Tony BennBesprekingen

There is a long and tedious tradition in the British Labour Party of politicians starting out as socialist firebrands and ending up in the House of Lords. Tony Benn was a rare and refreshing example of someone who moved in the opposite direction. In the 1960s he was a sort of proto-spin doctor to Prime Minister Harold Wilson and a perfectly moderate cabinet minister (though, as the grandly titled Postmaster General, he did come up with a jolly wheeze to remove the monarch’s head from the postage stamps. Her Majesty was not amused). Benn says that he was radicalised by his experience of high office. By the mid ‘70s he was firmly on the Left and remained there over the following decades.

Benn was a compelling orator. He was also one of the great stand-up comedians. This might sound facetious but, as anyone who heard him speak will attest, he was extremely funny and clearly understood the effectiveness of humour as a weapon in the political armoury.

He was not, alas, a great writer. As this book demonstrates his prose is unremittingly flat and, on the page, the jokes have a tendency to fall flat also. The device of framing this collection of political essays as a sequence of letters to his grandchildren soon becomes strained, and then faintly embarrassing, as Benn shoehorns references to his grandchildren into discussions of imperialism or the global financial crisis.

Still, when Benn wrote this in 2009 the world was criminally unjust and going from bad to worse and, when I read it in 2022, nothing had changed. So everything Benn had to say then remains absolutely pertinent now. His hatred of injustice, distrust of the powerful, and faith in the capacity of ordinary people to create a better world continue to inspire.½

Winstone, Ruth (Editor.)

Winstone, Ruth (Editor)

Winstone, Ruth (Editor)

Winstone, Ruth (Editor)

In his lifetime, Tony Benn was demonised as a dangerous left field politician but, since his demise, he has become a secular saint. This book probably shows more of the sanctified Tony than the demon, although, the spirit is still in evidence and sparks from time to time.

When one considers that TB was 76 years old at the start of this diary, it is amazing to read the amount of work that he still managed to achieve. He had left parliament by this stage, but pursued his belief in equality and peace to the very end: some weeks he was crisscrossing the country on a daily basis for meetings and always had time to help the less fortunate. This is all very praiseworthy, but the thing that I would most like to take from these pages is his ability to differentiate between the policies and the person of his political opponent. Benn has a good word for almost everybody he met and, those few for whom he struggled to be kind (mainly, Mrs Thatcher and Tony Blair), he tends to refrain from personal comment, rather than demean.

The diaries also make clear that Benn saw through Tony Blair whilst I, and many more, were trying desperately to give him the benefit of the doubt. Benn recognised that Blairism would, eventually, tear the party asunder. Benn had pushed off this mortal coil before the fiasco of Miliband's end and the election for a new leader, which is reaching its climax as I write, but his perspective upon the Blair years highlights the inevitability of the depths to which Labour has sunk.

So far, I have concentrated upon the political issues but, as someone who, like us all, is inevitably heading towards later life, Benn provides a wonderful series of vignettes of life as Father Time takes his toll. I much admire the manner in which TB recognises the passing of the years and regularly writes that he must begin to take life a little more easily. The next entry is, almost inevitably, a list of a dozen or more meetings to be attended in the next month - often with speeches to be written, journeys planned and, in many cases, diplomatic sanction acquired.

This book was a bitter sweet read and the knowledge that there will not be a further addition to the series gives much sadness, however, one must be grateful that he had the nouse to leave his story in the compelling immediacy of the diary format.

Isn't it strange how the bete noire of British politics became the cuddly favourite uncle as a national outpouring of sorrow issued forth at his demise?

Margaret Thatcher was famous for saying that there was no such thing as 'society'; here, Tony Benn proves that there is and, I know which vision of reality I prefer to inhabit. Benn takes us from the origins of Socialism in the Old Testament to the 1980's, the decade after this book was written. The book oozes compassion and care for all his fellow men (men as the species, not just the sub-species). The difficulty with reading a book more than thirty-five years old, is that the issues have moved on. It is tempting to dismiss large sections of the book on this premise: there are chapters dedicated to the 1970's and 1980's. It would, however, be a pity so to do as there are nuggets of wisdom hidden within this history lesson.

