J'accuse : Ill Communication

Gareth Compton, Conservative councillor for Erdington in Birmingham (UK), was released on bail on the eve of Armistice Day after he was arrested for an offence under the Communications Act of 2003 on suspicion “of sending an offensive or indecent message”. Compton was questioned about the content of a Tweet of his which read: “Can someone please stone Yasmin Alibhai-Brown to death? I shan’t tell Amnesty if you don’t. It would be a blessing, really.”

Compton argued that this was “an ill-conceived attempt at humour in response to Alibhai-Brown saying on Radio 5 Live that no politician had the right to comment on human rights abuses – even the stoning of women in Iran”. Tories and Labourites in the West Midlands joined the chorus of disapproval aimed at Compton’s ill-judged tweet and the police moved in with the charge.

In another corner of the UK, Doncaster Crown Court rejected Paul Chambers’ appeal against a Magistrates Court decision that had found him guilty of “sending a menacing electronic communication”. Chambers’ case also involved a tweet. This time the tweet was angrily directed to nearby Robin Hood Airport. With the airport shut down because of snow and Chambers’ travel plans thus thwarted, the tweeter vented his frustration to his 600-odd followers on the micro-blogging site: “Crap! Robin Hood Airport is closed. You’ve got a week and a bit to get your shit together, otherwise I’m blowing the airport sky high!”

Tough Guy (now recant)

Judge Jacqueline Davies of the Crown Court was not impressed by the defendant’s argument of “just kidding”. In her words, “We find it impossible to accept that anyone living in this country, in the current climate of terrorist threats, would not be aware of the consequences of their actions in making such a statement.” Both Compton and Chambers tried to write off the relative weight of their statement by claiming that their actions were performed in jest. There might be a substantial difference between a politician inviting people to stone a journalist on the one hand and a private individual venting his frustration in a colourful manner in another, but at the end of the day the lesson to be learnt is to be very careful when venturing into the world of mass communication. That iPhone at your fingertips can land you in deep do-do indeed.

I get the impression that Malta is still not sufficiently hooked on Twitter to provide this kind of interesting legal twist. The chronicles of court affairs are choking with the facts of intra-familial battles raging from the ballistic nose-breaking prodigies of one husband, to the wife who claimed that her husband was obsessed with an Italian late-night show over 20 years after it had gone off air. There are no tweeting offences as yet and while the Plategate saga rolls on in the background of the trendier chronicles, the battles in communication are taking place in more conventional fora – such as The Times letter pages.

When I first heard of Prime Minister Gonzi’s foray into the murky waters of The Times letter pages correspondence, I thought I’d give it a miss. Egged on by others, I finally got round to reading the prime ministerial letter – signed by the Prime Minister himself. Apparently Dr Gonzi had not liked a particular missive by a certain Bonett Balzan (BB for short) that had appeared in the pages of His Master’s Voice the previous Saturday. Dr Gonzi seemed intent on making a couple of points: firstly that he is not an “ends justifies the means” kind of guy (so no Luxol Grounds last-minute backstab on political allies from him, I guess); and secondly, he issued what I describe on the blog as a sort of fatwa from the head of our constitutionally Catholic state.

Here are his words: “I condemn all hatred expressed in all circumstances and reiterate my appeal to all concerned to keep political language within the bounds of what should be acceptable in a mature democratic society.” The question everyone (not to be confused with Everybody) was asking was: What prompted this letter?

Sure Shot

(political communication)

And you couldn’t blame “everyone” in the end. After reading Dr Gonzi’s letter, I had to look for the letter that had triggered the reaction by the head of government. Dr Gonzi had quoted from the offending letter and specified what had caused him to take offence. The Prime Minister stated that he took particular offence at the phrase “taken of the law into his own hands with fatal consequences”. Prima facie it seemed like a rather harsh phrase – one that would have any spoudaios (Gk. – average man) rushing to his desk and typing a measured response.

