Our Museum Future
Danny Dorling
I used to be a republican, but that was before Brexit. What does Britain have that the other countries of Europe will still want access to after we leave the EU? Banking will be safer away from ‘offshore London’. There are other places in the world besides Sellafield that can store spent nuclear fuel. The most expensive higher education in the world is unlikely to attract so many overseas students, its lure and decline mirroring that of Swiss finishing schools after their 1980s heyday.
Despite the entrepreneurial myths we tell ourselves, innovation isn’t a British forte. A vacuum cleaner once constructed in Malmesbury is a fitting emblem for the land of hope and glory, if not for the reasons its inventor would have us believe. When Dyson moved production to Malaysia, few British jobs were lost, because so few had been created in the first place.
As the pound drops and the world’s middle class grows in size, tourism is our best bet to tide us over until we learn to do something useful. And the royal family is by far our most potentially profitable export earner. The town of Windsor is already booked out for the summer through Airbnb. American TV companies have reportedly paid six figure sums to book prime sites from which to film the royal wedding on 19 May. The birth of Prince Louis on St George’s Day conveniently supplanted less happy news in the headlines.
The great skills of the British, historically, haven’t been engineering and industry but exploitation and imperialism. We built our tourist attractions up around ancient stone circles, small monastic universities, old London streets and the birthplace of a playwright, but without the British Empire they wouldn’t draw such vast crowds from around the world.
The golden square of English tourism has its corners in London, Stonehenge, Stratford-upon-Avon and Cambridge; at its heart is Oxford (a.k.a. Bicester Village), a short train ride from both Windsor and Buckingham Palace. Everyone in the world with money has to travel here once in their lifetime. They are the Meccas and Medinas for unbelievers – the places to go to give thanks for the fact that you own a plastics factory in Changchun or a software firm in Bangalore.
Some 2640 ‘commoners’ are to be invited to the royal wedding with surprise golden tickets being awarded to schoolchildren at the nomination of regional lord lieutenants. Unlike Charlie in Roald Dahl’s novel, however, none of them will be given a chocolate factory at the end of their day’s holiday from poverty. In 2018, for the first time in many decades, there are entire local authority districts where a majority of children are growing up in poverty.
It is time to forget any selfish republican fantasies. Forget climate change and pollution: our desperate economic plight means that we have to build that third runway at Heathrow for more tourists to land. We need to embrace our museum future. We are very good at selling the myth that all industry was invented in Britain, that England is the mother of parliaments, that we invented the modern university. We have fooled ourselves into believing it all, so it should be easy to sell to tourists.
Time to widen the pavements and get out the bunting. Build the hotels and face down the nimbys. Bring back red telephone boxes: they don’t need phones in them, just tourist information screens pointing the customer in the right direction.
If we work hard enough, we will win the global race to become the central tourist destination on planet earth. We are in the right time zone; we speak the right language, and no other languages; we have a captive, cheap, docile, servile labour force. We have a quaint currency with a picture of a member of the royal family on it, a souvenir in itself. And every year tourists will get more and more pounds for their dollar, euro, renminbi or rupee.
No one can take our history away from us. Just as millions flock to Rome to see the Colosseum, that site of mass murder, so we could rebuild the East India Company headquarters on Leadenhall Street. Lloyds will have abandoned the premises by then, and moved to Amsterdam. Parliament will have to vacate the palace of Westminster for good. We already have a new site for it: where HS2 will divide, just east of Birmingham.
All empires crumble and an afterlife as a tourist attraction is far better than what befell the Ottomans in the 1920s. The worst casualties may be the youngest members of the British royal family, born into a form of slavery from which they can never escape. But perhaps, in many decades to come, when we have finally learnt to do something useful, their children or grandchildren will not face a future of forever having to smile and wave – simply because of an accident of birth or marriage, and because they are the best that we have to sell to the world.
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It would be a very good thing to get rid of it if you can. A reminder in Marilynne Robinson's introduction to her "Mother Country: Britain, the Welfare State and Nuclear Pollution" (1989): "Sellafield was called Windscale originally, until so much notoriety attached itself to that name that it had to be jettisoned."
Sellafield (formerly Windscale) is, to quote from an article in 'Wired' magazine (2016), a 'sprawling collection of buildings dating back to the first atom-splitting flash of the nuclear age. This was where, in the early 1950s, the Windscale facility produced the Plutonium-239 that would be used in the UK’s first nuclear bomb. In 1956 this stretch of Cumbrian coast witnessed Queen Elizabeth II opening Calder Hall, the world’s first commercial nuclear power station. Both buildings, for the most part, remain standing to this day....The site currently handles nearly all the radioactive waste generated by the UK’s 15 operational nuclear reactors. It also reprocesses spent fuel from nuclear power plants overseas, mainly in Europe and Japan...'
You may be right that the U.K. has little that the rest of the world values (apart from its tourist sites) but that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be independent.
People do indeed identify with their own culture, locality, customs and geography.
The nation state isn’t perfect but it is more perfect than the corrupt, bureaucratic, mono-cultural, would-be federal super-state that is the EU.
Let’s be optimistic: the UK is full of decent, clever, tolerant, innovative, inclusive, expansive people.
We’ll prosper.
On the more serious matter of what Britain might get up to economically post-Brexit it's important to recognise that nations tend to have aptitudes, natural strengths, plus some weaknesses. So the nation has strengths - but high quality mass manufacture in competitive markets is not one of them. Hence the indigenous car industry went to the wall in the 1980s and 1990s but the French and Japanese came in and have made a great success of it for us - in return for compliant workers and access to Europe. But Britain does have undoubted strengths in finance and banking. The trouble is not everyone can work in those enterprises - so other businesses are necessary. Another aptitude is 'heritage', whether that be immaculately choreographed pageantry or steam-hauled railway trains. But I still think something is missing - especially given Brits reluctance to work the fields (and hence the need to bring foreigners in to do that, too). A complex tangle of largely unaddressed questions and challenges - not great.
Although much of our talent was imported, during the 18th century Britain was by far the safest place to invest money because MPs--almost all of whom owned Consols--had a vested interest in maintaining the national debt. When one considers that we really were a marginal power under the Stuarts, it's quite remarkable that by 1815 we had become the leading world power in terms of trade and control of the seas.
Of course this involved slavery and exploitation. But that's what the world was like then--we were no worse than the French, the Moughals or the Osmanlis--or for that matter, the Soviets in the 20th century.
A visit to Paris also teaches the tourist the value of all our free museums and Galleries. I found only one free museum recently in Paris, the marvellous Gustave Moreau Museum. In all Dorling's piece seems to be a petty-bourgeois whinge.
A sentence with grammar as crap as its premise. If that's the best that Oxford fellows can do these days, we really are stuffed. Jesus wept.