When you think about it, a big part of growing up is
learning how to see through propaganda. From the very get go of our lives, we are
bamboozled by all kinds of misinformation. Early lessons tend to be some of the
hardest as we come to terms with the fact that our parents have sold us a line
about Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. Then we have to learn the tough lesson
that most advertising is a big fat lie. Remember those times when your eyes would be seduced
by a poster on the wall promising the biggest, juiciest burger you have ever
seen only to be presented with a
shrivelled up excuse of thing? Remember how fantastic lots of toys looked on
the tele ads and how desperately disappointing they were when you opened them
up on Christmas morning?
My first official encounter with the nuts and bolts of the
dark art came at the age of 15 in a shabby Blackburn
classroom where my history master talked Stalin and Goebbels and the era of
totalitarian propaganda. I was fascinated and had enough faith in my teacher to
buy into the idea that this wasn’t the kind of thing we Brits would ever do.
Did I buy into it with the kind of blind fervour a Hitler Youth fanatic would have shown? No. I can’t
say that I did. By the age 15 I was already pretty cynical.
Then came Joe Strummer and Paul Weller and The Clash and The
Jam and a reasonably rebellious youth and I was probably pretty cocky about
being the kind of guy who would see through the propaganda of Maggie and her
minions.
But I was wrong.
I discovered just how wrong on a summer holiday road trip to
Eastern Turkey in 1981. From Calais
to Konya, it
seemed like there were posters of the slowly starving Bobby Sands on every
vacant wall. I had been brainwashed into fully believing that Bobby was just
another Irish nut job who deserved contempt. With hindsight I find it astonishing
to see how duped my younger self had been. How could anyone fighting a
terrorist campaign against US be seen as a freedon fighter? Well they could and
Bobby Sands was.
Over the last 33 years I have become ever more cynical until
I now find it hard to believe a word that comes out of any mouthpiece of the
Establishment. I saw the lies they told about the City of Liverpool when it tried to stand alone
against Thatcher’s wrecking ball. I saw the lies they told about the North when
it became a police state in the time of the Miner’s Strike. I watched a quarter
of a century of lies in the wake of Hillsborough.
Lies and propaganda. Propaganda and lies.
And now with 18 September drawing ever nearer, we are once
again in the midst of vast swathes of misinformation and disinformation.
And opinion polls.
Propaganda is all about persuading people that what is
plainly obvious and in front of their eyes is in fact not obvious at all. No
Germans had ever met any of the evil looking hook nosed Jews depicted in Joseph
Goebbels posters. Of course they hadn't. Nobody looks like that in real life. The Jews they had actually met looked and talked just like
they did. And yet a barrage of propaganda persuaded them to disbelieve the
experience of their own lives and buy into the evil visions of the Nazis. It
was a hell of a selling job that laid the groundwork for Auschwitz
when you think about it.
So what has that got to do with opinion polls about
the coming referendum vote? I think quite a lot actually. No matter how many
public meetings are packed out by the 'Yes' campaign, the major polls hardly ever move.
No matter how many people wear ‘Yes’ badges or put stickers in the their cars,
the major polls hardly ever move. Think about conversations you had six months
ago. Things were very different then for anyone on the ‘Yes’ side of the
argument. It was a perfectly normal thing to met lots and lots of people who
would tell you they were in the ‘No’ camp and had no intention of moving
anywhere.
Does that happen any more? Not to me. And doesn’t seem to be
happening to anyone else I talk to either. Instead everyone seems to be having a very
different experience. How many people have you heard say that everyone they talk to
seems to be supporting ‘Yes’? I bet it is lots.
More and more people are also hooking onto trying to wrack
their brains to see if they know anyone who started out as a 'Yes' voter only to
move to the 'No' camp after checking out the facts. Have you heard anyone say something like this - 'My heart was telling me to vote for Independence but now I have taken a careful look at the facts, my head is telling me I have to vote 'No'. I bet you can't think of anyone. I certainly can't. Nobody ever knows anybody
who fits this particular profile. But we all know plenty of folk who are taking
the journey down the opposite side of the road from 'No' to 'Yes'.
But still those national polls never move an inch. 'Yes' is
always a mile behind. 'No' is always a shoe in. And I think more and more people
have got to wondering where on earth all these 'No' voters are to be found. They certainly
aren’t wearing badges or fighting their corner in the pub or the works canteen.
Are they in fact a vast hidden army? Or are they a figment of somebody’s
hopeful imagination? Maybe they are like that supposed army of evil hook nosed
Jews who Doctor Goebbels warned his fellow Germans about?
And yet despite everything, the propaganda still works and
it still works on me.
Two days ago I picked up a tweet from Stuart Carroll
reporting that a poll of voters in the South of Scotland showed that 'Yes' was
a mile ahead. 48% Yes. 39% No. The poll was undertaken by Survation and it
turned out that it was paid for by the Sunday Mail. My first instinct was to
assume it was a skewed SNP poll and probably wildly optimistic. But then…..
All
week, regional polls have been appearing from all areas of Scotland . ‘Yes’
is well ahead in the Highlands . ‘Yes’ is well
ahead in the North east. ‘Yes’ is well ahead in Glasgow .
And then I had what is a pretty obvious thought. How would
the poll have looked if it had been the first poll I had ever seen? Well, I
guess it would have looked pretty well exactly like I would have expected it to
look. Why? Because as I go about my day to day life it feels like ‘Yes’ is
miles ahead. Everyone I seem to talk to seems to be revved up to vote ‘Yes’. In
fact, had I never seen any other poll, I think I would have been slightly
surprised by the fact that ‘No’ was scoring 39%. It doesn’t feel like 39%. Go
on. Think of 10 people you know. Are 4 of them about to vote ‘No’? I bet you
find it hard to name four. See what I mean?
All of which makes me feel petty certain that the national
polls from the national newspapers are nothing more than desperate propaganda.
Will it work? I doubt it. In fact, I think it will have the opposite effect to
the one the 'No' commanders crave. It will make everyone voting ‘Yes’ even more
determined to turn out and keep fighting. People will wonder just who the hell are
the six out of ten people who are still determined to vote 'No'? They will assume
these people must be from somewhere else because round here it seems like everyone
is on the ‘Yes’ side.
I am confident that this will be yet another piece of failed
propaganda which will backfire in the faces of those who have commissioned it.
We used to be told that the world was flat and we would burn
in hell if we missed church. We used to be told that black people were
genetically inferior to us and it was our God given mission to round them up as
slaves. We were told that the Hillsborough catastrophe was caused by bestial,
drunken fans who urinated on the dead. We were told that Saddam Hussein had the
wherewithal and desire to hit us in 45 minutes flat. We were told that Jimmy
Saville was a borderline saint and a charity hero.
In the end most big lies tend to fall apart. The lie of the
national polls will be shredded on September 18th.
Oh and by the way. The South of Scotland is supposed to be the great Unionist heartland.....
Oh and by the way. The South of Scotland is supposed to be the great Unionist heartland.....
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