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America’s answer to our own dear Peter Hitchens has arrived in Moscow, where it’s widely believed he’ll be granted an interview with Putin.

That little junket has drawn a great deal of criticism, which galvanised Republican congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene into springing to Carlson’s defence. “We have a free press in this country and it’s people like Tucker Carlson who we depend on to speak the truth,” she said.

What if we replaced “to speak the truth” with “to provide a mouthpiece for enemy propaganda?” Would Mrs Greene still think the sentence made perfect sense? I bet she wouldn’t.

Therefore she must believe that Carlson’s interview with Putin will be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I, on the other hand, am certain that Carlson will turn his little tête–à–tête into a weapon for Putin to use in his hybrid war on the West. Propaganda is as essential a component of that hybrid as warfare, sabotage, terrorism and assassinations, all of them arrows from Putin’s quiver.

Now, neither Mrs Greene nor I possess prophetic powers. We don’t know for sure what Carlson’s interview with Putin could be like.

All we have to go by is history, the only possible, if not always reliable, predictor of the future. Both Mrs Greene and I know how Carlson has covered Putin’s Russia in the past. We just draw different conclusions from this knowledge.

She believes that the supposedly upcoming interview will open millions of American eyes to the truth. I, on the other hand, have no doubt that the KGB colonel will use Carlson either as a useful idiot or a knowing agent to dupe the West into cutting assistance to the Ukraine.

I don’t know what it is about Carlson’s past that convinces Mrs Greene he is likely to speak the truth on this subject. However, I know exactly what the basis for my judgement is. And, unlike her, I’m happy to share my sources with you.

So here are a few ‘truths’ Carlson has vouchsafed his devoted viewers since the start of Russian aggression on the Ukraine in 2014:

“Why is Vladimir Putin such a bad guy? He’s not Saddam Hussein, he’s not Adolf Hitler, he’s not a danger to the United States.”

“The Left sees Putin behind every problem, and they’re trying to convince us to see him too. They want to drum up a new Cold War, and you’re the target.”

“There’s a lot of lying going on, and there’s a lot of propaganda, and there’s a lot of bad journalism. And there’s a lot of people with a vested interest in making us hate Russia. And so we should be sceptical.”

“We should probably take the side of Russia if we have to choose between Russia and Ukraine.”

“Putin, for all his faults, does not hate America as much as [American liberals] do.”

“The Cold War ended a long time ago. The Soviet Union is gone. Russia is not our enemy. It’s just not.”

All the following statements have been uttered immediately before and after the full-scale Russian aggression:

“It may be worth asking yourself, since it is getting pretty serious, what is this really about? Why do I hate Putin so much? Has Putin ever called me a racist? Has he threatened to get me fired for disagreeing with him? These are fair questions, and the answer to all of them is: ‘No.’ Vladimir Putin didn’t do any of that.”

“[The Ukraine is] a pure client state of the United States State Department.”

“The Russians don’t want American missiles on their border. They don’t want a hostile government next door.”

“Ideologues within the Biden administration did not want a negotiated peace in Ukraine. They wanted, all along, and it’s very clear now, a regime-change war against Russia.”

“Whatever you think of the war in Ukraine, it is pretty clear Zelensky has no interest in freedom and democracy. In fact, Zelensky is far closer to Lenin than to George Washington. He is a dictator. He is a dangerous authoritarian who has used a hundred billion in U.S. tax dollars to erect a one-party police state in Ukraine.”

These are the lies, or what Mrs Greene regards as truths, that Carlson has been peddling for years. And these happen to be, verbatim, the message bullets Kremlin propagandists and trolls have been firing at the West for the better part of 20 years.

Now if it’s true that Putin has granted an interview to Carlson, my innate inquisitiveness makes me ask why. Dictators don’t agree to interviews unless they are absolutely certain about the interviewer’s loyalty. They want the resulting article to advance their cause, in this case that of eroding the West’s resolve to support the Ukraine.

