The saintly editors here at The Hub have agreed to my request to produce one of my two monthly articles for the site as a monthly transatlantic diary. For those readers not familiar with the format, which is more common in British journalism, the diary is a grab bag of short items, sometimes on a common theme, but often not. In my case, what they have in common is that they are either too inconsequential to merit a full article or I can’t be bothered to come up with more than a knee-jerk reaction or a flip comment. This is November.

It came too late for the October diary, but Hallowe’en night found me back in London, this time for a dinner at the Middle Temple organised by the ARC conference. ARC was a sprawling gathering of the clans—self-styled conservatives, classical liberals, and various non-conformist sects, each evangelising its peculiar take on the one true faith, vigorously arguing and, occasionally, even more vigorously agreeing—but this event was removed both in space and spirit from the main gathering.

It was, dare I say, a very lawyerly affair in the best sense. Lawyers get a bad rap and as the profession has remorselessly legalised every walk of life, the rap has been well-deserved. But there is an older tradition, one that persists in wood-panelled and fustily-bewigged corners, where one may dimly perceive the ghostly sense of a profession that was once something quite different: a sort of City Guild-cum-philosophical academy that combined the studiousness of an Oxbridge library with the irreverence of an Oxbridge common room. There was at least a hint of that at this dinner, which took place in the Tudor hall where in 1602 the law students heard Twelfth Night performed, quite likely in the presence of Shakespeare himself, who lived just a short walk away. 

Twelfth Night contains possibly the best puncturing of pomposity in English literature, when Sir Toby Belch reproaches the prim Malvolio with: “Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?” Cakes and ale were the theme of the next event in the calendar. Earlier this year, I was honoured to receive the Lord Alfred Douglas Memorial Prize, which is awarded by Oxford “for the best sonnet or other poem written in English and in strict rhyming metre.” Although he was a minor poet himself, Douglas is best remembered today as “Bosie,” the younger lover with whom Oscar Wilde carried on (and off and on) a relationship that today would fairly be described as “toxic.” From Reading Gaol, an anguished Wilde blamed Bosie for his downfall. They reconciled imperfectly after he was released, but Bosie, true to form, posthumously repudiated his whilom rakehell.

The prize was the idea of Sheila Colman, who befriended the aging and destitute Douglas in 1943 and cared for him until his death two years later. As thanks, Douglas left her the rights to his literary estate, from which she endowed the prize. The prize money is, ironically, the same amount that Bosie’s cousin Sholto posted for Wilde’s bail during his trials after Bosie declined to do so. At the time, I promised to spend my prize on something rather less worthwhile, and I fulfilled that pledge this month by treating two dozen Oxford friends to an evening of drinks at the King’s Arms. While I can find no reference to either Bosie or Wilde drinking at the KA, it was a favourite of 20th Century Oxford poets, including Philip Larkin, of whose style my winning poem is weakly derivative. Because enough people have asked about the poem, here it is:

Leaving you by train through England

Leaving you by train through England, the hours
slip past the window, quaint Saxon village
names blur by, tongue and time and distance merge:
brōc, brook, brūcan, broken, withered flowers
of frost-remembered summer, square towers
glimpsed through rattling glass, a dateless image
of permanence where Domesday lanes converge.
Outside the land dissolves in winter showers.
‘You know this beauty isn’t natural,
each acre has felt human hands, plough-cut,
wall-mended, a cultivated tuning
over time in place. Growth means renewal,
it’s habit and not change that leaves a rut,
living things require constant pruning.’

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Politically, the news of the month over here was the return of former prime minister David Cameron to front-line politics. Responses were mixed, to put it mildly. The news was received best by the sort of corporate conservative who is prone to confusing what Norman Tebbit called “the insufferable, smug, sanctimonious, naïve, guilt-ridden, wet orthodoxy” with political sophistication. Others were less enthusiastic. In Compact, Peter Hitchens called it “a deliberate insult to conservative-minded voters” who “rightly blame him for the morally and socially liberal putsch that overwhelmed the Conservative Party in the years before 2010.” He warned that “such a stinging smack in the chops for so many formerly loyal Conservatives … will certainly cause some voters to defect rightward.” I disagree only with the last part, because I think Hitchens underestimates the degree to which conservative voters are inured to insult from the party that pretends to their philosophy. But it’s hard to improve on his conclusion that, “in between the crisis and the catastrophe, we may as well have a glass of champagne.” I couldn’t have said it better myself.

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Also on this side of the pond, street violence in Dublin added momentum in that country for a new online hate speech law of the kind that civil libertarians invariably describe as “draconian.” In this case, they have a point. The proposed law would not only punish speech that is merely offensive or insulting, it would criminalise the mere “possession” of speech that is likely to incite hate. Because this could criminalise memes or messages on your phone, the law is a standing invitation to invade citizens’ privacy. Given the connection to peaceful and violent protests against the government’s radical immigration policy, it is hard not to conclude that the government sees the new law as an effective way to silence political critics. 

This reminded me that our own Liberal government has so far failed to follow through on its own promise to introduce a law restricting online speech in Canada. I don’t know the reason for the delay, but I am grateful for it. I suspect one reason is advice from the Department of Justice that censoring Charter-protected speech would be starkly unconstitutional. This leaves the government with three choices, none of which is likely to excite the Attorney General: (1) introduce an unconstitutional law, while flagging its unconstitutionality to parliament; (2) use the notwithstanding clause; (3) or set a bar for acceptable online speech that matches Supreme Court precedent. Considering that the Supreme Court has advised that “[h]ate speech legislation is not aimed at discouraging repugnant or offensive ideas” and that Charter-protected speech includes “[r]epresentations belittling a minority group or attacking its dignity through jokes, ridicule or insults [that] may be hurtful and offensive,” this high bar is unlikely to satisfy Liberal activists who equate “hurt” with “hate.” The government appears to be stuck, and long may it remain so.

