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Institutional Racism Or Damn Good Gig?

Here we face one of those interesting little conundrums. We have evidence – not the complete amount to be sure – of something. But what is it that we’ve got that evidence of? It is possible to read this in two very different ways. One is that London’s various police organisations are horribly racist and oppressive to anyone not shiny pink. Another is that someone’s got a taste of the compensation culture and would like some more. Our problem is that what we know is entirely consistent with either interpretation:

A Scotland Yard poster girl who successfully sued the force for racial discrimination has launched similar action against her new employers.

Former firearms police officer Carol Howard won a £37,000 payout after lodging a claim against the Met, but she is now suing the Independent Police Complaints Commission (IPCC) after accusing them of being “institutionally racist and corrupt”.

The 39 year-old told an employment tribunal that the watchdog frustrated inquiries in order to protect accused officers.

Ms Howard, of Coulsdon, Surrey, is seeking a £144,000 payout for alleged racial discrimination and victimisation during her six-month stint at the IPCC.

She told the tribunal: “The white managers I worked with are not independent and believe that their duty is not to investigate wrongdoing officers but to protect the reputation of the police force concerned and its senior officers in particular. They are corrupt.”

Given the past of the police I’m willing to believe either side of this. It most certainly was true – and no, this isn’t to talk about McPherson and institutional racism – that London’s police were corrupt, racist and in general a long way away from Peel’s thief takers. The point being they were, they could be again.

Then again we’ve those like Connie St. Louis and, well, any number of grievance studies people, who would claim racism because someone asked for a black coffee. We’re also aware that people respond to incentives and a year or two’s wages tax free – legal compensation is tax free – for winning a complaint is one of those, isn’t it?

My actual point here being that I don’t know. Not just because I’ve not access to more evidence, but because the well is so polluted by that grievance industry that I don’t think I ever will know.

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  • £144K for alleged "racism"...? Tell me again what the maximum level of compensation that a squaddie who's had both legs blown off is able to claim?

  • If everyone you meet all day is an ar$ehole, the ar$ehole is probably you. Unless you work for a French Oil Company I gather.

    She has been on a nice little earner. But she may well have a point. The child porn charge seems absurd. If the boyfriend wants to withdraw the beating complaint, then I don't see why the police should proceed. But on the other hand if it is retaliation against her earlier bullsh!t claims, I can well understand.

    All in all, it is a sad indication of the weakness of the British ruling class. They let themselves be shaken down by someone who is in the police for some inexplicable reason. Well not that inexplicable. She is Vibrant and yet imminently f*ckable. But she turned out to be an expensive Token pin up girl. That will cost us all.

  • The IPCC has a point. The last thing they need is an investigation looking like it is biased in any way, they have enough difficulty persuading the public and police they are independent and disinterested without their investigators having sued one of the parties being investigated.

  • If everyone you meet all day is an ar$ehole, the ar$ehole is probably you. Unless you work for a French Oil Company I gather.

    FIFY

  • I was asked recently by a commentator on me blog to explain what motivated me to write it. I have given this some thought and in the spirit of twatting on timmy i will offer an explanation.

    It was some time ago that the Guardian described me as an ‘anti-poverty campaigner and tax expert’. That summarises what many seem to think about my work but it does not get to the core of my motivation. What motivates me is my disquiet with inequality. In saying that I do not just mean economic inequality, however important that might be, but all unequal treatment of people.

    I have no doubt as to the origin of this concern. It stems from the fact that fifteen minutes after I was born my twin arrived in the world. I have no idea what it is like to not be a twin: I have only ever been one, and of the many influences on my life I think this fact, and my twin himself, are amongst the biggest.

    I have in a very real sense never been alone. I shared a womb (I am wont to call him my ‘womb-mate’). We no doubt shared new baby parent attention. We slightly lost our individual identities together, because we were, inevitably, ‘the twins’. And I have no problem with any of that. He is, quite literally, my partner in life.

    But he also introduced me to the reality of discrimination. We are not identical. We did not share all talents equally: both of us have skills that the other could usefully have had a bit more of. One consequence was that at the age of 11 I went to a grammar school. And my twin did not.

