I DON'T know who invented that irritatingly wise prayer about changing
what you can change, accepting what you can't, and having the wisdom to
know the difference. But it kept pushing itself to the front of my mind
as I listened to this week's radio.
Time was when people suffering poverty, sickness, grief, or
bereavement would turn to religion, speak of God's will, and reflect
that man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward; but it's as if, in
realising that some of these troubles could in fact be cured by better
medicine or an Act of Parliament, we've somehow lost our sense that
certain things are simply beyond human remedy.
If there's one thing our media makes clear day in and day out, for
instance -- most notably in repeated hysterical interviews with grieving
relatives desperate for someone to blame -- it's that our culture cannot
cope with death, with its finality, its arbitrariness, its frequent lack
of discernible meaning.
In the past month, Radio 4 has been presenting a fascinating serious
called A Year of Dying Dangerously, in which Hugh Prysor-Jones has tried
to look into the ugliest kind of mortality, examining a year's homicides
in England and Wales; and if the series failed to reach a satisfying
conclusion, I think it's because Prysor-Jones tried, with commendable
ambition to encompass in five short programmes the whole meaning -- from
the detail of judicial practice to the ultimate experience of grief --
of an event we hardly have the vocabulary to describe.
There were areas where the series functioned brilliantly, blasting our
preconceptions about murder and clarifying the facts. It pointed out
that the vast majority of murders take place within the family, or in
drunken street fights between young men at pub closing time. It
highlighted the sinister way in which random murders of women, which
actually account for a tiny proportion of the total, are nonetheless
emphasised by the popular media in what begins to look like an attempt
-- unconscious but systematic -- to frighten women off the streets and
out of their wits. It made no bones about the role played by alcohol in
the deaths of hundreds of murder victims each year. It offered a lucid
explanation of the way in which the mandatory life sentence actually
makes it more difficult to bring a successful charge of murder.
But when it came to the families of murder victims, A Year of Dying
Dangerously showed signs of coming seriously unstuck. Moved, I imagine,
by the best motives of compassion and respect, Prysor-Jones tried
throughout the five programmes to keep their pain in focus, as though it
were an element in the murder story that had too often been ignored; he
encouraged them to talk about their grief, about the pain (given the
prevalence of murder within the family) of having to be checked out as a
suspect, about the fact that relatives of victims have no rights when a
murder comes to trial, and have to queue for their place in the public
gallery along with assorted ghouls and eccentrics, only to see the
accused being courteously treated as innocent until proved guilty.
But the more the programme dwelt on this theme, the more I began to
feel that Prysor-Jones and the families were barking up the wrong
spiritual and psychological tree. If there is, traditionally, no place
for them at the trial, it's because the task the courts are carrying out
in trying to administer justice to the accused is simply irrelevant to
the lifelong task they face, which has to do with acceptance,
submission, coming to terms with anger and loss.
In implying that the bereaved families ought to be given more
consideration in the legal process, Prysor-Jones ended up by reinforcing
the shallow secular assumption that their grief would somehow be less if
only the wheels of justice turned smoothly, and they were given a
ringside seat in court. But wise people have known since time began that
vengeance is useless, that it turns to dust and ashes. On the evidence
of these programmes, what families need is to stop seeking relief in a
judicial process which cannot help them, and to look instead for serious
spiritual support in facing the fact that nothing, but nothing, can
bring their loved ones back.
It's a sad day, though, when people bring the same spirit of quiet
resignation to bear on man-made disasters that clearly could be
reversed, given the political will and organisation. Last week, to mark
the introduction of the poll tax, Radio Clyde ran a follow-up programme
to its award-winning feature of autumn 1986, The Charge of the Right
Brigade; and as Colin Adams unravelled his brisk, pungent account of the
story so far, I began to sense a gloomy air of inevitability about the
introduction and survival of what is, by any measure, a hopelessly
regressive tax.
From the point of view of the Conservatives in the Scottish Office, it
has to be acknowledged that the thing is a stroke of pure genius. At one
bound, it shifts the blame for high community charges squarely onto the
shoulders of local authorities; and because it bears relatively heavily
on those who have no way of increasing their income to meet it (the
unemployed, the low paid, pensioners with no property) it exerts a
tremendous moral pressure to economise by cutting the very local
services on which those low-income groups depend.
With every twist of the argument it becomes more obvious that the only
decent solution to the rating problem is the introduction of local
income tax; but according to Adams's programme, the administrative
mayhem surrounding the arrival of the community charge has been such
that it would take a bold Government -- supposing we ever have a
different Government -- to initiate yet another upheaval.
It looks as though the opponents of government policy may be on an
easier wicket, though, with the mounting outrage over the new social
security payments system, introduced last spring. I had no intention,
when I mapped out my listening for this week, of writing anything at all
about Thursday's edition of the Radio 4 magazine for the disabled, Does
He Take Sugar? But in more than five years of systematic listening, I
don't think I've ever heard a group of ordinary apolitical people sound
so moved, so bitter, so deeply angry as the various disabled claimants
interviewed for this programme about the impact of the changes on their
incomes.
In a nation that is constantly vaunting its new-found ''prosperity''
and improved economic performance, this kind of penny-pinching at the
expense of those already suffering the pain of longterm injury, illness,
or disablement is almost beyond bearing. But disabled people, who have
often had to face the fact that some agonies cannot be changed, at least
know a reversible man-made tragedy when they see one. They are angry,
they are right, and they have the support of the people; the Government
had better watch its back.
Joyce McMillan
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