Say what you wish about our media – and God knows I’ve said plenty – but they aren’t bursting at the seams with Putin’s agents of influence, witting or unwitting. That’s why he hasn’t granted a single interview to a Western reporter since 2022.

Now why would he single out our hero for that career-boosting gift? Tucker Carlson has answered this question himself, many times over (see the quotations above).

Modern conservative thought is the child of two fathers: Edmund Burke (d. 1797) and Joseph de Maistre (d. 1821).

Few conservatives acknowledge this double paternity: while Burke is deservedly fêted, de Maistre is undeservedly ignored. Yet the Anglican Irishman and Catholic Savoyard share many of their ideas and practically all of their premises.

Both owed much of their thought to the galvanising revulsion they felt at the sight of the French Revolution, which they saw as a direct result of atheist Enlightenment philosophy, every aspect of which they recognised as false.

Burke and, even to a greater extent, de Maistre insisted that any successful political theory should start by recognising original sin, which is to say the inherent limits to man’s reason, morality and good will.  

De Maistre in particular was scathing about the notion that, because man is inherently good and rational, people can sit down and draw a workable constitution: “We are all born despots, from the most absolute monarch in Asia to the infant who smothers a bird with its hand for the pleasure of seeing that there exists in the world a being weaker than itself.”

Because Christianity, supposedly based on a myth, produces a realistic view of man, it can spin off a true political philosophy. By contrast, atheism, supposedly based on reason, can only produce an ideology, a secular faith resting on man’s fanciful notions contradicting reality.

Man is by nature flawed, wrote de Maistre. Hence: “The science of government… [is] a matter which requires experience, and even more experience than any person can gain in his whole life.”

And also: “Who would not say the best political constitution is that which has been debated and drafted by statesmen perfectly acquainted with the national character, and who have foreseen every circumstance? Nevertheless nothing is more false. The best constituted people is the one that has the fewest written constitutional laws, and every written constitution is WORTHLESS.”

When the Salic Law was being debated in France, its opponents demanded to know where it was written. Developing his line of thought, de Maistre retorted: “It’s written in the hearts of Frenchmen.” The same goes for any constitutional document: if it’s written in the peoples’ hearts, it’s superfluous. And if it’s not written there, it’s useless.

De Maistre’s thought, like Burke’s, was informed by a reverence for tradition and the collective wisdom amassed by past generations. Filial submission to tradition will lead to the wisdom of knowing what works and what doesn’t. This will produce much better results than any set of abstract and ultimately unattainable ideals based on rights.

Even more than Burke, de Maistre despised the theory of social contract. Man, he wrote, was a gregarious animal, which is why governments occurred naturally over time and not as a result of some groups of people getting together in a contractual transaction: “To hear these defenders of democracy talk, one would think that the people deliberate like a committee of wise men, whereas in truth judicial murders, foolhardy undertakings, wild choices, and above all foolish and disastrous wars are eminently the prerogatives of this form of government.”

Millions of people died in the immediate aftermath, and as a direct result, of the Revolution. Since then, hundreds of millions perished as a result of fallible men trusting their power to make infallible decisions. Thus de Maistre stands vindicated, though I doubt he’d derive much satisfaction from this.

Today’s conservatives who rail against the depredations visited by modernity but without offering a clear vision of the alternative should learn from de Maistre, who wrote: “What we want isn’t counter-revolution, but the opposite of a revolution.” (It’s more poignant in the original: “Nous ne voulons pas la contre-révolution mais le contraire de la révolution.”)

God, argued de Maistre, produces human institutions and brings them to maturity slowly, which makes patience a great social virtue. Since God’s wisdom, as refracted through centuries of tradition, is superior to man’s reason, we should understand, accept and follow the direction laid down by Providence. The guidance of an authority whose legitimacy derives from God will ultimately prove more reliable and realistic than any ideas concocted by men.

