All anyone could think about was clothes. As the members of the first Labour Cabinet prepared to collect their seals of office — having formed a government 100 years ago today — the gravity of the occasion was almost lost amid sartorial consternations. As only a few of the new Ministers of the Crown had previous ministerial experience, most lacked the requisite dress. Conscious of this, King George V set aside the usual requirements. John Wheatley, an Irish-born miner and the incoming Minister for Health, defiantly wore a ten-year-old lounge suit. Most of his colleagues, however, did their best to conform. A press photographer captured the “arrival on foot of the tall lanky figure of Noel Buxton and the short Sidney Webb with his nanny-goat beard, both clad in knee breeches and evening dress, white shirt and tails”. Labour Left-wingers were outraged, while the future Labour Chancellor Hugh Dalton thought the duo looked “ridiculous”.
Fashion is never just about utility, and these first-day uniform anxieties would come to symbolise all the tensions at the heart of the first Labour government, all its neuroses of class, radicalism and ideological purity. To whom did it owe allegiance: its working-class roots, its intellectuals or its own party machine? Some of its members simply wanted to disprove Winston Churchill’s notorious assertion that they weren’t “fit to govern”, conforming to the standards of previous administrations in order to establish a beachhead in the British Establishment. Others were more impatient. They wanted to demonstrate that a socialist government owed more to its voters than dressing up. Ramsay MacDonald, the illegitimate son of a farmhand who had the previous day kissed hands as Prime Minister, belonged in the former camp. In an interview with the New Leader, he turned the argument against his critics:
“I have known people who showed vanity by the clumsiness of their clothes. A tattered hat and a red tie, a tone of voice and religious repetition of Marxian phrases, may be as indicative of a man who has sold himself to appearances as the possession of a ceremonial dress to enable him to attend ceremonies which are historical parts of his duties.”
As Ethel Snowden (Chancellor Philip’s wife) observed in The Spectator, had ministers attended Court functions “in hobnailed boots, with unwashed faces and collarless shirts”, they would “quickly have [attracted] deserved contempt and ignominy”. Meanwhile, MacDonald himself could see the bigger picture. And his account of a historic day betrayed both his shock at what had just happened, as well as his apprehension at what was to come: “Without fuss, the firing of guns, the flying of new flags, the Labour Gov[ernmen]t has come in… Now for burdens & worries. Our greatest difficulties will be to get to work. Our purposes need preparation, & during preparation we shall appear to be doing nothing – and to our own people to be breaking our pledges.”
This was prescient. Over the next nine months Britain’s first Labour Prime Minister would find himself battling on a number of fronts: for acceptance by voters, co-operation with not one but two opposition parties in Parliament (Liberals and Conservatives) and most of all for support from his own colleagues, many of whom were deeply uneasy that a party with only 191 MPs had taken office at all.
The Labour Party as represented in Parliament was complex. Its structure betrayed its chaotic inception, more a fusion of local bodies and ideological factions than a combined party under a unitary authority. The civil servant Percy Grigg described a “Trade Union element”, which was more interested in moderate “bread and butter” politics than the abstract economic and social doctrine favoured by the party’s faction of “intellectuals”. And this second grouping included both former Liberals and those who had emerged from the Independent Labour Party (ILP), a separate but affiliated group. Grigg called the ILP-ers “Montagnards” after the most radical political group during the French Revolution, and remarked they followed “the lead of the Clyde in Scotland and Mr. [George] Lansbury in England”. Inclined to be unhappy at the moderation displayed by the trade unionists and intellectuals, the Montagnards would only be satisfied with the building of the New Jerusalem.
But for their political opponents and the press, Labour was singular, lumped together as the “wild men”. As it would turn out, they were far from wild, and that was part of their problem. After two months in government, Ramsay MacDonald — consumed by international as well as domestic affairs — grew concerned at the failure of his backbenchers to respond adequately to the “new conditions”. Some of what he called the “disappointed ones” had become “as hostile as though they were not of us”. He was thinking of malcontents like E. D. Morel, the campaigning journalist, and George Lansbury, a future Labour leader. “I am thoroughly distressed about the Party,” Lansbury had told Beatrice Webb in the middle of March:
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SubscribeThe Labour Party might not be revolutionary, and its Leftism may be calculated to be somewhat palatable, but it is still unacceptably radical. It has always been too radical, from the very beginning right down to this very day. Keith Starmer, Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Clement Atlee, Tony Benn, and David Milbank are no less unacceptably radical and leftist than Jeremy Corbyn, Leon Trotsky, Vladimir Lenin, Joseph Stalin, Alexander Kerensky, Fritz Ebert, David Lloyd George, Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels themselves, or Gracchus Babeuf, Maximilien Robespierre, and even the Girondist regicides.