    I hated the injustice of that. Overnight I was radicalised. That was in 1969. In the 1970 general election I argued long and hard for the re-election of Harold Wilson so that Labour’s commitment to comprehensive education could be delivered. Nothing, in my opinion, could justify the discrimination of the eleven plus and the difference in resources allocated to the future education of each of us, or the constraint on opportunity that for far too many that exam imposed. I saw the hurt it caused. I understood the sense of pain. I also hurt. And I perceived injustice and after that I would never be the same again.

    What was glaringly obvious to me was that my twin and I were of equal worth. I was angry then that anyone might suggest otherwise. I remain angry now whenever it is suggested that some have more innate worth than others. Discrimination in all its forms, as I became increasingly aware of it, was something that cut me to the quick.

    I was early on aware of racism and my father’s fears about integration because of his Irish background.

    I learned of feminism from an early girlfriend who rocked the beliefs on the role of women my mother had taught me.

    Prejudice on the grounds of sexual orientation arose close to home - and were immensely difficult in the 70s.

    And my parents always made me acutely aware of poverty, and the impact it had on their own childhood’s.

    Other awareness followed.

    Nothing has ever stopped my concern with these issues. Even when I realised that I was fascinated by everything to do with business I was never persuaded that this required me to abandon my principles. I have explained before now that I realised in my first year as an undergraduate that most of what I was being taught about business and motivation was pure drivel - largely because I began working for an accountant during my summer holiday when I was 17 and appreciated that the clients I met and whose accounts I was preparing were not profit maximising and had no idea how they might achieve that. My search for alternatives to the economics I was being taught began then.

    That search very quickly led me to the environmental movement. I perceived pretty early on that considering the planet was no more than an extension of consideration for others - which by then was driving my politics. It seemed obvious to me that caring for the environment was simply taking the generations to come into account in the decisions we make, and this concern for others was, I thought, an innate part of being human that only training and indoctrination could overrule.

    That belief has also permeated my religious thinking. I rejected the patrician, evangelical views of my parents. I became a Quaker around the age of 40. I have no clue whether there is a life after death. I have almost no concern as to whether or not there was a virgin birth, a physical resurrection or a feeding of the 5,000. What mattered was the radical message of Jesus the teacher - that he came to give good news to the poor and that we must treat our neighbours as ourselves. I stress that I am quite convinced these opinions can be held without religious faith and I seek to convert no one. But at the same time belief in these fundamental messages is, I think, a matter of faith nonetheless, even if I think that belief evidence based.

    There is a significance to both beliefs that defines the way I view the world. I find the selfish isolationism that underpins too much of conventional economic thinking (whatever some conventional economists wish to say) incomprehensible and alien to what I see as the real human condition.

    That is why I cannot also accept the view of the rational, profit maximising corporation. I do not believe that the the empathic individual who turns up at work can lose their innately human empathic capacity in the their workplace, at least not without significant strain arising and indoctrination occurring. And I think that to demand either is wrong, and the dictate of a cult (I use that word rather than culture deliberately) that denies the reality of the people we are.

    But when it comes down to it, the reason why I do this is that I realise I have never been an individual as such. I have only ever existed in relationship with others. That realisation started with my twin, whose company I still share and enjoy quite often despite the fact that we are very different men. The unfair treatment of him at 11 changed me. I have no regrets about that. It made me realise that for all our differences from all other people - which we are meant to appreciate, cherish and enjoy - we are at heart in this world together with a duty towards each other that we have to fulfil with whatever talent and ability we have to offer at whatever point we are in life.

    Of course I do that imperfectly. And I am all too aware that I get things wrong. But my sense that there is injustice that can be put right is what drives me. And when some seek to institutionalise that injustice in ways the reinforce discrimination and prejudice, for whatever reason, then I am incensed. The result is that I wake up every morning thinking that maybe, just maybe, today is the day when things might just get better. And if all I can do to achieve that goal is to write a blog post before breakfast then that’s what I will do.

  • Twat

    "Whilst having a shite and pondering as to how I dump something utterly irrelevant to the thread"

    Sure, if you say so.

  • If she’s claiming they are protecting the reputation of the force as a whole (regardless of race/creed/gender etc.) than how is that racist, corrupt yes

  • Tim,
    Can you please talk to your technical wizards about getting an "ignore" button for the comments section?

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