- Mon Nov 05, 2018 1:18 pm #558061
Just noticed the full article on the Mail Online and his speech in full which is more than a little bit ranty:
He isn't looked well at all, in my opinion. I suppose we don't see many photos of him but I'm sure he's aged a lot since last photos I saw of him:
He isn't looked well at all, in my opinion. I suppose we don't see many photos of him but I'm sure he's aged a lot since last photos I saw of him:
Monopolistic tech giants that give 'succour to terrorists and paedophiles' will be broken up after years of being 'arrogantly unaccountable', Ex-Daily Mail editor Paul Dacre warns as he gets lifetime achievement award
Monopolistic tech companies who churn out 'fake news' and provide 'succour to terrorists and paedophiles' will be broken up and reformed after years of being 'arrogantly unaccountable', former Daily Mail editor Paul Dacre has warned.
Mr Dacre, who is Chairman and Editor-in-Chief of Associated Newspapers, has predicted that companies such as Google, Facebook and Apple will be regulated in Britain like the press.
The celebrated journalist, 69, who edited the Daily Mail for 26 years, spoke out as he was given the Society of Editors' first ever lifetime achievement award at its annual conference in Manchester last night.
Mr Dacre used his lecture to criticise tech giants who have crept into journalism without taking on any of the responsibilities of regulated publishers.
He said these companies have freely 'churned out fake news, tried to rig elections, invaded citizens’ privacy on a cosmic scale, provided succour to terrorists and paedophiles, devastated our high streets, and, oh yes, made billions but paid barely any taxes'.
And he believes this vacuum allowed them to be an 'unregulated, defiantly anarchic, arrogantly unaccountable, awesomely ubiquitous digital monster which regarded itself as above the law'.
Predicting what these businesses face in the future he said: 'The internet giants will be regulated and, after all, why shouldn’t the juggernauts have the same responsibilities as newspapers.
'But the ultimate solution – as with the oil barons in the last century – is to break them up. Their monopolistic power is too great and that fundamental human characteristic – the need for privacy against the industrial scale theft of our data – will reassert itself'.
Mr Dacre also used his keynote speech to predict the long-term diminishing influence of the BBC because of the rise in streaming giants.
He also blasted the UK's 'liberal Brexit- hating media' who he said 'haven’t a clue what real people in Britain are thinking'.
MailOnline and the majority of UK news websites are members of Independent Press Standards Organisation (IPSO) - but tech companies and social networks such as Google, Apple and Facebook are not.
The Government is currently considering how to shape the future of internet regulation and there are rumours that they want set up a brand new regulator.
Although sources have claimed Ofcom may be given some or all of the powers because of the amount of time and cash needed to set up a brand new body.
Mr Dacre said that that one of the Leveson Inquiry's greatest of failures was its fixation with newspapers - an 'entire industry judged guilty' as a result of the ‘disgusting, immoral and unethical’ hacking of phones by the News of the World, The Sun and the Mirror.
He told the Society of Editors: 'The greatest indictment of Leveson – whose remit the Prime Minister told the House would include broadcasting and social media – was that he devoted just 14 out of the 2,000 pages in his report to the internet'.
He said the Leveson Inquiry was set up as an 'over-reaction by a Prime Minister trying to save his skin after his insistence, against all advice, on taking a crooked, disgraced News of the World Editor to No 10 as his media adviser' - a reference to jailed and disgraced former journalist Andy Coulson.
In an extraordinary address he also criticised 'the liberal Brexit hating media', specifically 'the BBC with its vast with its compulsory licence fee'.
Predicting the corporation's future he said: 'The BBC subsidariat will diminish in power as the streaming giants undermine the licence fee. And because nature abhors a vacuum, a right-of-centre TV network will one day take root in this country'.
Mr Dacre also spoke out against 'the Guardian with its bottomless Scott Trust coffers, and the Independent with its ex KGB boss’s billions'.
He said this 'liberal Brexit- hating media' and the BBC are 'one of the greatest problems we have in restoring trust is that when it comes to the mainstream press'.