In matters secular, religious authority should work hand in hand with the monarchy, the only institution that accurately reflects the will of God and the nature of man. Yet a monarch will lose his legitimacy if he violates just laws. De Maistre in fact acknowledged that Louis XVI had committed such violations. But the proper response, he argued, was to reform the existing order, not to overthrow it.

A just government, wrote de Maistre, should be an expression of the national character. He despised the Enlightenment idea of universal rights of man: “Now, there is no such thing as ‘man’ in this world. In my life I have seen Frenchmen, Italians, Russians, and so on. I even know, thanks to Montesquieu, that one can be Persian. But as for man, I declare I’ve never encountered him.”

Interestingly, this great master of the French language never lived in France – he was born in Chambéry in the Savoy, which at that time belonged to the King of Sardinia. It was as his ambassador that de Maistre spent 14 years in Russia, where he influenced many thinkers, especially Tolstoy.

De Maistre even appears as a minor character in War and Peace, where Tolstoy quoted, without attribution, whole pages of de Maistre’s articles on history. However, if de Maistre’s determinism was based on divine providence, Tolstoy bizarrely attributed his to some indeterminate historical forces.

De Maistre’s diplomatic mission was a great success, but he was eventually expelled when the tsar found out that under his Ultramontane influence Russian aristocrats had begun to convert to Catholicism en masse (as did, for example, Princess Helen in War and Peace).

It was with Russia in mind that de Maistre uttered his most famous adage: “Every nation gets the government it deserves”. Thousands of people have quoted this aphorism, but most without knowing its provenance. That seems to be de Maistre’s lot: much influence and little recognition. On balance, that’s better than the other way around, as I’m sure he’d agree.

Could it really have been 14 years ago? Let me check… yes, it was 2010 when Simon Heffer invited me to the launch of Strictly English, his book on style and grammar. What can I tell you, time does fly even when you aren’t having fun.

When friends invite me to such events, I feel duty-bound to buy the book being launched and then at least make an effort to read it. In that case no effort was required: the book turned out to be well-written, entertaining and informative.

By and large, I agreed with most of Simon’s prescriptions and proscriptions, except emphatically one. I was reminded of that (and the homicidal rate at which time passes) this morning when spotting the offending title in today’s Telegraph.

It did make me lachrymose, if only inwardly. I mourned the passage of something dear to me but apparently useless to Simon: the hyphen. He berated that time-honoured punctuation mark for slowing the reader down. And fair enough, excessive use of this or any other punctuation may have that effect.

Yet God never creates useless things, and the hyphen is no exception. In fact, I’d venture a guess that, for each instance of the hyphen slowing the narrative down, there are several where its absence misleads the reader and makes him go over the sentence again to understand what on earth the author means.

Let’s see if you react to the headline that made me cry inwardly in a similarly weepy way: Thunberg Cleared after Unlawful Protest Arrest.

Granted, the words ‘Thunberg cleared’ are by themselves sufficient to make any sensible man break out in tears. As far as I’m concerned, that infernal child is guilty as charged, whatever it is she is charged with. But leaving the content of the sentence aside for the time being, let’s focus on its form.

What was unlawful, the protest or the arrest? The sentence leaves the choice up in the air but, if anything, it’s more natural to read it as if it was the arrest that was unlawful. Although, as far as I’m concerned, no arrest of Greta Thunberg for anything can ever be unlawful, some arrests in the history of law enforcement have been just that.

I had to read the lead paragraph to realise that it wasn’t the arrest but the protest that regrettably had been found not to break the law. Had the headline said Thunberg Cleared after Unlawful-Protest Arrest, I would have saved a few seconds of my time, which does fly.

Punctuation is there to help the reader breeze through a sentence without his eye tripping over ambiguities. Yet unlike, say, Russian and German, our language treats punctuation in a way I can only describe by the true-blue English term laissez-faire.