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Towards the end of the month, I popped down to Winchester for lunch with an old friend. Even the crowds wandering among the sweat-shop trinkets and sugary mulled wine at the pop-up Christmas Village couldn’t obscure the charm of the city. We explored the Norman cathedral, paying our respects to the winsome genius of Jane Austen and to the six ornate bone chests containing the remains of Cynegils, the seventh century king of Wessex, King Cnut and his wife Emma, and several other Anglo-Saxon and early Norman kings and bishops. We marvelled especially at the sentimental splendour of the late Victorian and early 20th century funereal monuments. It is impossible to imagine an inscription today as floridly confident as that of Sir Gerald Herbert Porter, CB, KCMG, “Diplomatist Administrator Explorer,” who we are told, “displayed in his brief career the resolution, the wisdom, and the heroic courage by which empires are built up and by which alone they can be sustained.” Of domestic interest was the monument to Lt Gen Sir George Prevost, which laconically recorded his achievements: “St Lucia Taken, Dominica Defended, Canada Preserved.” Less triumphant but equally intriguing was the memorial to Edward Henry Le Marchant “who was shot by a fanatic at Peshawur [sic] on the 23rd of March 1899.” Sadly, some things never change.

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Sticking with the Winchester theme, I rounded out the month with evensong at William of Wykeham’s Oxford college. Magdalen, Merton, and Christ Church chapels all have their charms, but there is nothing quite like evensong at New College. Row upon row of sculpted saints look down from their shadowy niches in the great reredos, as though curious to discover through the dim candlelight the source of the descants soaring to meet them. It is a beauty so pure it lacerates the heart and purifies the soul. Walking out into the cold night, for the first time this year I could see my breath. The end of the year beckons, and with it the end of this diary. It has been a personal indulgence, a chance to record some events probably of interest only to me alongside topical political and cultural observations too short to justify a full article, but I only ever intended it to run for one year. Next month will be the last entry.

The last two weeks have seen a financial bonanza of epic proportions showered on newsroom operators across Canada.

The mana from heaven began with the Fall Economic Statement. Buried in its voluminous analysis of the country’s growing debts and deficits were a few lines of text that increased, by more than a hundred million dollars, the government’s already multi-hundred-million-dollar scheme to directly fund journalists. With a stroke of her pen, the finance minister topped up the per journalist wage subsidy to $29,000 for every “ink-stained wretch” making a cool $85,000 a year.

Then, not a week later, Google and the government announced their joint climbdown over the Online News Act that would have forced the world’s largest online platform into a binding arbitration process to “compensate” news providers for their content. In turn for being able to arrange its funding through a single association representing all eligible news organizations in Canada, Google has agreed to contribute $100 million annually to the production costs of news content. A back-of-the-envelope calculation suggests that if this subsidy is distributed based on the current headcount of newsrooms, news organizations could receive in theory a further $12,500 in direct subsidy per journalist from Google.

So where does this flurry of new subsidies leave the Canadian news industry?

On the positive side, it means Google isn’t going to purge its platform of news content. This would have been a horrible outcome both for Google users looking for more, not less, accurate news and information and for news outlets who could well have seen the traffic on their website drop by as much as half. In such a scenario the advertising revenues that news providers generate on a cost-per-click basis would have plunged precipitously setting off a doom loop for the industry and no doubt more calls for more direct government support.

More worrying, these announcements likely push the newsrooms of print and digital news providers (think The Globe and Mail or Toronto Star) to the point where fifty percent of the staff costs of their news operations are funded by direct and indirect government supports.

This represents a full doubling of the pre-FES status quo, an amount that arguably warrants a sustained public debate about the threat that these large subsidies represent to the independence of news organizations. It simply will not be credible to readers and viewers for editors of mainstream news outlets to puff their chests and assert that journalistic standards insulate them from the results of their owners’ conspicuous rent-seeking.

The source of the subsidies matter. These monies are coming from arguably two of the most powerful groups in society today: Big Tech and big government. For news outlets to argue that we ought to take them at their word that they will hold these behemoths to account when half or more of the salaries of the very reporters they assign to cover the federal government and Google will be paid for by the very same is a jaw-droppingly audacious contention. 

It is important to acknowledge the public opinion backdrop against which these extraordinary industry supports are being extended. As Richard Stursberg wrote yesterday for The Hub’s Future of News series, our collective trust in the media is in free fall. Only 39 percent of English Canadians trust most news most of the time, down from 58 percent only five short years ago.

Without public trust, it is not clear what news will in fact become. Arguably in an era where “The News” isn’t invested with some kind of shared belief that it is more often than not factual, unbiased, and in the public interest, it simply becomes information, open to endless contestation, debate, and deconstruction. This demonstrably isn’t what a deliberative democracy like ours needs to thrive. 

In the last two weeks, thanks to significantly increased direct and arranged government supports, we have taken another large step towards an information dystopia. We have done little to anything to address the implications of declining public trust in the news. Other ways to support journalism have been largely ignored. The news industry seems mostly disinterested in these issues and ever more focused on government subsidies.

The Hub is committed to continuing to debate what is happening to journalism in Canada and put forward alternative solutions and ideas. This is a hugely challenging public policy issue. Real thought and attention focused on this problem is urgently needed. Richard Stursberg provided a novel idea yesterday (i.e. news outlets should break up with social media), and Peter Menzies last week provided a series of constructive suggestions as to how to rethink government support with the idea of weaning the press off direct subsidies.

We will keep reform-minded ideas coming via our Future of News series, and hopefully a certain government in waiting is paying attention, because this policy challenge isn’t going away and issues that are at the heart of our democracy are in play.