He added: 'I’m proud of editing a paper for 26 years, that didn’t hack phones, kept rigid boundaries between Editorial and Advertising, and, with a brilliant management team, made billions in profits enabling me to employ superb journalists, commission costly investigations and launch new products like Metro and MailOnline, creating countless new jobs for journalists'.
Giving support to the current Prime Minister, who he called a 'decent woman', he said: 'In Westminster, the Echo Chamber has decided that Brexit is doomed and that the terminally incompetent Theresa May is toast which is why the last rites are gleefully read over her every other day. Earlier this month, she was pronounced so dead that I’m surprised she was able to get up in the morning.
'She is, of course, still here and will, I predict, take the Tories into the next election.
'But the problem with the Echo Chamber is that its inhabitants increasingly haven’t a clue what real people in Britain, outside the M25, are thinking.
'I’ll tell you what those people aren’t talking about. They aren’t obsessing about the “Me Too” movement or Transgender rights or equal pay for BBC women journalists. And they do actually rather like Mrs May whom they think is a decent woman trying to do her best in very difficult circumstances'.
Mr Dacre announced in June he would step back from day-to-day editing of teh Daily Mail by his 70th birthday in mid-November.
Mr Dacre has taken on broader challenges as Chairman and Editor-in-Chief of Associated Newspapers, publisher of the Daily Mail, Mail on Sunday and Metro newspapers and the MailOnline and Metro.co.uk websites.
Mr Dacre, who will continue to advise Lord Rothermere, was hailed by the proprietor for his ‘brilliant stewardship’ of the Mail and called the 'greatest editor of his generation'.
Last month he was named Britain’s first ever Journalist Laureate by the London Press Club for excellence and leadership in Journalism.
'Digital monster that regards itself as above the law': Full Society of Editors speech by Paul Dacre who slams 'unaccountable' tech giants
It was 10 years ago this week that I made my last speech to the Society of Editors annual conference. And what a tumultuous – and, in many cases, distressing – decade it has been for all of us here tonight.
In those years, two newspapers have closed, the right-wing Daily Express and left-wing Daily Mirror have become corporate bed mates and national daily newspaper sales have halved – I repeat halved – down from just under 11 million copies a day to 5.4 million.
National Sunday newspapers have fared even worse falling from 11.5 million to 4.8 million. Meanwhile, more than 200 local papers have closed.
And yet, we’re here still, still punching way above our weight. Still setting the news agenda for the broadcasters, who rarely miss a chance to denigrate our industry.
Yes, still here. Still causing trouble and controversy. Still infuriating politicians, mandarins, quangocrats, local authorities and, of course, the rich and powerful who, as we’ve recently seen, are still being aided and abetted by a judiciary that, sadly, doesn’t seem to understand the pure silliness of granting gagging injunctions in a digital age.
Two great issues, I would suggest, have dominated – tortured might a better word – the minds of our industry over the decade.
First, the internet. Relentlessly, its algorithms plunder our hard earned journalism and advertising. Relentlessly, we’re told how – in that hackneyed cliché du jour – it poses “an existential threat” to our industry.
Academics flounder as they attempt to define what constitutes news and journalism in a digital age while in the real world newspaper reporters carry on doing the real work of trying to tell the truth and sometimes dying for it.
The other great issue of the past decade has been the Leveson Inquiry – that massive misjudgement and over-reaction by a Prime Minister trying to save his skin after his insistence, against all advice, on taking a crooked, disgraced News of the World Editor to No 10 as his media adviser.
Today, it is not fanciful to suggest that Leveson – in which an entire industry was judged guilty and had to prove its innocence – was a calculated attempt by the Establishment to control the one sector of the media it couldn’t regulate either through licence or statutory body: a bloody-minded and occasionally profoundly irresponsible newspaper industry.
Nor is it fanciful to suggest this was pay-back time. Pay-back by a political class badly scalded in the expenses imbroglio. Pay-back by an increasingly politicised Whitehall constantly assailed by the press for its incompetence and unaccountability.
