Ireland has nearly 450,000 people out of work. Emigration seems — once again — to be draining the brightness out of our future.
Our
tottering, patched-up health system is dangerously dysfunctional. There
are a record number of people in mortgage difficulties or negative
equity. The frightening chasm between national income and expenditure
means we have to borrow something around €50m every working day to pay
basic housekeeping bills. Our escalating suicide rate is amongst the
very highest in Europe. Swathes of private sector workers, though not
their public sector counterparts, face a genteel poverty in retirement
because of shattered pension expectations. On top of all that we are
ensnared in an never-ending and increasingly bitter cultural war over
abortion. And, as a kind of icing on the cake, a report yesterday
recorded that we are amongst Europe’s heaviest cocaine users.
We face stiffening opposition to how we tax international business and
that may cost even more precious jobs and foreign investment. Then
there’s the fodder crisis and let’s not even mention the weather.
Despite all of that our parliament has decided that the travails, the
inappropriate behaviour of Justice Minister Alan Shatter, is the
pressing issue of the day and deserves parliament’s undivided attention.
It is unquestionable that Mr Shatter has behaved in an
entirely wrong way. His insider dealing, intentional or otherwise, in
regard to Deputy Mick Wallace’s brush with traffic regulations was
wrong, but the moment his party and coalition colleagues took the
hear-no-evil, see-no-evil high ground the affair no longer involved just
two politicians but rather our Government, our entire political system
and culture — not to mention the Garda commissioner.
Had
Taoiseach Enda Kenny, as he should have done, acknowledged that Mr
Shatter’s behaviour was wrong, and said that he had dealt firmly with
the matter it would probably have ended there and then. However, the
blind, Pavlovian circling of the wagons played straight into the hands
of those who see some dividend in the slapstick, Punch-and-Judy politics
we were once assured were a thing of the past. A comparatively trivial —
compared to our other difficulties at least — matter had been pushed
from the fringes of political life right to centre stage.
And
the Government has only itself to blame. By offering their opponents the
oxygen of a smug, mega-majority-style rebuff when contrition would have
been more appropriate they threw fuel on the flames. That those flames
were fanned by a Fianna Fáil struggling manfully and oh so righteously
with a newfound commitment to probity makes the saga even more tragic,
disheartening and dowdy.
It is said that you get the
politicians you deserve and history seems to confirm that. It is also
true that commentary on politics and politicians can seem relentlessly
negative, but when politicians behave as tribally, as loose with the
kind of standards that protect public life and confidence, as they have
done in this instance, then that is the only kind of commentary that
seems appropriate. It is said too, with some justification, that we
expect far too much of and from politicians. It would, however, be an
empowering, uplifting change if they expected — and demanded — more of
themselves.
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