What choice then? We have before us, and partially behind us, the biggest single economic crisis this state has faced, threatening, as it does, the very fabric of our independence and indeed the financial viability of the state. The choice we are presented with is vast and narrow, all at the same time; we are being given the opportunity to put in power the party and the policies that will have to operate within such constraints as the current fiscal crisis allows it to. We are tasked with sifting through the electioneering, the humdrum and the tedious, the downright brassballed (in the case of former Fianna Fail ministers with very selective memories on their own ‘war’ records) and deciding upon a government doomed to be stillborn, fated to oversee at least four years of ‘living within our means’, four years of austerity, emigration, unemployment, debt repayment, mortgage default, problems arising from inevitable public service cuts, and downright anger as daily emerges the incompetency’s of our ruling class. Why would anyone want these jobs, who are the people who once more leap the trench wall and traverse no man’s land for this bounty, and what are their objectives? This final question is quite telling indeed because, aside from the obvious answer of nationalist pride and civic duty, the question bears deeper analysis. The role of the elected official in Ireland seems quite undesirable yet the fight for seats is fierce once more, just as it was in the boom times, we must ask, in this case then, what do these people hope to achieve, do they have a vision for realistic and sustainable change or they seek power for its own sake, blindly herding themselves into the abyss.
The major power players in the coming election are a list of three, with cameos and walk on players impacting to a considerable degree. The current governmental incumbents, Fianna Fail have presided over the past thirteen years of economic hand gliding, through currency change, a peep show policy of financial regulation and a pair of leaden boots provided, rather eagerly, by the IMF and the EU. The main contenders to their throne, locked in a constant finger pointing bonanza upon the plain of higher moral ground are Fine Gael, the perennial ‘other’ in this estranged marriage, which also produced another, more notorious than popular, political party, Sinn Fein. Added to the mix we have the third major player, the oldest political party in the state, one who never recovered from not contesting the election of 1919, one who never found itself able to rise above either the Civil War political divide or the bully boy tactics of the Catholic Church, the Labour party. Cameos will included the once and never in the future kings, the aforementioned Sinn Fein, two parties in fact, a hydra with claws in Northern Ireland and a forced smile in the Republic, the lighter shade of green Greens, still reeling from the sight of actual dealings on the shop floor, and various spattering’s of workers parties and ‘people against profit’ alliances. Honourable mention must go to Independents, king makers in waiting, their time will come before the battle is over.
But now to FF, the politburo of Irish politics, a party who since its formation in 1932, have been in power for sixty one of the previous seventy nine years, surely it can do no wrong? Their most recent stint in power came into being in 1997 with the election of Bertie Ahern as Taoiseach, and the formation of a cabinet which included Brian Cowen and Micheal Martin, as well as another party, the Progressive Democrats, lapsed Fianna Failers themselves, and continued through successful title fights in 2002 and 2007 where they added the Green Party to their coalition of the willing. It’s a far too well beaten drum to explain what happened in between that heady summer of 1997 and the current impasse we find ourselves at, however suffice to say, jobs were not done, stations were not manned, and financial regulation was not a priority for anybody, or so it seemed. So now we find ourselves with FF the only members of a minority government, headed by a former minister while the country is effectively being led by a member of that minister’s party who is his former boss and current underling. Ridiculous? Exactly. And Mr Martin, the current darling of the FF pack, a former minister for education and science, health and children, enterprise, trade and employment, and foreign affairs, is quite eager to distance himself from his former boss, portraying himself as a new voice, a new direction for the country, despite the key briefs he held during the years of recklessness. So why does he want the job? He has seen the damage it did to the credibility of both Ahern and Cowan; he must see it as an unwinnable war, considering he is party to the facts and figures of economic projection. One thinks it must be the career politician in him that sees service of the state as an ultimate goal, an achievement in itself, regardless of the practicalities of this service. Other ministers who served in the governments of the past decade have quietly slipped out the back door, albeit with reputations shattered, and one must grudgingly admire Martin for staying to fight for a party that maybe he believes in, if nobody else does.