It’s every man for himself and damn the hyphen, the comma – and as to the colon and semi-colon, using them marks the writer as an antediluvian fossil. By and large, English leaves punctuation to the author’s discretion, allowing him to exercise his own judgement of what is or isn’t necessary.

The illiterati like to justify their solecisms by saying “Language changes”. True. It does. But what remains constant is the need for language to communicate clearly.

The general tendency is to get rid of superfluous punctuation. That’s fine, as long as we don’t throw out the baby of necessary punctuation with the bathwater of the unnecessary kind.

Thus it would take an inveterate pedant to insist on hyphenating words like ‘fig leaf’ or ‘pigeonhole’. Yet both fig-leaf and pigeon-hole were standard fare just a few decades ago.

The conservative in me tends to believe that any change is for the worse, especially the kind that comes from the widening use of computers and their lingo. But computers, typewriters or quill pens, the hyphen does come into its own in compound-modifier constructions, a term that itself is hyphenated.

The headline under discussion is a case in point, but one can think of many other such cases. For example, if I wrote another headline, High School Pupils Beat Up Teacher, how would you understand it?

Forgettting justified concerns about the quality of our secondary education, did the unfortunate teacher suffer that assault at the hands of pupils going to high school? Or were the culprits school pupils high on drugs? Both are, alas, possible but, had I written “high-school pupils” there would be no ambiguity.

Another example: Australian football players strike me as thuggish. Do I mean Australian soccer players or those who play Australian rules football? (Note that the latter phrase can survive without a hyphen, though I’d still favour one for old times’ sake.) You can’t be sure.

I have many more important reasons (many more reasons that are important, or many reasons that are even more important?) to defend the hyphen from the encroachments of modernity, as championed in this case, and in this case only, by Simon Heffer.  

But as a hard working man (muscular or industrious working man?), I think I’ll save my time and yours. And no, I’m not angling for a job as Telegraph sub-editor.

“Facts are stubborn things,” said John Adams. “If so,” said Josef Stalin, “so much the worse for facts”.

In that spirit, whatever facts contradicted “the only true [in fact, the only allowable] teaching” of Marx/Engels/Lenin/Stalin were hushed up, while their promulgators were either imprisoned or shot.

It’s refreshing to see the alacrity with which Western countries are adopting, mutatis mutandis, the same approach for the same reasons. The protected ideology is slightly different and the punitive measures are less severe. But the principle remains: anyone spreading uncomfortable truths had better shut up – or else.

The German politician and writer Thilo Sarrazin felt the full brunt of this tendency in 2010, when he published his book Germany Abolishes Itself. There he showed, figures in hand, that – and I hope you are sitting down – ethnically different immigrants are differently able to adapt to German life.

Following the publication, nothing was said about Sarrazin that hadn’t already been said about Heinrich Himmler. He was a racist, fascist, Nazi and all those other things. Yes, but what about the facts he cited? Are they true?

Who cares?, was the resounding reply, followed by the phrase in the title above. That was a rhetorical question, but let’s suppose it wasn’t. Let’s insist that we do care and consider the facts, even if we have to scourge ourselves later with the lash of enforced self-reeducation.

Sarrazin looked at groups of second-generation immigrants, people born in Germany to parents born elsewhere. Those groups, all born, bred and educated in the same environment, were assessed for such outcomes as the proportion of school graduates and those going on to university, average income at a certain age, unemployment rate at the same age and so on.

The differences among the groups were staggering, reaching different orders of magnitude in some parameters. People of Chinese, Korean and Vietnamese ethnicity outperformed not only other migrant communities but also the average indigenous Germans.

Those from Eastern Europe and the former USSR were within a few points on either side of the average German levels, those from Turkey were below them, with those from the Middle East and Africa bringing up the rear.