And pay-back by a newly activist judiciary smarting over constant press attacks on their often controversial interpretations of the Human Rights Act prompting charges that judges, not Parliament, were creating a privacy law.
Now, let’s not forget that one of Leveson’s proposals to deal with the press was to involve OFCOM – a crass idea that was rightly quickly rejected by the politicians.
But his most controversial recommendation was that a form of extortion be used to force us to sign-up to what was effectively statutory regulation.
The notion that newspapers, which didn’t comply, would be forced to pay exemplary damages if they lost a libel action and faced paying the other side’s costs even if they won was, in retrospect, a preposterous inversion of justice and I never imagined I would live in a country where the Second Chamber would back such nonsense.
But the greatest indictment of Leveson – whose remit the Prime Minister told the House would include broadcasting and social media – was that he devoted just 14 out of the 2,000 pages in his report to the internet.
Now, it is truism that generals and politicians always fight the last war. So do judges…
Leveson, fixated by the press, and like so many of his ilk, out of touch with the real world, seemed oblivious to the fact that the newspaper industry – which for centuries had played a significant part in our democratic process and was already subject to 50 bits of law affecting media freedom – was terminally ill.
Its very life blood was being sucked out by an utterly unregulated, defiantly anarchic, arrogantly unaccountable, awesomely ubiquitous digital monster which regarded itself as above the law, churned out fake news, tried to rig elections, invaded citizens’ privacy on a cosmic scale, provided succour to terrorists and paedophiles, devastated our high streets, and, oh yes, made billions but paid barely any taxes.
In his book, Breaking News, the former Guardian Editor, Alan Rusbridger, describes in homeric terms, his and his reporter Nick Davies’s role in exposing phone hacking which he declares was our industry’s Enron, our Volkswagen, our sub-prime crisis.
But is that fair?
Countless people didn’t lose their life savings because of the News of the World. Thousands didn’t die prematurely from diesel fumes because of the Sunday Mirror. And Britain didn’t suffer eight years of financial distress because of the Sun.
Now let’s be unequivocal: phone hacking, though restricted to only two newspaper groups, shamed our whole industry. It was disgusting, immoral and unethical.
But more than anything, phone hacking was illegal. It should have been dealt with forcibly by the police and the fact that it wasn’t is, I have always believed, far more worrying than the criminality itself.
But hacking, terrible as it was, was not a reason to jettison press freedom. Nor was it a reason to justify the drip, drip, drip denigration of the British press, that is still so prevalent in the liberal media today.
I have referred before to my school English master’s loathing of one of my favourite authors, Graham Greene. “If Greene saw a lamp post”, he would declare, referring to the Catholic writer’s obsession with sin and fallen man, “he would only see the dog dirt at the base and not the illuminating light at the top.”
And today, one of the greatest problems we have in restoring trust is that when it comes to the mainstream press, the liberal Brexit- hating media – and, let’s be frank, in their eyes, the Referendum result was further proof of the malignancy of euro-sceptic newspapers – only ever see the bottom of the lamp post and remain determinedly, and I would say self-interestedly, oblivious to the good newspapers do.
Now, giving the Hugh Cudlipp Lecture some years ago, I outlined the dangers of what I dubbed the “subsidariat”: that section of the media which seems to take great pride in being economically unviable – the vast BBC with its compulsory licence, the Guardian with its bottomless Scott Trust coffers, and the Independent with its ex KGB boss’s billions.
Freed from the obligation of having to connect with enough consumers to turn a shilling, such media organisations lose contact with the real world, and have little idea how money works (and, indeed, are suspicious of profit). Often hijacked by ideologues, invariably from the Left, they almost always regard with contempt the mass selling papers which need to appeal to large audiences in order to survive commercially.
Today, with the contraction of print, that subsidariat is more powerful than ever.
And an exquisitely telling insight into its mindset – and its obsession with the bottom of Fleet Street’s lamp post – is provided by Alan Rusbridger’s just published memoir.