I might have more faith in your knowledge of these things if you could spell Attlee correctly. And who is David Milbank? Do you mean Miliband?
Yes. The 20 year modern Progressive Party State forged by the EU and entrenched here by the (seemingly moderate/reformist) Blair revolution IS trultly radical. It has seen party politics become an irrelevance. The captured power structures of the UK State – law, media, regulatory Blob, academia, public sector and civil service – been violently transformed in the last decade by mainly C21st ideologies. Net Zero eco extremism and degrowth are coupled with nasty last century class war and anti capitalism and the imported toxic mania of equality and identitarianism – and these are now the missions of the State. This is unprecedented. Revolutionary. Look at Starmer today. Hailing the mad bigots at National Trust; still intent on the destruction of elite education and his insane Biden Bailout Wet dream attached to ludicrous Gosplan targets. This is all going to hurt.
It’s Keir Starmer, not Keith. And Starmer is a leader more in tune with Ramsay Macdonald rather than with David Lloyd George – and even less in tune with the Marxists. I note that the other clumsy errors regarding names and spelling have already been pointed out by another commenter.
If the Labour party was any less radical, it would be indistinguishable from the Tory party. There would be no point in its existence, the country would be without an opposition party to hold the government to account, and we would have permanent dictatorship by the Tory party. Maybe that’s what you want, but it isn’t democracy.
Well at least we know now…like the Communist Party of the Soviet Union… they today govern as a class of ideological progressives in their own self interest by occupying the regulatory State machine beyond Showpony Westminster. Indifferent and hostile to ‘racist’ privileged white native people, they debauch our laws by bowing to non whites and militant isla. They seek to prosper via the rigged property market while consciously impoverishing the rest of us due to their hatred of us,& enterprise capitalism and their kneeling to the deranged eco degrowth cult. I prefer Ramsay.
Mercifully nobody mentioned that yesterday was the centenary of the death of one Vladimir LENIN.
Are you sure? The Spectator has run a couple of pieces about Lenin and his legacy.
I meant on ‘the gilded pages of UnHerd’.
Lenin’s lesson for Western liberals – UnHerd
A couple of days early, but still…
And the commencement of effective government under one Josef STALIN.
Indeed!
Martin McGuinness (IRA and Sinn Fein), after a long campaign against the British, finally met Queen Elizabeth wearing White Tie and tails. Do all political careers end in sellout?
Martin McGuinness first met the Queen in the foyer of the Lyric Theatre, Belfast, while I was working there, rehearsing “The Importance of Being Earnest”.
A Dublin actor in our cast was selected to meet her (hands across the Border, I suppose).
Martin said something polite in Irish and they shook hands.
It was a very big thing.
In view of the assassination of the old paedophile Mountbatten, it seems odd but apparently true that it was Buck House that insisted, against the advice of Downing Street.
After that, an invitation to the Palace was a mere formality.
Diplomatic relations had been established.
Martin got a lot of stick in West Belfast when he agreed to attend a banquet in a monkey suit.
He simply pointed out that it marked the recognition of Sinn Féin by the Head of State as a significant player.
And he raised his glass to toast Her Majesty not as his Queen, but out of pure politeness, as his hostess.
Sellout? I can see none in Sinn Féin graciously accepting recognition from your Establishment that it simply cannot be ignored!
Martin McGuinness was a proud member of the IRA.
He was also an extremely accomplished statesman, forging a relationship with Ian Paisley which arguably nobody else could have done.
Sellout? I don’t think so.
CENSORED.
Perhaps the reason Martin McGuinness and Ian Paisley got on so well was because beneath all the ‘froth’ they were both Ulstermen, born and bred?
You are spot on about Mountbatten incidentally, a truly revolting piece of work.
I also seem to recall that during ‘internment’ in 1971, acting on the so called ‘intelligence’ of the B Specials*, the forces of the Crown raided the home of Martin McGuiness’s father. Unfortunately at that stage in life he was confined to a wheelchair and somewhat asthmatic. His son Martin put up ‘punchy’ resistance but was pummelled to the kitchen floor whilst his ailing farther was dragged out in the aforementioned wheelchair.
Not a good day for the Crown.
(* The ‘W*ffen SS’ of the Royal Ulster Constabulary or RUC.)
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McGuinness was a terrorist and a murderer. The only time I raised a glass to him was to celebrate his demise
Looks like a brilliant book.
Splitters!