ted-heathIt’s probably true to say Ted Heath was his own worst enemy. Britain’s Prime Minister from June 1970 to February 1974 was famed for his cold, brusque aloofness in company, ignoring VIPs, dignitaries and his own MPs at social functions and earning a reputation as a rather pompous and grumpy old so-and-so that won him few friends and cost him support amongst his peers when he needed it. Yet he himself couldn’t understand why people found it so hard to warm to him; he always saw everyone else as the problem. He came across as uncomfortable, stiff-necked and ill-at-ease when PM both on television and when speaking in public, a poor communicator struggling to get his message across to the electorate. With the possible exception of Gordon Brown, he remains on paper perhaps the most unsuited man for the job in the post-war era, an unlikely candidate for Downing Street if ever there was one.

Yet, put a baton in his hand and stick him in front of an orchestra or sit him down at a grand piano, and he was in his element. A diffident and difficult man whose shyness was often perceived as straightforward rudeness, Heath relaxed when with those who shared his passions. Music had been the main one from day one, though later in life he applied himself to mastering the art of sailing and this became his other great love. The determination he displayed when it came to learning the latter mirrored his political ambitions. Despite his evident limitations for public office, he wouldn’t be swayed and the work he put in was eventually rewarded when he won the contest to succeed Sir Alec Douglas Home as Tory leader in 1965. Five years later he scored a shock win over Labour PM Harold Wilson, a man who had repeatedly dismissed Heath as a lightweight up until polling day in 1970.

We’re so used to the nauseating ‘family shots’ of Prime Minister with spouse and children these days that it seems even more bizarre now to have had a bachelor at No.10 forty-five years ago, let alone one who sought solace of an evening by playing the piano and then took a couple of weeks off from running the country to compete in, and win, a prestigious yachting competition. Heath was certainly his own man, refusing to enter into a marriage solely for PR reasons and brushing off predictable rumours he was an old poof (to use the parlance of the time). Heath became PM just three years after the decriminalisation of homosexuality, though the accusation remained the default insult to aim at the unmarried man; those who were genuinely homosexual during that era tended to marry, such as Liberal leader Jeremy Thorpe, as a means of deflecting accusations, though Heath had no idea how to interact with women in a romantic manner and didn’t bother trying just for the sake of his public image.

After innumerable difficulties with bolshie unions and Northern Ireland, as well as antagonism over his pushing of Britain to join the Common Market, the Three Day Week was the final straw for the electorate. After losing two General Elections in 1974 and surrendering No.10 to his nemesis Harold Wilson, Heath’s days were numbered. When his unpopularity in his own party gifted Margaret Thatcher the kind of support required to topple Heath as leader in 1975, Heath couldn’t fathom why it had happened and for a good year or so was convinced he could regain his position; when Thatcher won the General Election in 1979, her decision not to award a Cabinet post to her still-active predecessor provoked one of the great public sulks in British political history, one that didn’t end until Thatcher herself was toppled in 1990.

During half-a-century as a serving MP, Edward Heath made many enemies and wasn’t prepared to compromise in order to court popularity. His relatively humble origins for a Conservative leader provoked enmity from the old patrician Tories, who looked down on him as a social inferior, and his obstinacy as PM where the press and public were concerned lingered long after he had left Downing Street. Heath wouldn’t play the game and that kind of attitude inspired grudges that have lasted, even more than a decade since his death. Naming and shaming him as a closet gay, though there was no evidence to back up such a claim other than he never married, is no longer a sufficient weapon in our sexually enlightened day and age, so the default insult now is paedophile, a word that embodies all the revulsion once reserved for ‘queer’.

The last 16 months has seen 21 presumably thumb-twiddling officers of Wiltshire Police pack their rods for a fishing expedition known as Operation Conifer, a sort-of retarded country cousin of the Met’s Operation Midland, in response to unsubstantiated accusations against the deceased PM, and have so far spent £700,000 casting their nets in the vain hope of salvaging confidence in the country’s most discredited public service. Heath’s name had already been pulled out of the fantasist’s hat worn by ‘Nick’, the anonymous accuser of half-a-dozen VIPs and their alleged part in the Westminster Paedo Ring that never was, and Wiltshire Police took it upon themselves to pursue additional ‘credible and true’ accusations even when Operation Midland was rightly recognised as the criminal waste of public money and ruination of reputations it was all along.