After finishing this book, I found myself wondering how many of Labour's current leaders would find any point of contact with Benn's cogently argued defence of Socialism. The answer is sufficiently depressing that I immediately wished that I had not and felt that the only means of raising my sunken spirits was to firstly bring any reader's optimism to its knees and secondly to issue a peon of praise to the Green Party for taking on the mantle of a caring political grouping. It is good to realise that, plus ça change.....

Incidentally, I have been mean with my star allocation: deducting half a star for my tardiness in reading this work.½

With the recent, sad demise of Tony Benn, I decided to revisit this book. I had not read it for many years and I was interested to see how well it had stood up to the years. Sadly, the answer is not well!

TB seems to be hung up upon the idea of displacing the Monarchy; an idea that would never gain favour amongst the people. I am not a great follower of the exploits of the Royal Family, but I do have experience of the effect that they have upon manu people and I do not see an elected President gaining the same enthusiastic support.

Perhaps, at the time of writing, the question of the monarchy seemed paramount, now there is so much more to concern us that I began to get irritated by the end. I shall search out some of Tony's excellent diaries, they will provide a much more fitting epitaph to the man.

Talking to a later generation of their history and his principled stands. Shining a light into an era of political gloom for the principled left. Entertaining as ever.

One should be very careful about releasing one's diaries into the public arena. These entries have been selected and edited which, of course, might have had a profound affect upon the way they read but, Tony Benn does not come out of this book well.

No one in their right mind would expect the two Tonys (Benn and Blair) to be bosom buddies, but I had hoped for something rather better than the petty spite which seems to represent Benn's attitude to Blair and the current Labour Party. Benn accepts any tittle tattle that denigrates Labour; even to the extent of sidling up to Ted Heath and Mrs Thatcher.

Tony Benn does not even come out of his meeting with his working class brotherhood well. He appears to like the idea of the working man but not the reality. He longs for those halcyon days when men came up from t'pit and discussed politics in an intellectual fashion. Tony, I've got some bad news for you: it didn't exist. The only area in which Benn shows a true working man's attitude is towards his wife. He obviously loved Caroline, indeed, the only heartfelt emotion spills out when he writes about her death - and yes, I admit that the raw intensity made me cry as I read it. During her illness, however, we keep getting these statements of intent, to reduce political work and support Caroline. Two days on, the initial panic is over and it is back to normal.

Sorry Tony, I am not an expert, but this book of entries is that of an embittered politician who cannot accept that time has moved on.½

This book was not nearly as entertaining or informative as I had expected. Tony Benn is an incredibly intelligent man but one whose time has come and gone. I do not believe that he is as naive as these diaries would lead us to assume: he seems unable to understand any view which does not fit his own. I was also disappointed by his reading of the events, which history has shown to be consistently wrong - David Owen would lead the SDP into the Conservative Party, the Labour Party was finished when Neil Kinnock took over, etc.

Half way through this book, I was on the verge of hurling it out the window: Mr. Benn never questions his rectitude, should sixty million people in Britain vote, in unison, against him, he would blame the media, a right wing conspiracy, or anything.

The miners strike was a classic example of where he could have been a valuable recorder but, every miner was a sweet innocent and every policeman was a fascist thug. This attitude weakens an argument which undoubtedly has some merit.: terrible things were done by the forces of law and order, but not every member thereof.

Benn further dilutes the responsibility of the thugs by implying that, at every subsequent rally, the same treatment occurred. He never questions anyone who claims violence by the police.

Having curtailed the urge to eject the book, I reached the end feeling rather sorry for Mr. Benn. He could have been so much, very possibly a Prime Minister to rival Tony Blair's record but, could never compromise and seems to have turned into a leader of a small group of acolytes unable to interact with the world at large.

I do not feel that Benn is nearly as useful as Chris Mullin because Mullin reports, is self deprecatory and an outsider whereas Benn is always right, is the centre of his universe and too close to the action.½

Gripping, vital stuff - I kind of wish I'd bought the full volumes though and not this selected highlights edition.

Winstone, Ruth (Editor)