Now much of the book is a thoughtful, if somewhat prolix, analysis of the tectonic changes – some exciting, others deeply disturbing – that the internet is effecting on journalism.
But its real message – and how insidiously it drips through the pages – is that virtually every national newspaper in Britain is scurrilous, corrupt and amoral with one iridescent exception. Yes, you’ve guessed it …The Guardian.
Now Alan is a very gifted journalist with huge achievements to his name – achievements, incidentally that he’s not reluctant to dwell on. So how sad that the defining tone of this tome is sanctimony and self-justification.
Unedifyingly, it manages to combine rather cloying self-glorification and moral superiority with an almost visceral contempt of and disdain for the rest of the press.
A somewhat chilling lack of self - awareness fuses with a hyper-sensitivity to the flaws of others. Indeed, its sine qua non is that only Alan and the Guardian are capable of producing what he calls “worthwhile” journalism.
And before you say “play the ball – not the man”, you should know that this book contains some of the most unpleasant ad hominem attacks on individuals that I have ever read in a work about Fleet Street.
In it, the red tops have a business model based on invading people’s privacy and are beyond redemption.
For the Mail’s journalism there is a sliver of begrudging respect, but the paper itself and I are beyond the pale.
But it saves its real venom for the Telegraph which, with its blurring of the boundaries between editorial and advertising, did, at one stage, behave deplorably, but I suspect for Alan its real sin is to be a quality paper that actually makes good profits.
Inevitably, Rupert Murdoch is the devil incarnate.
But what a pity that the book can’t summon the generosity to admit that the Times today is an excellent, highly respected, profitable serious paper. More pertinently, its subscription package seems to have cracked the internet conundrum – something The Guardian has so conspicuously failed to do.
But then the book is a masterclass in the art of sly omissions.
It makes much of the author’s heroic courage in defeating Jonathan Aitken in a libel court while virtually ignoring the fact that it was relentless work by Peter Preston’s Guardian that broke the original story.
It delights in letting us know that Preston anointed Alan as his successor but fails to reveal that the younger man then conspired to oust as Editor-in-Chief his former boss – a giant of our trade who, in 400 odd pages, gets scant mention, as does Kath Viner, Alan’s successor.
In the same mean-spiritedness, it fails to give a single mention to Roger Alton, one of the architects of the brilliantly innovative G2 supplement and editor for ten years of a courageous and creative Observer, the Guardian’s stablemate that punched way above its weight.
It dwells at huge length on the Barclay brothers’ off-shore tax arrangements but, oh dear, only makes a glancing mention of the Guardian Group’s own use of tax avoidance schemes in tiny 6 point type in notes at the back of the book.
It glories in the Pulitzer Prize given to the Guardian for its Edward Snowden coverage but fails to mention in the text that it was shared with the Washington Post.
And, of course, while it devotes pages to justifying publishing the Snowden revelations, fails to mention that the Prime Minister, the Home Secretary, the leader of the Liberal Democrat party, a former Labour Foreign Secretary, a Minister of State for Security and the Deputy National Security Adviser all publicly deplored the damage that this had done to Britain’s intelligence capabilities.
Indeed, it is over Snowden that the book is most agitated with the Mail, a paper that, incidentally, loudly opposed extraordinary rendition, Guantanamo Bay and the Iraq War.
The Mail’s offence is that it had dared to criticise the Guardian’s recklessness in publishing such sensitive intelligence information in an age when ISIS and Russian spies were to murder citizens on the streets of Britain.
What Alan – who betrays flashes of paranoia in this book – seems incapable of understanding, is that the Mail took a principled stand, one that had the support of our leader writers, our top commentators Max Hastings and Stephen Glover and, incidentally, of other editors and columnists.
It had nothing to do with a vendetta against the Guardian.
Yet what seems to have shocked the Guardian most is that the Mail broke the Fleet Street convention that dog doesn’t bite dog. Ye Gods! This from a paper that over nearly two decades rarely missed a day to flick vitriol over my and other Fleet Street papers.
