If you were listening last weekend to BBC Radio 4's Sunday programme which goes out at 7am on a Sunday morning, you would have heard Dr Joe Shaw of St Benet's Hall in Oxford, defending the erection of a plaque to four Catholic martyrs in Oxford, an event which had taken place on the Saturday before. Ed Stourton, the redoubtable, Ampleforth-educated BBC journalist asked the customary neutral question at the beginning - so who were these men? - before he began what he appeared to see as his journalistic duty to sneer at what he strongly implied was Catholic jingoism. Joe made the point that these four martyrs were among the footsoldier Catholics of the period ... an interesting social observation, unless you have another agenda.
'Well, it's a long time ago, 1580, why do we need a memorial?' said Stourton. Cutting edge analysis this. In Joe's shoes, I might have been tempted to answer that a memorial is exactly what you need for things that happened a long time ago, but Joe was more diplomatic and referred to the recent beatification of the martyrs.
Beatification? 'So we had saints walking among us, did we?' might have been the next question. But no, Stourton wanted to get to his point which was that this plaque's unveiling was 'tribal'. I am delighted to think of the very un-PC gaffe that this observation represents; after all, tribal customs are pretty standard stuff on BBC programmes, but Oxfordshire tribes are supposed to be more enlightened ... as enlightened, it turned out, as The Tablet which Stourton had been dying to cite as the trumps-all intellekchual Catholics' guide to being in tune with the times. Joe spotted the ploy, and observed that when last week The Tablet criticised the erection of the plaque, they had quoted nobody who actually held to such a negative opinion ...
Now, call me naive, but good journalists are supposed to spot the difference between the editorial voice and the representation of the views of ordinary people. If a newspaper reports on ground-level opposition to something, then by all means let the journalists ask awkward questions. Stourton, however, had this remarkable reply:
'But deal with it nonetheless'.
Why, I thought? If this is not an issue which is important to the people of Oxford, why should Joe Shaw have to answer the the editorial line provided by The Tablet? Why wasn't Stourton interested in unpacking the social dimension represented by these martyrs, or why Catholics nowadays are getting bolder about such public manifestations of their convictions (which Stourton did raise to some extent later), or how many turned up at the blessing of the plaque? Why not all these issues, rather than the opinion columns in The Tablet?
Joe then tried to explain that there are all kinds of martyrs' memorials around Oxford, e.g. Cranmer's, clearly indicating that commemoration of one's predecessors' sacrifices is not a merely Catholic concern. But Stourton interrupted,
'So, it's "me too", is it?'
Stourton could not have made his meaning more clear if he had said, 'So, you're just a bunch of trivia-bound ninnies who feel left out, are you?' If he was being ironic, why? Whose views was he ironically expressing? Joe, a man of remarkable diplomatic powers, agreed, but observed that marking the spot of martyrdom was 'fair enough' for Catholics. I had a horrid vision of the days of Catholic forelock tugging,
"Yes, fair enough, gov'nor, don't want no trouble, just want me little plaque and for to say me prayers."
I think Joe would have been quite within his rights to reply, 'Reducing religious sensibilities to the level of childish obsession is a pretty sure fire way of promoting the kind of predjudice you have just been implying this plaque could provoke. Such hypocrisy might even deserve a plaque itself!'
Finally, Stourton, perhaps reflecting on how prejudiced he has just sounded, began a more reasonable line of questions, remarking objectively that most of the memorials went up in different times, and wondering what was behind the greater interest in martyrdom. Was it token journalism? Joe answered his point ably by remarking that in times of greater tension, such a memorial might not have been possible. But we've moved on since then ... well, except in The Tablet's editorial opinion. Token journalism, then? Who can tell? Who cared at that point? A colleague informed me in an email yesterday that Ed Stourton had kept Joe Shaw 'to the wider picture' ... 'Yes, dear colleague, as wide as prejudices get.
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So, I came home yesterday and sat down with my nephew (aged twenty) over a glass of wine and a few poems. Just for fun we're reading some poetry and writing our own every week, and, as luck would have it, his poem of yesterday (on this week's theme of 'Travel') rang the kind of bells that Stourton and The Tablet would no doubt associate with jingoistic Catholicism:
The Journey
He journeyed from a far off land,
His road was long and winding,
He stepped back on his native sand,
His mission’s vows were binding,
For though the dark was all around,
As the boat touched at the quay,
And the only rustled, muffled sound,
Came from a nearby tree,
Yet forces were abroad that night,
To propel this man to fame,
And well before the dawn’s first light,
The men from London came,
They pulled him off, he gave no fight,
They dragged him through the town,
His face in mud and blood was bright,
As the cart bumped up and down.
They hung him high and stretched him wide,
And cursed his journey long,
They split him then from side to side,
For all he had done wrong.
His head was mounted on a pole,
The queen’s most gory treat,
But the martyr’s life was whole,
His journey was complete.
Chris.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls, dear aging Stourton; it tolls for thee and for the tremulous Tablet.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
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7 comments:
I was at school with Stourton and was conscious at the time of how much extra support he was being given by Ampleforth than the average run of boys there. Like many recipients of a great deal of fortune and good luck, Ed believes it is all down to his innate abilities.
Still, if you want to learn next to nothing about the Catholic faith, go to Ampleforth. The Doms are so impossibly grand that they would see it as the greatest vulgarity to push any particular view, and the Catholic position least of all.
Thanks, Recusant. Are the monks there really that bad? Anyone out there with a different experience of Ampleforth? I'm afraid it's very much above my normal frame of reference.
Well they were; I was there (prep school included) from '67-'77.
In many ways it is a fine school. It resolutely believed in the values of a liberal education, in the sense of giving boys the tools and curiosity to educate themselves. The flip side of this was zero catechesis and a general 'God is love' ethos that never actually reached posited one view over another.
On top of that, as I say, at the time, 98% of the monks were Old Boys of the school and of the same class, with a strong smattering of old and grand recusants represented. Don't get me wrong. I love recusancy, hence my user name, but it does suffer from the faults of the English aristocracy generally as regards to what is vulgar, below the salt and excessively brash; and pushing your own faith is bound up in that.
We were also right in the middle of Basil Hume's abbotcy and V2 had effected him greatly. He believed that Catholicism had become a self-imprisoned faith and that the windows needed to be flung open to the world. I don't think he understood that the world wouldn't be interested in looking inside the windows, let alone deciding to come on in. Ed is the product of that attitude, and so was I until I managed to lose my practice of the faith and come back to it afresh.
Truth be told, however, I still can't lose the Ampleforth snobbery that makes me prefer any frightful liturgy in a working class church to the antics of what we can't help perceiving as a bunch of jumped-up grammar school oiks at the Brompton Oratory. Trying to hard, you see.
I think you have to be really English to understand that last remark! There is of course a virtue in being a little bit indifferent to form, but I take your point that Ampleforth made the mistake of thinking Gaudium et Spes meant Niceness and Fun. I wonder what it is like these days.
That's really annoying! Don't people understand culture heroes?
But I guess martyrs really are terribly unecumenical.
Please tell your nephew that I really liked his poem. I read it yesterday and I have come back to read it again today. By the way "today" is, for me, the Feast of All Saints and I will shortly be going out to morning Mass, which will be followed today, by Benediction. We always have Benediction after the 8-30 Mass on the first Saturday of the month.
JARay
Well done! Hits Stourton's rubbish in just the right places! God bless.
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