Saturday, 7 January 2012

Protocol

For some reason I just snapped. I'm deeply intolerant of tailgating at the best of times, but I was in the middle of overtaking and this idiot drove up behind me flashing his lights and riding my bumper. I'm not proud of myself, but I braked hard and flipped him the vees. I didn't feel any better about it afterwards either, I felt like I'd confirmed a bunch of national stereotypes, whereas the other guy was just a bad driver. I could make all sorts of crass points about French temperament based on my observations of a single drive through freezing fog on the French autoroutes a few days after Christmas, but I would know them to be just that: crassly generalised observations. France probably has just as many crap drivers as the UK, so any inclination to ascribe a national character to some bad driving would say more about me than anything else. Conversely I couldn't get over the feeling that I had misrepresented my country and fed a growing national stereotype: the obstructive, self-interested Englishman. I wanted to catch the guy up and say, "I'm not another David Cameron, I genuinely was doing what I felt was necessary to make a point about road safety." But even as I write that, I realise that I would sound exactly like David Cameron: I chucked away a pile of international prestige to make a childish point that did nothing to advance my cause. Obviously my motoring indiscretion won't have as long lasting or far reaching effects, but it is perhaps a useful metaphor that I can milk for all it's worth. Of course it only works if you think that Cameron's recent willy waving exercise in Brussels was about doing what he thought was right, or just about making a childish point. The two are not mutually exclusive; like my brake-in-your-face gesture, Cameron could have been making a very dangerous, very childish point about something he believed in.
It's usually hard to know what any English politician really believes in when it comes to Europe, as they're constantly trying to ride the line of public hysteria whipped up by endless Eurosceptic rhetoric from our national press, whilst not totally alienating their European counterparts. Not so David Cameron, he doesn't worry about upsetting the Europeans, because when it comes to the crunch, they'll respect his integrity and listen to him. Sure thing Dave.
I should state my own position in all this: I am ideologically pro-European. Like Churchill, I believe that greater European integration is inherently a good thing. However, the EU as it exists now is a horribly distorted and dysfunctional institution that requires root and branch reform. How did it get this way? It's mostly our fault: if the UK had taken the sort of role in Europe that De Gaulle had feared we would, it would certainly not be the two horse race that it has become. It would probably be more efficient as well. I believe in a Europe with Britain at the centre of it, not sat in the slow lane making rude gestures as it passes is by.
In declaring myself pro-European, I realise that I am in the minority amongst my countrymen. That is not to say that the English (and it is the English - an independent Scotland would be a much more integrated part of the EU) are all avowed Eurosceptics, but we do have a funny relationship with Europe. It must stem at least partly from our island nation status (again something that's never bothered the Scots), which is bound up with all sorts of strange notions we got from having an empire (50+ years ago). If we could think beyond the concept of being in charge of other nations - which, like it or not, is still the English ideal of foreign relations - we might be able to see how a functioning relationship as a major player in Europe might work. Of course it wouldn't be plain sailing, there are always vested interests, and the French in particular would take exception to a stronger Anglo-Saxon influence, which in itself should be a good enough reason for most Englishmen to want to do it. In fact it is possible that one of the reasons the French are always pushing for greater integration is that they know it'll upset the English and ensure they don't want to get involved in any way other than a briefly obstructive one that leaves us in the slow lane fuming: it is the diplomatic equivalent of tailgating us and flashing their lights. It works every time, none more so than this time. Once again a British politician has returned from the continent banging on about principles and claiming to have got what they want whilst having achieved nothing concrete and given their opponents all the cards.
One of the problems is that it's hard to claim that we've got what we want when we don't know what we want. It appears that we're not keen to pull out into the fast lane and race ahead of the French. Stretching the metaphor as far as it will go, we want to lead all the other cars onto another road at the next junction. This is simply not going to happen: every other country sees greater integration as a natural part of their membership of the EU. The English on the other hand are unlikely to ever be happy with such an idea. This means we have to face the reality of our situation: we have probably blown our chance of having a Europe that is sufficiently to our tastes, so we are left with the option of either using our waning influence to modify the extremes of EU legislation, or withdraw altogether and be like Norway - the only European country to comply with all EU legislation because they need to.
Unfortunately if my little car journey is any indicator, the signs are not good. Shortly after my altercation with the Frenchman, I got on the train and came back to Britain.

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