Mrs Duffy had only slipped out to buy a loaf of bread, but met the Prime Minister out on the election trail in her home town of Rochdale. She expressed her views on immigration, and they parted company amicably. Mr Brown got into his car, and in what he naturally assumed was a private remark to an aide, described Mrs Duffy unguardedly as ‘a bigoted woman’. But he was still being recorded from a microphone clipped to his jacket, and the course of the 2010 British General Election was possibly changed.
Leaving to one side the immigration issue, I have a major concern that the place for privacy in life is getting ever smaller. Jesus teaches us that our very thoughts will one day be judged by God, and yes, Mr Brown was wrong to even think what he said. But are we not now to be allowed a little space for sorting out our thoughts before expressing them publically? Parents allow children such a space, gently guiding them into socially acceptable attitudes – well, they used to, although school-teachers complain that increasingly that job is left to them. As adults, in a private conversation with someone we trust, most of us when tired and exasperated, used to be able to ‘let our hair down’, hopefully being open to correction.
Martin Luther once said: “you can’t stop birds flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair” to describe how a wrong thought can come out of nowhere, but a God-fearing person should dismiss it, and not dwell on it. Sometimes we need the help of others, in private, to sort out our thoughts. It would be good to think that Mr Brown’s private remark about Mrs Duffy would simply have been corrected by a friend, and he could have then thought as positively of her, as she of him – before a reporter caught up with her and told her she had been called a bigot.
The world of George Orwell’s ‘1984’ is increasingly with us. ‘Big brother’ is a media out of control, and while some CCTV cameras give limited security, to have our every move recorded on camera, and even our spoken, unguarded thoughts recorded and played back to the world, makes us a very sad country. Of course, a free press is an important element of the ‘free speech’ that defines our Britishness, but I despair of the situation where, usually for money , others are happy to sell our privacy, and persuade themselves they act ‘in the public interest’ for doing so.
A politician should know better? I hope that standing for my local council does not expose me to more scrutiny than as a clergyman! I had better get on with my parish magazine, this weblog comment should fill a column…