But, of course, this memoir’s greatest omission is that it ignores one of the most fascinating media stories of the past few years: how a dramatic putsch by an utterly demoralised staff, deposed an incoming Scott Trust Chairman after the once-profitable Guardian had been reduced to an economic basket case, by vanity, hubris and eye-watering financial misjudgement.
That Chairman, of course, was Alan but in his book he is eerily silent on all this. Nor does he begin to explain why, at the very time when, to use his own words, “printed newspapers were on a perilous slide to eventual oblivion”, the Guardian took the economically insane decision to move into lavish state-of-the-art offices – complete with specially designed bespoke desks – and to buy expensive new presses when a diminishing newspaper industry was awash with cheap, spare, rentable, printing capacity.
Was the reason for the latter, perhaps, that the Guardian, piqued at the Independent stealing a march on it by becoming Britain’s so called first quality tabloid, had to go one better with the slightly larger size Berliner?
And, as its balance sheets dripped with red ink, was it perhaps hubris that persuaded Guardian Online, with no plausible business or journalistic model, to expand so recklessly and expensively into America, a country already awash with great liberal papers and media outlets?
The result of this madness quickly became all too apparent. Hundreds of millions of pounds down the plug hole! Countless brilliant journalists made redundant! And those Berliner presses? Ignominiously ditched after a few years as the paper was forced to reduce its size in order to rent cheaper printing!
So there you are! What a cautionary saga! And what a flesh and blood rendition of the belief – so endemic at the BBC and in much of the British public sector – that money grows on trees.
And this cuts to the quick of the dangers of a subsidariat that is out of touch with the real world and its financial exigencies.
How can a newspaper, that has shown such profligacy, be editorially objective about the financial activities of the City or the State, or the NHS or local authorities?
How, when it has been so financially feckless itself, can it call for ever more state spending or question a government’s need to balance the nation’s books?
These are serious questions.
It’s the country’s worst kept secret that the Guardian is the in-house newspaper of the BBC, that subsidised behemoth.
If the Corporation, Britain’s main news provider and its thousands of journalists – far more than employed by Fleet Street – hold the same financially irresponsible views as its in-house crib sheet, then Britain has a huge problem if it is ever going to return to economic solvency.
No, this sad tragi-comedy should be a text book case for journalism schools on how not to do things. It should be a primer on the dangers of merging Church and State, Editorial and Managerial, in newspapers and of allowing an Editor who will always want to expand the journalism to also have the powers of a Chief Executive who should always be responsible for controlling costs.
The two roles are mutually incompatible and I would suggest that a pusillanimous, weak and naïve Scott Trust should never have allowed such a conflict of interest or one man to hold such power.
But, of course, none of this will figure in journalism courses. The mainly left-wing Professors of Journalism – is there, by the way, a more ludicrous subject for academic study – will order box loads of this book to demonstrate to their students how appalling Fleet Street is.
Meanwhile, they’ll continue to churn out graduates for non-existent jobs which is why so many idealistic youngsters end up disillusioned and working in public relations, leaving us with a Britain where there are now more PRs than journalists – another depressing and insidious contribution to the democratic deficit.
And today, my heart bleeds for those dedicated young journalists who were lucky enough to get jobs, yet are being denied, by our industry’s belt tightening, the opportunities I enjoyed.
Which makes me realise how very lucky I’ve been. You know I’ve had a fabulously privileged life in journalism. Yes technology has transformed our industry but to my dying day, I shall remember the pots of bubbling lead, the clatter of linotype machines and the printers’ ink-stained fingers as I watched my first news story being set on the stone in the bowels of the Manchester Daily Express in the seventies when the paper sold 3½ million copies.
I cut my journalistic teeth in Belfast at the height of the troubles. I spent six glorious years as a Washington and New York correspondent. I have dined at top tables on both sides of the Atlantic, had a front row seat at some great moments in history and worked with some of the most brilliant journalists of my generation.
So sorry Alan, I’m proud of having worked all my life in Fleet Street as did my father before me.