It all went kind of sour when I read the context from which the phrase was lifted. There was nothing remotely injurious in fact. True, BB’s letter was astonishingly similar to much of the crap that passes for intelligent discussion on blog comment boards nowadays. It was an illustration of anything but the “enlightened times” that were referred to in the letter and its author is a perfect example of conservative, ignorant bigotry that has become common fare in most discussions.

Having said that, the whole bit about the taking of judicial matters into one’s own hands with dire consequences was actually part of a description of the habitual goings on among husbands and adulterers. Bonett Balzan was simply illustrating how adulterers would have been treated a while back, before the enlightened times of this government “ably led” by “the job-creating” Dr Gonzi (BB’s words). Yes, Bonett Balzan does come out as a fervent (never a more apt term) follower of the GonziPN creed – he is, in fact, appalled at the dilution of its values by upstarts such as JPO.

Put fairly and squarely, Bonett Balzan’s letter was no less of an abuse of the freedom of expression as that exercised by the myriad liberated voices that populate Internet comment boards every day of the week. Why then had the Gonzi-radar zoomed in on this particular manifestation of not-so-illuminated literary intervention in order to vent the prime ministerial fury? There was only one explanation. Dr Gonzi might be a professed anti-divorcist, but he will not take kindly to being automatically associated with the Maltese version of redneck backwaters. It was in such a spirit that the prime ministerial letter was penned and to such a letter was appended a glorious appendix.

For the Gonzi letter ended in a blanket condemnation of hatred expressed in all circumstances, as well as an appeal to maintain a decent level of political discourse. We’d have loved to applaud this noble initiative had it not jarred with the fact that the intervention (“scendere in campo” as Berlusconi is wont to say) was too isolated and seemed to ignore other more serious and more prominent offenders who have contributed to the general debasement of political discourse. The selective lifting of dubiously offensive quotations only served to water down the import of Dr Gonzi’s letter – leading to the incredulous reaction from the nation’s cognoscenti.

Get It Together (please)

Ill communication was not monopolised by the Office of the Prime Minister. It’s getting tiring to follow the concerted practice (that’s the second anti-trust term in this paragraph) of political acolytes of the Labourite persuasion in drumming their various stories home on the basis of “fairness”. “Mhux fjer” (not fair) has been translated into a political mantra and the Labour monks are busy exposing their hurts (“wegghat”) and the levels of unfairness with every political development on the political scene.

Chief Economist Muscat led the way last week with his budget reactions. This week we had the story of the 1,000 Air Malta employees declared surplus to requirements according to a report. Tony Zarb and most PL-leaning commentators were busy preparing wailing laments for the thousand family members on whose sweat, blood and tears the success story that is Air Malta had been created, only to be given a hint of the exit (and I am not talking Safety Exits here) at this moment of economic uncertainty.

“Mhux fjer” they yelled. Who will love their children? Which is OK for a trade union leader, but not OK for a political party that should be planning our way out of whatever mess they seem to be oh so keen to highlight. If there is a mess, and I am not saying that there isn’t, the role of an opposition party is not to highlight the problem but to confidently claim and prove that it has a solution at hand.

The communication lines of the new PL seem to be built with a very short-term goal in mind. They tend to ignore the fact that once in government the exposure of the ills, pains and injustices of society will not suffice, and that people will actually expect them to deliver the goods. I quizzed some Labour supporters, asking what they would do if they found themselves at the head of a government that had just been presented with the 1,000-surplus workers report. The first reply? Ah, we would commission a report to find out who is responsible for the overstaffing of the airline. Bravo indeed. Now THAT is a great solution. Get ready for a headless government that blames its shortfalls on the 2012 version of “il-hofra”. Progressive? Bah.

Sabotage (discrimination)

And then there was the communications cock-up, which was the announcement of the new bus fares once Arriva take over. What should have been the groundwork for a much-awaited new bus system ended up in bawling and exchanges on the media about the proposal to charge tourists a higher fare. Apart from this being the most pea-brained idea since Bush decided to publish his memoirs, the clumsy handling of the aftermath and backlash was mind-boggling.