This week Operation Conifer was even reduced to ‘investigating’ (and I use that term loosely) the anti-Common Market incident in 1972, when a protestor threw ink at Heath as he arrived to sign on the dotted line that would enshrine Britain’s membership of the EEC. What the hell that has to do with ‘paedophilia’ is nothing other than the painful sound of a barrel’s bottom being desperately scraped. After last week’s damning report into Midland, the continuation of Conifer merely confirms the priorities of the police as a time-travelling hit squad whose interest in solving twenty-first century crimes is secondary to rooting around the dirty laundry of the dead and dying on the hearsay of mentally demented finger-pointers fresh out of therapy.

It’s no surprise they should single out Heath in a last pathetic throw of the dice. His defiant oddness in Prime Ministerial terms was a gift for them, but each victim of the witch-hunt has been an individual eccentric and square peg, characteristics alien to the consensus of the day. Operation Midland has now been acknowledged as an outrage by the media, yet few have dared to allocate the same condemnation to Operation Yewtree, the granddaddy of them all, and a project responsible for the rotting in gaol of more than one household name as well as the soiled gravestones of many more. Makes you proud to be British, doesn’t it? No, me neither.

© The Editor

4 thoughts on “THE FISHING PARTY

  1. It’s not true to say that Ted Heath was his own worst enemy – not as long as I’m alive anyway. His treachery in committing us to 40+ years of corrupt EU serfdom (the direction of which he already knew well) will remain unforgivable in perpetuity.

    As to his other characteristics, I retain an open mind. For his time, it was certainly unusual to remain unmarried, as most closeted gays tended to contract a ‘marriage of convenience’ in order not to impede their careers, especially in the public eye. With that convention in mind, Heath may be commended for his honesty. It is quite feasible that he fitted into the ‘asexual’ band, preferring his other interests of music and sailing to any attractions of the other gender – I have known a couple of such confirmed bachelors, content to gain their overall fulfilment professionally rather than emotionally, neither of whom had any hint of ‘gayness’ about them.

    It is to be hoped that we have finally evolved enough to accommodate all patterns of life, be that deliberately celibate, openly gay, polygamous, whatever – all people should have a right to define their own life-pattern, so long as it doesn’t frighten the horses.

    As regards the pointless pursuit of Heath and others beyond the grave, I suspect that if the venal no-win-no-fee lawyers didn’t exist, neither would such cases and their insatiable taste for ‘compo & costs’. It does no-one any good, so it’s time everyone learned to move on.

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  2. For far too long the idea has persisted that a male politician, to validate his status, had to have a female in tow. Eventually, we accepted that the partner could be of the same sex. But a prominent political figure who clung to singledom remained suspect.

    Frankly, I couldn’t care less whether my local MP is attached or not and, if he is, to whom. He was chosen to represent my interests. All I ask is that he does that to the best of his ability (and I’m well aware that very few election pledges can be fulfilled).

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  3. Heath was one of the few Tory politicians I admired, probably the last (in power) of the true “One Nation” tribe of Conservatives. He increased welfare spending and his determination to join the EEC was an effort to drag UK’s living conditions up to those experienced in West Germany… I still remember when Brits took advantage of freedom of movement to go work in Europe because it paid better than here, and there were more jobs. How times change. Anyone else remember “Auf Wiedersehen Pet”?

    As for never taking a “beard”, his insistence on being himself also won my respect, and I think that, thanks to Thatcher’s Children (politicians of all stripes), he has been much (and unfairly) maligned. As for the paedomania – strange all this crap emerges after death and libel can’t be fought, isn’t it?

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    1. I remember as a child stumbling upon some documentary about the high living standards in West Germany and asking my dad ‘How come they’re richer than us if they lost the War?’ From everything I’ve read, Heath’s determination to join in an economic union with the European powers was motivated by what he’d seen in WWII; he was possibly naive, but at least in his eyes he was genuinely trying to improve the lot of the nation rather than ‘looking after his own’, which seems quite refreshing now. Like so much of what he attempted as PM, it ultimately failed, though the relentless defamation of his character from Thatcher onwards appears to have reached its natural climax with recent events.


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