I’m proud of editing a paper for 26 years, that didn’t hack phones, kept rigid boundaries between Editorial and Advertising, and, with a brilliant management team, made billions in profits enabling me to employ superb journalists, commission costly investigations and launch new products like Metro and MailOnline, creating countless new jobs for journalists.
I’m proud of having worked for the Rothermere family who, while often disagreeing with my views, granted me that inestimable gift – the freedom to edit without interference – thus giving the lie to Alan’s repeated claim that, apart from the Guardian, newspapers are used by ruthless proprietors who dictate editorial policy for their own ends.
I’m proud of the way the Mail has held power to account, leading the charge against greedy bankers and the Sir Shifties of this world. I’m proud of the way that the Mail operated without fear or favour and was often as critical of Tory as Labour politicians.
I‘m inordinately proud of the Mail’s countless great campaigns: Dignity for the Elderly… Stephen Lawrence… Plastic bags… MRSA … Sepsis… Prostate cancer… Omagh bomb victims… Iraqi translators… Guantanamo Bay inmates… Liverpool Care Pathway… Fixed odds betting machines… Marine A… and many, many, many more that prove you don’t need to make a loss to produce worthy journalism.
I’m also proud of the rest of Fleet Street.
Yes, the Telegraph made mistakes but it’s still a fine paper with brave investigations and some of the best commentators in the business.
I am also proud that the Times is now such a first-rate paper and, incidentally, the Wall Street Journal is immeasurably better since Murdoch paid through the nose to acquire it.
And, yes, I’m proud of the Guardian which, when Alan was a fully engaged editor rather than a visionary business strategist, was a great paper and is still a great and important paper as its new editor – if I may be politically incorrect – struggles manfully, to restore economic coherence.
And I’m proud of the red tops, the Mirror’s rumbustious campaigns and its loyalty to Labour and the Sun’s anarchic, bad-mannered irreverence for the Establishment.
Both papers employ gifted, highly creative and empathetic journalists who possess considerable skills – skills that should not be allowed to die out – in using words, pictures and headlines to tell complex stories in simple eye-grabbing ways.
And, as I speak in what still is a great newspaper city, I’m hugely proud of the regional and local press whose journalists heroically work long hours for risibly little reward as they fight against the odds to represent their communities. The closest to their readerships of all Britain’s media, they are the country’s true popular newspapers.
Yes, all these papers sometimes make mistakes but they are sustained by dedicated journalists who care deeply about getting it right and doing good by their readers whatever the zealots of Hacked Off and the Priapic Three – Messrs Coogan, Grant and Mosley – might say.
And we should remember that Fleet Street papers have always been owned by rogues. Beaverbrook was a pretty rackety character but Arthur Christiansen’s Daily Express was the world’s best middle-brow paper.
Conrad Black was a shyster but his Telegraph was a first class paper. Robert Maxwell was an egregious conman but his Mirror was still a force for good.
And Alexander Lebedev once worked for the KGB but his Independent was a fine paper and an elegant voice for liberal values.
And, of course, there are rogues on the other side. One-time Maxwell henchman, Roy Greenslade, Editor of the Mirror during the “Spot the Ball” game scam, has reinvented himself as a Professor of Journalism. That such a mountebank teaches ethics is a satirical commentary on academia that the combined talents of Jonathan Swift and Evelyn Waugh would struggle to do justice to.
Now I’m not defending these proprietors but I am saying that they are a fact of life – as is the fact that Britain, unlike other countries, still has a richly pluralistic and immensely vigorous free press.
Above all, we should never forget that press freedom means the freedom to get it right and the freedom to get it wrong. The freedom to do great things and, in the exhaustion of producing 100 page papers six days a week, the freedom to make mistakes.
I don’t agree with the Guardian’s decision to publish Snowden who now skulks in the murderous kleptocracy that is Russia. The man was a traitor who should have been arrested and not sanctified.
But I also passionately believe the Guardian must have the freedom to carry such stories. The sadness is that Alan cannot see that the Sun should have the freedom to write about the love lives of celebrities and footballers who are of such interest to their readers. In order to act in the public interest, they need to interest the public.
