Not only this, but the BBC had their very own victim of this abominable patriarchy: A poor innocent woman. Who needed a jury?
A decade ago, so the story goes, certain male police officers had infiltrated one or two left-wing groups whereupon they had formed relationships with certain female activists.
The charge of subterfuge seemed hard to deny. Acting under some form of orders – though precisely what form those orders took, has never been established – officers were accused of forming exploitative relationships with these women – at least that’s what the women said.
Most often heard was the accusation that the women had been ‘lead on.’ Some believed they were in genuine long-term relationships, apparently.
The upshot came in apologies from the Met and a feeding frenzy of lawyers eager to monetarise their client’s grief. An open and shut case.
Last night another alleged victim came out of the woodwork. And the BBC of course, treated her with due reverence.
She had met her undercover cop during a Stop the March War. It had been love at first sight; He’d promised her roses, even visited her parents! The lady in question would have us believe she’d been swept off her feet by this dashing officer. Perhaps she had. Who could tell?
But experience tells me that relationships are a little bit more complex than this lady was describing. With compensation claims hanging in the air, I wanted to at least hear the other side of the story. Yes, there are always two sides to every story, though such a revelation would no doubt strike the BBC as rather quaint.
Did the lady in question pursue the officer at all? I mean women do, sometimes. How exactly did the relation progress? According to the lady it was a rather old fashioned type of relationship: She, the blushing innocent maiden; He, the ardent, lover promising the world. It had lasted for two years, she said. Wedding bells were in the air, she said.
At one point she revealed that the officer had indeed proposed marriage. But had he? Although I would never condone such duplicity, I did want to hear the other side – just in the interests of balance you understand. Had he really proposed marriage?
Yes, because the victim said so.
“We were inseparable,” she told a BBC interviewer who so obviously shared her pain. In the next breath: “He was away at weekends and lots of other times through his work.” It turns out the officer was married and had a child.
All this happened over ten years ago. “Although Mrs X is married and now has a family she says the incident has left her scarred,” hurriedly reported the journalist. You could almost hear the lawyers circling above.
Is it too much to ask to hear both sides of a story? I mean just because you believe you are on the moral high ground doesn’t necessarily mean that is the case. Am I the only one a little worried by the concept of trial by TV – especially when it’s the BBC acting as judge and jury?
Sometimes I wonder where we are heading. I mean why go to the trouble of hearing a counter-argument when you are so sure you are right? Just a waste of everybody’s time.
OK, so it doesn’t look good from the officer’s point of view, but before placing the black cap on our sanctimonious scalps, I’d at least want to hear some form of defence, even if only to corroborate just one of the accusations.
We heard an awful lot from the prosecution in this VT but not a squeak from the defence.
Or perhaps the BBC think there are some cases when there is no defence? Based on a single witness testimony?
If so, then they wouldn’t be poles apart from their much admired comrade Stalin. Hundreds of thousands went to their deaths without trial or due process such was the Russian dictator’s certitude. Evidence? Who needed evidence? Guilt, after all, is guilt. He knew he was right.
And then there’s also the small matter of the compensation culture out of which this claim has sprung. I mean there’s plenty of ‘incentives’ for the woman in question to paint a picture of blushing young maid seduced by a nasty cop is there not? Thousands of them.
If the officer and his employers are guilty as accused then their actions were indeed despicable. The only problem is that with the BBC acting as moral guardians then it’s goodbye nuance and hello bias. How will we ever know the full story? We won’t.
All of which brings to Twitter.
Firstly, I have to confess I was feeling a bit bored. Just watching Newsnight these days is enough to induce somnolence. It’s one way traffic: victims and their (white) male oppressors and naught in between. Yawn.
So I turned to Twitter. Might be fun I thought to bate a few virtue signallers. Yes I know. Shouldn’t have bothered, but hey nobody’s perfect.
Sure enough in the light of the Newsnight report out of hundreds of social justice warriors who had taken to the Social Media sight to tweet their ‘outage’ at the police tactics, one in particular caught my eye: “I feel sick at the whole affair,” announced the tweeter.
I wished him a speedy recovery.
“Oh I’ll get better, which is more than I can say for you – you cunt.”
Oops. A dilemma: To press home my advantage or leave things as they stood? A quick look at the Twitter profile of my friend revealed him to be a student. This was going to be soooo easy. I couldn’t resist. Like I said, it was late and I was bored.
If I paraphrase said tweets I do hope the reader will forgive me. For some reason my opponent had deleted all tweets pertaining to the ‘conversation’ by the morrow. Can’t think why. Now thoroughly enjoying this spot of late night tweeting, I replied with:
“You’ll get better? So they’ve actually found a cure for narcissism? Impressed!”
A break. My opponent I assume was thinking of a suitably witty retort. He came up with:
“Just to clarify, you’re supporting police exploitation tactics and misogyny, twat?”
Putting words in my mouth and insults. Victory was surely mine. Should I close out the game or keep this undergraduate dangling on the hook? I decided to press ahead, although I have to confess I felt like a cat must feel when faced with a tiny dormouse.
“Twat, cunt - do wish you’d make up yr mind. Suggest you go suck thumb in a ‘safe space.’
And with that my tormentor must have taken my advice for heard from him again I did not. I have to admit to being a wee bit disappointed. I was just getting warmed up. But all was not lost: After all, had I not inadvertently invented a new sport? Student-baiting on Twitter.
Next time you’re bored, why not give it a go? It’s rather fun.
Review: Newsnight: BBC2 January 6th, 2015