This morning Simon Heffer defends Enoch Powell's Rivers of Blood speech and says that Powell's memory has been insulted:
The insult to Powell consists in this unsustainable idea that the Birmingham speech was "racist".
There is a long tradition in the party of not reading the speech. Heath, who sacked Powell as defence spokesman, certainly had not. Nor had the two close colleagues who urged him on, his chief whip, Willie Whitelaw, and the hysterical Quintin Hogg.
He invites his readers to study the speech itself. I have taken him up on this invitation.
When Ted Heath sacked Powell he gave this as his reason:
I dismissed Mr. Powell because I believed his speech was inflammatory and liable to damage race relations. I am determined to do everything I can to prevent racial problems developing into civil strife...I don't believe the great majority of the British people share Mr. Powell's way of putting his views in his speech.
In other words, right from the beginning the issue with Powell's speech was the terms he used to make his argument. One can agree with his contention that it is important to control immigration while deprecating the way he put his arguments.
The problem with Powell is very similar to the problem with Nigel Hastilow.
Is it fair to accuse Powell of being inflammatory and using racist language in his speech? Absolutely.
First, he talked in alarmist terms of matches being thrown onto gunpowder and rivers foaming with blood. This was hardly a sober or responsible way of talking of a sensitive issue. It was also wrong. The rivers are not foaming with blood.
Second, he quoted at length extraordinarily offensive, racist comments made to him and never attempts to suggest that these are unpleasant or unacceptable.
Indeed he introduces one part of his speech, the reading of a letter about the experience of a woman with these words:
I am going to allow just one of those hundreds of people to speak for me.
Now read the letter itself, so introduced by Powell. It is noticeable that Heffer does not quote from it:
Eight years ago in a respectable street in Wolverhampton a house was sold to a Negro. Now only one white (a woman old-age pensioner) lives there. This is her story. She lost her husband and both her sons in the war. So she turned her seven-roomed house, her only asset, into a boarding house. She worked hard and did well, paid off her mortgage and began to put something by for her old age. Then the immigrants moved in. With growing fear, she saw one house after another taken over. The quiet street became a place of noise and confusion. Regretfully, her white tenants moved out.
The day after the last one left, she was awakened at 7am by two Negroes who wanted to use her 'phone to contact their employer. When she refused, as she would have refused any stranger at such an hour, she was abused and feared she would have been attacked but for the chain on her door. Immigrant families have tried to rent rooms in her house, but she always refused. Her little store of money went, and after paying rates, she has less than £2 per week.
She went to apply for a rate reduction and was seen by a young girl, who on hearing she had a seven-roomed house, suggested she should let part of it. When she said the only people she could get were Negroes, the girl said, "Racial prejudice won't get you anywhere in this country. So she went home.
The telephone is her lifeline. Her family pay the bill, and help her out as best they can. Immigrants have offered to buy her house - at a price which the prospective landlord would be able to recover from his tenants in weeks, or at most a few months.
She is becoming afraid to go out. Windows are broken. She finds excreta pushed through her letter box. When she goes to the shops, she is followed by children, charming, wide-grinning piccaninnies. They cannot speak English, but one word they know. "Racialist," they chant. When the new Race Relations Bill is passed, this woman is convinced she will go to prison. And is she so wrong? I begin to wonder.
Charming, wide-grinning piccaninnies. From a member of the Shadow Cabinet. Described as speaking for me and delivered without a word of dissent. One simply can't acquit Powell of the charge against him.
Or Nigel Hastilow for speaking fondly of the Rivers of Blood address.