We had a ministry spokesman (one of those) declaring that charging tourists more than the Maltese does not amount to discrimination. It was a case of knowing what he intended to say but also recognising what a cock-up the actual statement was. The whole point of discrimination is of creating criteria that turns like into unlike. Here was a ministry spokesman who was claiming that charging two rates for the same trip would not be discrimination. But it is, dear spokesman. The words he was looking for was justified discrimination because under EU law there are instances where discrimination can be justified if reasonably argued.

Which is where Minister Gatt piped in with the whole notion of resident v non-resident. Residents, it seems, are eligible for a subsidised fare because they pay taxes. Non-residents (tourists) don’t. Really? What was that tax increase in the last budget? Who pays it? Residents? Or tourists? There’s no knowing when the politicians of this world will come up with the next blooper that’s the size of a BWSC contract investigation gone wrong. (Bravo Parliament incidentally).

All that the men at the Ministry of Transport had to do was look at public transport systems worldwide. Take London’s Oystercard. There is no discrimination on the basis of residence. The only discrimination is the usual justified discrimination in favour of seniors and students. Other than that you pay according to how much you use it. Most travel cards give you more benefits the longer the validity. This is based on the basic assumption that a resident (frequent user) will, more often than not, take long-term credit on his card (a one-year travel card) to benefit from the lower price that would ensue in normal offers on a normal market.

Tourists are not precluded from buying a one-year travel-card but it would not make sense economically. Instead they will probably opt for a seven- or three-day card. A resident could buy that card but it does not pay him as much as a yearly card. You see? No discrimination on the basis of residence or nationality that has to be justified on the basis of some spurious taxation excuse. Instead you have a scaled system of cards accessible to all but that actually makes sense for different categories – the only discrimination is in the consumer’s mind at the moment of purchase. Who am I kidding? I am sure the guys at Arriva know all this and will soon be showing the way on this matter.

Roots Down (travel)

Speaking of travel, I will be in Versailles this weekend – a birthday treat from my better half. In that palace lived a woman who never actually uttered the fabled words “Let them eat cake”. It’s just so unfair that sometimes it is the words that are unsaid that end up making the biggest noise.

www.akkuza.com From the Hall of Mirrors to Le Petit Trianon, all in a weekend’s work. Titles of this week’s article (barring brackets) brought to you courtesy of the great Beastie Boys album “Ill Communication” (1994).

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The "IVA" Deception

JPO is happily heading a coalition of sorts that will campaign for the introduction of divorce. While it is definitely encouraging that persons from both sides of the parliamentary divide can join with social powers that have been stonewalled out of the institution thanks to the PLPN rules it would seem that the very participants are blissfully unaware of how this IVA business can turn into a great deception.

It is one thing to form a movement that lobbies for the introduction of divorce and another to choose a slogan that is an evident throwback to the referendum moments pre-EU accession. I am sure that I will be called the eternal cynic in this respect and that the excuse that “some effort is better than no effort at all ” will be thrown back at me in full force but the advocates of this new IVA movement should be made aware of the constitutional (and marketing) pitfalls of their arrangement.

By orienting their movement to a referendum style formation the IVA for divorce group has already conceded valuable ground in the battle for the introduction of the divorce. They are virtually admitting that this will have to be a majority decision in the form of a referendum and/or consultation of the people. They are allowing the parties in parliament to do what they do best – i.e. abdicate from any responsibility of legislating for divorce as they should have done decades ago.

Instead JPO & friends give the impression of being much more interest in the limelight afforded by this discussion than by the actual force of their argument. Divorce is not a majority question. The Bonnett Balzans of this world may come back at divorce arguments with the fire and brimstone philosophy but the endline in a normal democracy operating in normal conditions would be for the parliament to legislate and allow for a legal possibility that has long been missing in our juridical system.