Interestingly, these result tally with those in the US, and Thomas Sowell has been writing about this for at least five decades. The incomes of immigrants from South East Asia are higher than the median American levels, whereas people from Africa and the West Indies are at the very bottom of the list.

Any exponent of the only socially, politically and (soon) legally acceptable ideology has a ready response at his itchy fingertips. Discrimination! The inexorable progress of certain minorities is artificially held back by institutional racism prevalent in the West.

Fine. Agreed. Conceded. But in that case, all groups suffering from such bigotry must be similarly held back. And those groups that succeed beyond average statistical expectations must be getting a boost from positive discrimination, known in the US as affirmative action.

The logic is irrefutable. The only trouble is, it’s not borne out by facts, which both Sarrazin and Sowell demonstrate.

American Jews, for example, suffered from discrimination in the past, and even now it’s hard to argue that they are singled out for preferential treatment. Yet they have always been the most successful ethnic group in America, having only recently ceded that position to South East Asians.

Both Sowell and Sarrazin also cite an even more striking example, the plight of the Chinese in Malaysia and Indonesia. Actually, ‘plight’ is only applicable to their civil status. When it comes to their economic performance, ‘smashing success’ is more appropriate.

In Malaysia, where the ethnic Chinese settled in the 19^th century, they make up 22 per cent of the population. Indigenous Malaysians have all the political power, which they use to discriminate against the Chinese and violate their basic civil rights.

In spite of that, the median incomes and assets of the Chinese minority are more than twice those of the ethnic Malayans. And the situation in Indonesia is even starker.

The Chinese make up between 1.5 and three per cent of the population there, and in my lifetime they’ve suffered not only run-of-the-mill discrimination but also genocide. In 1965-1966, there was a massive purge of communists, with over a million killed. But, as always is the case, perpetrators of mass homicide also indulge in a bit of genocide while they are at it.

Thus tens of thousands of ethnic Chinese who had nothing to do with communism were murdered out of hand. Since then they’ve kept a low profile, while ethnic Javanese control the country and discriminate against the Chinese. Nonetheless, ethnic Chinese own more than half of the country’s major corporations. And their median income is three times higher than that of the Javanese.

And in the Philippines, where the Chinese make up about one per cent of the population, they are estimated to control up to 60 per cent of the country’s economy.

All this goes to show that discrimination, even where it’s real and not, as in the US, mythical, can’t keep some groups down. And positive discrimination, be it in the shape of welfare handouts or preferential treatment for jobs and university places, fails to pull some groups in the same countries up.

The reasons for this are numerous and complex. They have to do with differences in cultural traditions, strength of families, social expectations, peer pressure, attitudes to education and hard work. But it would take a Stalinist treatment of facts to refuse even to consider a genetic component in that mix.

By all means, reject it with all the righteous wrath it deserves – but only after investigating it with the dispassionate detachment of a scientist, not the fire-eating venom of an ideologue.

However, even if you aren’t willing to undertake such a study, please accept that more conscientious researchers aren’t ipso facto fascists, Nazis or racists. They may just want to know the truth.

Before pulling my wisdom tooth out the other day, the dentist asked me to sign a consent form, whereby I agreed to accept whatever risks the procedure entailed.

I attached my autograph to the piece of paper before me, rendering my soul to God and my teeth to the dentist. The transaction was straightforward, if in my view unnecessarily bureaucratic.

That, however, is more than I can say for my consent to be governed. I don’t recall ever signing a form to that effect, much less a binding social contract. Yet the terms ‘social contract’ and ‘consent of the governed’ are the two legs modern Western governments stand on, by and large firmly.

Both terms were coined by clever people trying to understand what makes governments just and legitimate. The need for a legitimising theory is obvious: governments have to take away some of our freedoms, giving us something in return.

That exchange has to be seen as voluntary, for otherwise the state would be tyrannical, and that’s not the image Western states like to project. I get all that. Yet the two terms in question still strike me as dubious.