Equally, the Mail should have the freedom to write a headline about judges being the enemy of the people. The title of an Ibsen play, it was meant to be a distillation of the views of Brexit MPs angry that the High Court was becoming involved in the political process. In retrospect, the Telegraph’s banner “The Judges Versus The People” was, to coin a phrase, a tad more judicious.
But what the hell. The point needed to be made. And it was the Mail’s headline, not the almost identical Telegraph one, that, as happens so often, put an issue on the agenda.
And I just hope that their Lordships’ bruised feelings are soothed by the £60,000 pay rise they are in line to collect.
But then one of the growing themes of our age is the ever widening gap between the liberalism of the West’s ruling classes and the social conservatism of the majority of the voters.
One aspect of this in the British media has been the emergence of the Metropolitan Echo Chamber, dominated by the broadcasters, in which politicians, commentators, reporters and opinion formers – all gloriously liberal and politically correct – talk only to each other. The result is often a febrile, hyperbolic, hysterical journalism of a kind that is unprecedented in my lifetime and I worry that it is not a healthy development.
In Westminster, the Echo Chamber has decided that Brexit is doomed and that the terminally incompetent Theresa May is toast which is why the last rites are gleefully read over her every other day. Earlier this month, she was pronounced so dead that I’m surprised she was able to get up in the morning.
She is, of course, still here and will, I predict, take the Tories into the next election.
But the problem with the Echo Chamber is that its inhabitants increasingly haven’t a clue what real people in Britain, outside the M25, are thinking.
I’ll tell you what those people aren’t talking about. They aren’t obsessing about the “Me Too” movement or Transgender rights or equal pay for BBC women journalists. And they do actually rather like Mrs May whom they think is a decent woman trying to do her best in very difficult circumstances.
It is, of course, because the inhabitants of the Echo Chamber only talk to each other, that the Referendum result came as such a seismic shock to them unlike Britain’s popular newspapers which, I suggest, because they have to live in the real world, are much closer to their readers’ thinking.
And if I am right about this growing gap between the rulers and the ruled, there will be increasing opportunities for Britain’s popular press – speaking, as it does, for a majority that is disenfranchised by the values of the political class and the BBC.
And while I don’t go as far as James Murdoch in saying that “The only reliable, durable and perpetual guarantor of independence is profit”, I do believe that the necessity for newspapers to be commercially viable sharpens their understanding of their readers’ anxieties and aspirations. And for the damage that subsidy can inflict, look no further than the sorry state of a French press that is dependent on government hand-outs.
So, yes, there are signs of hope and, if you’ll forgive the presumption, I’ll look into my crystal ball and make four quick predictions for you…
ONE: The BBC subsidariat will diminish in power as the streaming giants undermine the licence fee. And because nature abhors a vacuum, a right-of-centre TV network will one day take root in this country.
TWO: The internet giants will be regulated and, after all, why shouldn’t the juggernauts have the same responsibilities as newspapers. But the ultimate solution – as with the oil barons in the last century – is to break them up. Their monopolistic power is too great and that fundamental human characteristic – the need for privacy against the industrial scale theft of our data – will reassert itself.
THREE: There will be a turning away from algorithm created news in favour of authentic, regulated, curated journalism, both online and in print, that is created by brilliant minds that love pictures, headlines and words and possess extraordinary empathy with their readers.
FOUR: Newspapers will have a longer future than the Jeremiahs predict which is why I worry that there is a danger that repeated morbid predictions of our death will become self-fulfilling.
Of one thing I am absolutely certain: man’s hunger for news, information, analysis and, yes, sensation and gossip, is as old as time itself.
So there. I’ve stuck my neck out and, indeed, with the Guardian, put it on the block.
Well, frankly, my dears, I don’t give a damn.
What I do care about is the future of newspapers and how we improve our image when so many self-interested people seem determined to bang nails into the collective coffin that is Britain’s hat image and, yes, confess that we make mistakes but also do much good which, more often than not, shines a light from the top of the lamp post and makes the world a better place.