Instead we have IVA. And IVA to what? As we have pointed out previously under Maltese law we do not have a propositive referendum. Should we have a referendum on the matter that would probably come AFTER parliament introduces a law on divorce – because our law allows for abrogative referenda: a referendum asking the people whether they want to abrogate (cancel, annull, remove) a law that has been enacted. In which case the answer for the IVA movement should be LE (no, I do not want the divorce law removed) and not IVA. Quite a quandary no?

But of course the PLPN will play along with the whole idea of a consultative referendum. It pays them because they can blame “the people” for whatever decision is taken in the case of divorce. We might have JPO & friends to thank for any eventual cock up…

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Ingriterra

Take a quick tour of the written and spoken media on the Maltese islands and you notice that such linguistic delicacies as “dutchboard” and “spartan plug” (dashboard and sparking plug) are not exclusive to the stereotypical “hamallu” that first springs to mind. One of the most painful recurrences on Facebook is the word that people insist on spelling as “definAtely”. There’s definitely no “A” in definitely. When it comes to TV the word that really jars – in Maltese – is the Maltese name for England. I’ve heard both Peppi Azzopardi and the guy who presents Realtà on One TV refer to l-INGRITERRA that sounds like some talcum powder for Ingrid.

It’s Ingilterra. I’m sure Peppi and Realtà guy don’t say l-INGRIZI. What would that be? The in-people wearing gray? Both Peppi and Realtà guy seem to also be intent on killing the word “insurance”. I am quite sure that “INXJURINS” pains others and not just me… have you heard of any other words being massacred lately? Share please.

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On the Street Where I Live(d)

This photo has been making the rounds on Facebook and email. It is a snapshot of a particular corner of Paceville circa 1982. It’s an incredible photo that threw me back to my childhood. I was a seven year old Pacevillian there and Paul’s Punch Bowl was the place that served great pizza’s (if I remember well it was the calzone that rocked). The restaurant grew and grew – as did the rest of Paceville – and would soon incorporate one of the first nightclubs and gamesroom in that road: the Ace of Clubs.

At this time Paceville was not so much the hedonist den of sin that we know today. Opposite the Punch Bowl you can see a the house with the green door. I remember the people who lived in that house. I remember the fruit and veg man who would sell his wares right beside that wall. This was a Paceville that had lost its residents from the forces (Mintoff, remember?) and had gradually surrendered large parts of its terrain to a Libyan community of sorts that used to terrorise the likes of myself and my brother on our errands to the Queen’s and London stores (Ball and Paceville Streets respectively).

You could still stroll through the back parts of the Hilton and enjoy public land all the way to the sea. Saint George’s Bay was a rough gap between the new buildings on the Dragonara promontory and the Sunday football paradise that was the area just below Pembroke. You could count the shops on Saint George’s Road between Wembley and Paul’s Punch Bowl on one hand. There was Bonello Store (grocer – now a kitsch jewellery shop next to Maxims) and there was the Scotsman. I’m not sure whether Peppermint Bar existed as yet. My memory fails me on that account.

Back to the photo. The snapshot is taken from a position that would place the photographer close to the steps of what is now Burger King (corner of Saint George’s and Wilga) – to be more exact it is probably taken from just outside what used to be the Gelateria Lungomare. Paul’s Punch Bowl is now mainly Stiletto’s (until some time ago Rock Cafe). The white wall is now Plush and I am not sure what the vegetable vendor would make of all the shishas though I am sure the Libyans of Ball Street would not have minded.

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Paceville 1982

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Photo Probably taken from far right of this image

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rockCafe - before the gentlemen came

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Gonzi Condemns Plategate (and its babies)

Prime Minister Gonzi’s letter to the Times is a rarity by local political terms. It takes quite a provocation for a PM to put pen to paper and express his thoughts in a letters page on one of the local rags. Foreign leaders are wont to this kind of behaviour although more often than not it is a representative from the government leader’s office (the cursèd spokesperson) who will perform the necessary duties or clarifications. On several occasions, foreign leaders have been known to take up column space in reputable papers with their wisdom or in their own defence. From Sarkozy to Blair to most Italian leaders it is quite a normal act to follow.

