last 12 months or so. And she has been absolutely stoical. So, let’s give her the Trump State visit and the 75th anniversary of the D-Day landings to mark the end of her Premiership, and then we must let her go with dignity and poise.
My phone has already been buzzing with all sorts of new-found friends, as the 25 or so candidates to replace her gear up their campaigns. I never knew I was so popular - and if I accept all the dinners and drinks on offer I will get very fat. My plan is to interview every single one of them, to try to find out how they would lead the country and the Party. It is leadership we want. In particular, whoever wins the contest must be ready to deliver the clean Brexit for which the people voted. I will keep you up to date with my thinking as the contest develops.
My instinct is that we need a Brexiteer, which narrows the field. Boris is streets ahead in the country. He has his risks and downsides; but he has got bags of charisma and character, and he would be an inspirational, if worrying, leader. Dominic Raab is probably next, but seems to me rather to lack that invisible stardust which a new leader needs. Esther McVey, Andrea Leadsom, Penny Mordaunt - all are possible.
We must now get on with it; select the right person, install him or her with as little delay as we can, and get the Government back on track. Mrs May’s departure opens up the possibility of a brand-new start. Let’s make the best possible use of it.
I salute her on a personal level and thank her for all she has tried to do for the Nation. But she is right to ‘Sell in May and go away.’
There’s been an eerie peace around Parliament in the couple of weeks since Easter. The media tented camp across the road has been cleared away and the grass re-seeded; there have been precious few votes; and despite rumours that the talks with Labour are continuing (and possibly nearing a conclusion which is likely to be deeply unpopular with both Labour and Conservatives), there has been really no talk of Brexit at all. It has truly felt like the calm in the eye of the storm.
Yet into that spooky peace comes Huawei. Whoever it was who leaked the conversation from the National Security Council to the newspapers is a disgrace. I serve on the joint Lords and Commons Committee scrutinising the work of the National Security Council, and we are clear that if it is to have any purpose at all, then it must be secret. You cannot have the heads of MI5, MI6 and GCHQ, the PM, the Chief of the Armed Services discussing crucial and top-secret security matters if they believe there is a chance that their views or conclusions may appear in the next day’s newspapers.
In an unprecedented exchange of sacking letters, Gavin Williamson strenuously denies that it was he. We shall see. This one will run and run. I am sorry to see Gavin go, not least because he has had significant success in arguing with the Treasury for more funds for Defence. I welcome Penny Mordaunt, who was a first-class Minister for the Armed Forces, and very much has Defence as a whole close to her heart. But did we really need all of this on the eve of the local government elections, which were looking pretty bad for the Tories even before it? Last night’s losses of Council seats is very bad, but will only be eclipsed by the catastrophe of a Euro Election on 23 May.
Yet while condemning the leak from the NSC, I do have a good deal of sympathy for the concerns which occasioned it. It appears that - alone amongst the ‘Five Eyes’ of security and intelligence partners - we are contemplating giving a Chinese monolith with close links to the Communist Party and Government, Huawei, a role in building our 5G capability. This is the telecommunications system which will run our Critical National infrastructure - electricity, water, gas; it will facilitate our military and intelligence activities; it will run such things as driverless cars. There is virtually no aspect of our everyday lives over the decades to come which will not be facilitated, or managed by 5G. Should we really be allowing a Chinese Communist company direct access to all of that? I have very serious doubts about it, to say the least.
So, although I have no sympathy for the leaker, whether it was Williamson or anyone else, I do entirely sympathise with their motivation - to prevent what could become one of the worst security decisions ever taken. Allowing Huawei access to 5G would be like giving Soviet Russia a road map to our allied nuclear bunkers and the security codes and passwords to get into them. That is not something we should contemplate.
© 2018 James Gray MP, House of Commons, London, SW1A 0AA