In modern times, both were put forth as a refutation of traditional Western legitimacy derived from the divine right of kings. My two favourite political theorists accepted the concept of the divine right, but understood it differently.

Burke was quite literal about it: God willed the state. De Maistre was perhaps more accurate in his phrasing when arguing that traditional institutions go so far back that they disappear in the haze of time – we can’t trace them back to their historical origin. Therefore we might as well assume they come from God.

Either way, divine right was a factor of continuity: monarchies ruling in its name bound together generations past, present and future. The power of such monarchies was seldom absolute: some representative bodies, such as councils of elders, baron assemblies or parliaments kept it in check, but without denying the underlying principle. Divine right, like any other, came packaged with obligations to the issuing authority, which was another, less earthly, check.

When traditional institutions started to totter around the 17^th century, Thomas Hobbes et al. began to ponder other options. Unlike Rousseau a century later, Hobbes didn’t believe in the innate goodness of man. In a “state of nature”, he famously wrote, human life would be “solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short”. That would lead to an incessant “war of all against all”.

To avoid that calamity, men entered into a social contract, subjecting themselves to an absolute sovereign, either individual or collective. They agreed to forfeit some of their natural rights, getting security in return. The theory was later developed by Locke and Rousseau, with the latter standing it on its head.

In his tract Du contrat social, Rousseau used the theory of the social contract to lay down the foundations of the modern totalitarian state:

“The state should be capable of transforming every individual into part of the greater whole from which he, in a manner, gets his life and being; of altering man’s constitution for the purpose of strengthening it. [It should be able] to take from the man his own resources and give him instead new ones alien to him and incapable of being made use of without the help of others. The more completely these inherited resources are annihilated, the greater and more lasting are those which he acquires.”

The idea of the social contract is thus not without its nightmarish potential, one that was amply realised by Rousseau’s followers soon after his death. That makes the concept too voluminous to be precise, able to include the affirmation of natural rights and their denial, democracy and dictatorship, freedom and tyranny.

That makes me question the validity of the very concept, which strikes me as mythological. Any real contract I’ve ever seen includes certain provisions without which it would be meaningless, such as the date on which it was signed, its duration, the clearly defined end it serves, the terms under which it could be cancelled, notarisation by a superior legal authority both parties accept as unquestionable.

The social contract has none of these. If we look at the traditional, organic state of Christendom, then de Maistre was right: since it can’t be traced back to any specific date, we might as well assume it came from God. Yet modern contrived states do start at a specific time, the USA in 1776, France in 1789, the USSR in 1917, Israel in 1948 and so on.

So was that the time the citizens of those states entered into an eternally binding social contract? If so, what are the cancellation terms? That is a serious problem because neither Hobbes nor Locke nor Rousseau made any such provisions. In effect, their social contract can only be annulled by a violent overthrow of government. In that sense, the social contract both legitimises and presupposes revolutions.

And what serves as the notarising authority standing above both sides? Illogically, it’s one of the parties to the contract, the state, that notarises the agreement. The state codifies the contract in any number of documents it issues and a tiny proportion of the people, if that, vote for. This kind of arrangement may be any number of things, from diabolical to celestial. What it definitely isn’t is a valid contract.

The same goes for the related concept: consent of the governed. This term appears in the very first paragraph of the American Declaration of Independence: “… That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.”

Is one to assume that the 56 delegates to the Continental Congress issued their consent to be governed on behalf of my American friends living today in New York, Texas, California and Michigan? Or was it the roughly six percent of the population able to vote for the US Constitution in 1789?

Looking at the issue synchronically rather than diachronically, today’s democracies operate on the assumption that, say, 30 per cent of the population voting in a government thereby give consent to be governed on behalf of the other 70 per cent. That’s nonsensical.

Let’s say 30 per cent of Britons vote in something like a Corbyn-led government, communist in all but name. Am I to assume I’ve consented to be governed by those I regard as satanic, even though I voted against them?