What was strangely interesting about Prime Minister Gonzi’s letter was not simply the form (a letter not an article) which could simply explained by the concept of answering like with like but the reason for this foray into the letters pages while wearing the hat of prime minister. PM Gonzi had been disturbed by a badly constructed accusation in a previous letter, or so it seemed if your attention was alerted to the issue by the PM’s letter.

If like me, you worked backwards – checking out what caused our PM’s foray – you discovered firstly that there were actually two letters using the title referred to by the PM (Upholder of Values or Downright Bigots). The first was by a JBB (Joseph Bonnett Balzan – and not the regular j’accuse reader) and the other by the erstwhile scourge of nationalist writings Mr Eddie Privitera. You needed further clues as to who exactly PM Gonzi was referring to since he had omitted to distinguish between letter (1) and letter (2).

Which led you to the quote lifted from the letter. Dr Gonzi had taken umbrage in particular to this phrase: ““… taken of the law into his hands with fatal consequences…”. Which is more of an unfinished phrase and a misquote to be honest. The full quote, not to take things out of context should have been:

The rebel boy must thank his lucky stars that we are living in a somewhat more enlightened time than two decades ago, though occasionally the news reaches us that an estranged husband has taken the law into his hands with fatal consequence for the adulterer

Now Bonnett Balzan’s letter is an illustration of anything but the “enlightened times” that he refers to and the author is a perfect example of conservative, ignorant bigotry (how’s that for heavy language). Had I been the PM I would have found many more phrases to object to than the one I just quoted – particularly the veiled references to Islam at the end of the letter. Apart from that Bonnett Balzan’s lingo is astonishingly similar to much of the crap that passes for intelligent discussion on blog comment boards nowadays.

The curious incident of the partial quotation waters down the import of Gonzi’s reaction. At the end of the day what the PM actually quotes can mean a myriad other things and is not really a jibe at “means justifies the end for politicians” as Dr Gonzi would have us believe. Bonnett Balzan, speaking from his stylite pulpit, is simply reminding us of the not too infrequent recourse to violent means taken by husbands who have discovered an adulterer in their midst. Stoning anyone?

Bonnett Balzan’s condescending bullshit is just that. All the “rebel boy”, “adulterer”, “honorable” lingo makes Bonnett stand out as a miserable version of Malta’s conservativism without the need of a Prime Minister going out of his way to point that out. So what was Gonzi’s point I hear you ask?

Well. It is baffling. Why react?  More importantly why misquote?  After all Bonnett B is a fervent (never a more appropriate word) admirer of the “job-creating Prime Minister” and not your average Eddie Privitera. The title of the letter should give us a clue: “In favour of mature debate”. Really? Where has the PM and his office been the last few years? Something must be on his mind now. He was quoted by Maltatoday as having said that “political discourse is degenerating” to which the J’accuse facebook reply was “about time someone noticed”.

Then there is the business of the misquote. It is deliberate. It is deliberate because the PM then leads on to the catholic lesson of the day: “Whatever the circumstances, I will never endorse an approach where “the end justifies the means”, even when the end is a noble cause.” Presumably he would never backstab political allies on the eve of an election after a pro-EU campaign conducted hand in hand. Or presumably Dr Gonzi is reminding people like Bonnett Balzan that he will not participate in pontificating bigotry.

Then PM Gonzi went on to issue a blanket condemnation. A sort of veiled fatwa from the state’s head:

I condemn all hatred expressed in all circumstances and reiterate my appeal to all concerned to keep political language within the bounds of what should be acceptable in a mature democratic society.

Which should really get some blogs thinking. Mature? Now where have I heard that word before.

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