Fine Gael can trace their lineage back to Michael Collins and the first Prime Minister of the Irish Free State, W.T. Cosgrave. But that’s where the romance ends, that’s where majesty stalls and after a resounding victory in the civil war, that is where civil war politics comes to consume FG and all of their efforts since. Like FF, FG is traditionally socially conservative and has a tendency to turn a blind eye cronyism and nepotism within the apparatus of the state. However, unlike FF, and crucially for this period in question, FG didn’t have a particularly cosy relationship with either the banking sector or the construction sector, the Chuckle Brothers of the Irish financial crisis. To what extent the economy would have been run better under a FG government is debatable, and ultimately pointless. Lead by Enda Kenny since 2002, FG have sat steaming on the opposition benches as FF strolled to 3 victories in a row without really have clear policies other than ‘a lot done, more to do’. Coasting on the popularity of Mr Ahern, FF swept all before them, in stark contrast with the public perception of Kenny as a bumbling school principle with a whine for a voice and a parliamentary demeanour of a perpetually wronged man, driven mad by the relentless waves of victories FF seemed to have, while he had to suffer lucklessly, challenged from within his party and without. Having consolidated his power within his own party he now looks to have a positive and far reaching manifesto on the table, limiting the options for voters who don’t want to vote for him just because, well, they don’t like him. Why does Kenny seek a seat of power which will surely cement his position as the man most people love to hate, a seat of governance so constrained by the baggage of bailout that the only manifesto plausible is one of cuts and public protest? Fine Gaels only reason for existence is the pursuit of their strain of policy, their thinking on the correct form of democracy we should have, and rightly so, for a party which contests election without a clear strategy for victory is merely timewasting, in most circumstances. Elected to Dail Eireann at the age of 24, the Son of a former incumbent TD in his Mayo constituency, Kenny, as the chosen leader, has risen up the ranks of the party serving as both Minister for Tourism and Trade and Minister of State for Youth Affairs, as well as being the parties Chief Whip. He floated between front and back benches for over two decades before, almost by default, he won a leadership contest which nobody seemed eager to win, such was the doldrums FG were in at the time. His grabbing of the nettle of power and subsequent fearlessness when facing a seemingly untouchable Ahern in parliament won him plaudits from the anti-FF brigade, eager to see a rival of some strength. Politics is all he has known, his father infected him with the FG bug, the mantra that government is the rightful domain of FG, regardless of how or when it is obtained, you go into politics to get into government, bend policy to your wants, the needs of your party. It is with this wasp buzzing in his ear that Kenny has plodded towards the places of power, having fallen into his father’s seat as a young man, taken the FG reins as an underdog, he could now lead the country at a time when it neither really wants him, nor really needs him.
The Labour Party is a mixed bag of unusual delights and occasional horror stories. They have found themselves in their recent history constant saddled with the role of FG’s partners in opposition, and government, a role that ideologically has never and will never suit them. They always display well with regards, to public perception to their manifestos, they always pick the populist side with regards major issues, they always seem on the cusp of breaking the two party monopoly, the Scottish League syndrome, of the Dail, and yet people still vote the way their family voted last time, and the time before that. So entrenched are traditions among the voting habits of even the most educated of people that one really must look back at 1919 and see it as an opportunity for an alternative lost. Lead this time by the old Trade Unionist Eamon Gilmore, they are expected to chip considerable away at the monopoly, but they’ve been tipped before and fallen short so it’s difficult to know. With regards to their radical election manifesto, this type of populist politicking is classic Labour Party and unfortunately their mettle has never been tested with regards a majority Labour government, but one must hope that if an alternative is sought, with policies such as Labour have, people don’t look too far beyond them. The chance to rip it up and start again must appeal to dyed in the wool reds, finally without the anti-communist, anti-socialist dread of the Catholic Church hanging over them, with the power of FF broken amongst the working class, a class utterly failed by successive governments, the ground is fertile for Labour. They are the party for this election, the policies they can implement are not out of sync with their ethos, the social cuts will be balanced without a pandering to the upper class and the absentee landlord class who so often puppeteered FF policy. Gilmore wants power because it’s finally time to cut through the swath of mealy mouthed promises and same old-ness of the big two and actually have a go at implementing real and lasting change. The likelihood of a majority Labour government is quite slim, as the iron grip of generations of habit is still quite tight but of all the major players in this election they are certainly the ones with the most to win.
Of the three major leaders, Martin talks like a Taoiseach, Kenny looks like one and Gilmore wishes he could be one. Of the three major parties, FF should hang their head a sit on the bold step for the foreseeable future, casting envious glances and snide remarks from opposition benches, FG deserve another chance to come in and try implement their own brand of progressive centrist politics and Labour should be hoping to show people that the sky will not fall if they deviate from the FF-FG fulcrum, the crutch of the ballot box. All in all a race of peculiarities for a prize of little tangible worth, with three unproven leaders and a raft of radical proposals, all set against the backdrop of a massive and ongoing fiscal crisis. Here’s hoping for the rise of the ‘Independent’.
09/02/11