by Ian Brotherhood
The British Broadcasting Corporation will not survive ‘Savilegate’.
Internal inquiries are ongoing. Reports will emerge in due course etc, but we’ve witnessed this process often enough: the subject of the inquiry is a vital pillar of The State, for example – the result will be expensive whitewash. First-world media-saturated mass-consciousness has assimilated the identifying features – we grew up with this stuff and know a fractal when we see one.
By the time any reasonable, objective analyst has access to comprehensive archives of the inquiries, trials, prosecutions, appeals – and concomitant horse-trading/confessionals – the likelihood is that Scotland will have declared itself an independent nation, thereby rendering ‘BBC’ a misnomer.
Aside from the exponentially festering pustule which is ‘Savilegate’, we heard recently that ‘Auntie Beeb’ instructs thousands of her highest earners to avoid paying tax. She does so while simultaneously producing expensive scare-campaigns – spanning print, billboard, online, radio and television – threatening to hunt-down and prosecute every wretch who hasn’t coughed-up their annual wodge for the privilege of being bombarded with State propaganda.
Now exposed as a safe haven for paedophiles, some typical views emerging from those inside the organisation when the ‘alleged’ abuse was ongoing: ‘everyone knew it was happening but we couldn’t say anything’; ‘I’ve never heard of such a thing, would never have dreamt it possible’; ‘I maybe just had a quick feel of some bird, but you can’t class me along with that perv’.
If this isn’t ‘doublethink’ straight from the heart of the Ministry for Information, what is it?
Apologists – some, to their burning shame, female – bleat that it was ‘just the sort of thing that used to happen’ because ‘it was such a male-dominated place’. This is the circular reasoning of last-resort used by sociopaths and chronic narcissists. By the same logic, no-one should ever have bothered to raise the issue of boys or girls in same-sex institutions being systematically abused, tortured, raped, and sometimes murdered by their elders.
Academic studies of the BBC’s output have been ongoing since the late 70’s (most notably by Greg Philo, John Eldridge, David Miller et al in the Glasgow University Media Unit). The bias, spin, innuendo, crafty editing has been recorded, analysed, catalogued: the perpetuation of stereotypes; denigration of so-called ‘lower-classes’; gestures towards ‘diversity’ and ‘inclusion’; blatant pro-Israel/US support; pointed ignorance of any subject which may cause ‘embarrassment’ to the Establishment; cloying sycophancy accompanying coverage of any matters ‘Royal’; fetishistic focus on anything bearing the Union flag; avoidance of any fora which may enable ‘live’ discussion on matters ‘political’; inability to assimilate/incorporate social media; shameless self-promotion bordering on corporate masturbation, etc.
If the BBC archive isn’t a case-study in straightforward brainwashing, it will suffice until a more obvious model comes along.
‘Auntie’ employs approximately 24,000 people – many of them are (or were) talented, driven and resourceful. They are employed by a decrepit quango which lurches from one crisis to the next, constantly struggling to define its own role – a withered limb of an ailing State, unfit for purpose, embarrassingly anachronistic, and doomed to oblivion when the secession of the UK’s constituent parts becomes a reality.
It should be remembered that the BBC was established in 1922 – most of us have relatives or neighbours who were alive before it existed. It behaves as though entitled to the same deference accorded great institutions of State, mythologises itself, lays claim to ‘tradition’ when all it has ever done is react to technological advance whilst kowtowing to mandarins and ministers. It purports to hold a mirror to the world, but reflects a long-gone era where ‘Brittania’ meant something.
Come its centennial, the BBC may comprise nothing more than a large-ish public relations outfit subsidised by Boris Johnson’s London Parliament. Right now, in Scotland, where many of us will forever be grateful for the good times – for Dads Army, Jeremy Paxman, Jimmy Hill, Porridge, Swapshop, Nationwide and The Mr Men – it will not be missed.
We have more than enough talent here to establish a national broadcaster which does not rely upon a poll-tax to fund itself, knows what it’s purpose is – an alliance of local broadcasters, working with home-grown filmmakers, writers, artists, musicians, across all genres, collaborating with our neighbours on the mainland and overseas, dedicated to the promotion of knowledge and societal progress, with an agenda based on the single most important quality the BBC demonstrably lacks – common decency.
There are thousands of experienced professionals in this country who are weary of the BBC, of the mendacity, mediocrity, cowardice and corruption it has come to represent. They know they can create a viable, vibrant (and, yes, profitable) alternative at a time when Scotland faces upheaval of such magnitude that no-one else can or should be entrusted with that task. Their colleagues in the BBC’s other ‘regions’ are every bit as aware of what is happening, and what the implications are.
It’s not easy letting go of a loved one. Most of us have aunties we cherish, who are bound to our memories in a way that parents or friends never are. But when their time comes? It’s best for all concerned that they go quickly, without fuss.