CLIVE PINDER
There’s a particular kind of collective madness that afflicts nations in decline. It’s not the dramatic madness of revolution or conquest. It’s the quieter, more insidious kind: the slow abandonment of standards so gradual that nobody notices until the patient is on life support. Great Britain, our ancient and occasionally magnificent archipelago, appears to be deep in the grip of it. How else do you explain the fact that serious people are discussing Angela Rayner as a future Prime Minister?
Let’s be precise about what we’re actually proposing here.
The United Kingdom is the world’s fifth largest economy. It is a permanent member of the UN Security Council. It commands a nuclear arsenal. It is also, by any candid reckoning, in the early stages of a sovereign debt crisis. £2.9 trillion in the hole, paying £110 billion a year just to service the interest at borrowing costs higher than any other country in the G7. It sits at the intersection of NATO commitments with a military clearly not fit for purpose, a broken National Health Service, a housing crisis of genuinely catastrophic proportions and a geopolitical environment that would make even a seasoned statesman reach for the antacids.
Yet the person being floated to navigate all of this left school at 16 without a single qualification, learned her trade organising care workers in Stockport and arrived at Westminster in 2015 having never run anything larger than a union branch.
Her entire ministerial career lasted 14 months, ending in resignation after she failed to pay the correct stamp duty on a seaside flat while simultaneously serving as the minister responsible for housing policy. The irony was so complete it could have been scripted.
Now, before the usual suspects reach for the keyboard to accuse your columnist of elitist snobbery, let’s deal with that charge pre-emptively and forensically. Origin is not destiny.
Nobody seriously argues that a council estate upbringing disqualifies a person from high office. The historical record says otherwise. John Major left school before his 16th birthday with three O-levels and no university degree. His father had been a trapeze artist. He grew up in Brixton and applied, unsuccessfully, for a job as a bus conductor. He became Prime Minister, won a General Election outright, oversaw Northern Ireland peace foundations and handed his successor an economy growing strongly.
James Callaghan, son of a Royal Navy chief petty officer who died when Jim was nine, grew up on bread and dripping, never attended university and served as Chancellor, Home Secretary, Foreign Secretary and Prime Minister.
Both men compensated for the absence of formal credentials with something arguably more valuable: decades of accumulated, serious executive experience across the full range of government responsibility.
Then look at Italy. Giorgia Meloni grew up in the working-class Garbatella district of Rome, raised in poverty by a single mother after her father abandoned the family. Her highest formal qualification is a languages diploma from secondary school. No university. No Oxbridge. No postgraduate anything. She is currently ranked the most powerful person in Europe. What she brought to the premiership was 30 years of unbroken political immersion. Elected provincial councillor at 21, youth movement leader at 27, Member of Parliament at 29, Cabinet minister at 31, party founder at 35 and a decade of patient coalition-building that took Brothers of Italy from fringe irrelevance to plurality party. Whatever one thinks of her politics, the competence question has been answered by outcomes. She did not arrive at the top carrying only a backstory. She arrived carrying a CV built from the ground up over three decades.
Angela Rayner has none of that. Ten years as an MP, the last of which produced one ministerial brief that ended in ignominy and no discernible international profile whatsoever. The origin story rhymes with Meloni’s. The preparatory track record does not come within shouting distance.
The Rayner proposition is not ambitious. It is delusional. Angela Rayner is not the problem: she is the proof of it.
Authenticity has become a substitute for competence. The ability to speak in a regional accent without softening it for the cameras, to reference a council estate upbringing in a Commons speech, to project working-class credibility across a dispatch box: these are now treated as qualifications rather than biographical details.
Britain has tried the clown, the vicar’s daughter, the ideologue, the accountant and now the lawyer. Each arrived promising renewal. Each departed, or soon will, leaving the country measurably worse than he or she found it.
The electorate has greeted each successive failure with the same touching conviction that the next one will be different. With Rayner, the electorate will not even be extended that courtesy. She would be delivered to Downing Street by internal party vote, which is to say by the same Parliamentary Labour Party that watched her fail as deputy prime minister and apparently concluded that the solution was promotion.
There is a hard truth at the end of all of this. It is the one that polite commentators prefer to leave unsaid. Democracies and voters do not get the politicians they need. We get the politicians we deserve. A nation that has stopped demanding seriousness from its political class will eventually select someone who reflects that lowered expectation back at it with perfect clarity.
Angela Rayner is, in some respects, an admirable human being. Her journey from where she started to where she is now required genuine courage and determination. None of that is in question.
The United Kingdom is in serious danger of coming apart at the seams. The proposition on the table is that the best placed person to prevent that is someone whose primary qualification is surviving a difficult start in life.
That is not a leadership argument. It is a sympathy vote.
John Cleese once stood in a draughty pet shop and declared, with magnificent authority, that a Norwegian Blue nailed to its perch was not dead but resting. The British public laughed until it wept. We have always had a genius for recognising absurdity and making glorious art of it.
One rather wishes that genius was still being applied to British public life. The parrot is not resting. It has been replaced by a succession of shopkeepers. Each less qualified than the last. Each assuring us with breezy confidence that the bird is absolutely fine.
It is not fine. If our next shopkeeper is Angela Rayner, Great Britain will have conclusively demonstrated that it is no longer great. It has ceased to be. An ex-country. It has expired and gone to meet its maker. Nailed to its perch by a succession of shopkeepers who kept insisting it was resting, pining or merely tired.
The shopkeepers are not the problem. We are. We keep going back to the same pet shop.
Clive Pinder is a recovering global executive, former elected ornament and reluctant chronicler of Britain’s cultural and institutional drift. Find him on Substack.
This article (The Rayner Delusion: On the Touching British Belief That Failing Upwards is a Leadership Strategy) was created and published by The Daily Sceptic and is republished here under “Fair Use” with attribution to the author Clive Pinder
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