Both terms, social contract and consent of the governed, are fanciful misnomers. They have little to do with any political realities or even political ideals. For just societies are governed by just institutions lovingly nurtured over centuries.

It’s such institutions that give physical shape to the three pillars on which, according to Burke, government should rest: prejudice, which is intuitive knowledge; prescription, which is truth passed on by previous generations; and presumption, which is inference from the common experience of mankind.

And it’s those institutions that express prejudice, prescription and presumption as just laws that people must obey for as long as they live within the realm governed by such institutions. The word ‘must’ invalidates any notion of consent. And the term ‘contract’ is best kept for the commercial arena, where it has a precise meaning.

I pity Gabriel Attal, newly appointed French prime minister.

At a barely postpubescent age of 34, he has suffered from both homophobic and anti-Semitic abuse.

That double whammy didn’t stop his political rise, but it must have left plenty of scar tissue.

Gabe likes to boast that he has become the first “prime minister while openly assuming [my] homosexuality. In all that, I see the sign that our country is moving, that mindsets are evolving.”

On that issue, perhaps, although he’d be ill-advised to put that observation to a test in rural France inhabited by farmers. Those traditionally conservative and fiercely individualistic chaps aren’t for evolving, which has to put them on a collision course with the EU, the opposite of everything conservative and individualistic.

So it has transpired. Yet, while young Gabe is strong enough to take it, he can also dish it out. Faced with angry farmers who have besieged and blockaded Paris with their tractors and hay bales, Gabe lashed out with a furious counterattack.

He stigmatised the protesting farmers with the worst insult an EU apparatchik can think of: likening them to Brexiteers. That’s what I’d call faintly praising with damnation.

Now, I don’t know if Gabe is capable of factual accuracy and logical thought, although I rather doubt it. But even if he is, such faculties fall by the wayside whenever he or any other EU creature feels his cherished contrivance is under threat. To begin with, Attal contradicted himself in two consecutive sentences.

First, he accused the uppity farmers of angling for Frexit in disguise. Then, after barely a full stop, he claimed that “not a single French person” wanted to leave the EU. One has to infer that young Gabe doesn’t regard those farmers as French, which has to be an inference too far.

It’s just that he left out two words, “I know”, after “not a single French person”. The sentence would then ring true: I’m sure he knows few people other than EU bureaucrats, which is to say people in or around the French government.

By contrast, I’ve met only a few people in that coterie, but fair enough: they all adore the EU with a blindness characteristic of true love. But I must have the advantage over Gabe of knowing quite a few other French people as well: farmers, artisans, tradesmen, small businessmen. And most of them detest the EU with the passion of the Brexiteers Gabe loathes.

“Less Europe is less power for France,” said Gabe. And he could prove that with a single-word example: “Brexit. Its supporters promised happy days for the British economy and the British people. Last week, because of Brexit, Britain’s last blast furnaces shut. No more steel is made in the UK. In France on the other hand, notably because of investments from Europe, industry is reviving.”

I must compliment Gabe on his ability to squeeze so many lies into a short paragraph. He has got what it takes to become the next president of the EU Commission.

First, people voted for Brexit not because they wanted new riches, but because they wanted old sovereignty. Second, those blast furnaces were shut not because of Brexit, but because of the global warming zealotry common to all Western countries, including France and, lamentably, Britain. Those furnaces, however, are being replaced with electric ones to make sure Britain will still be able to make steel, if at an exorbitant cost. Third, Britain’s manufacturing output, though deplorably low, is still higher than France’s.

Blaming Brexit and, by implication, les anglo-saxons for France’s ills is a time-honoured sport, with every participant ending up on the losing side. The farmers’ problems are caused not by Britain but by the EU and its French quislings suffocating French agriculture with rotten policies and imbecilic regulations.

Most of the latter have to do with madcap environmental diktats, each producing an avalanche of forms, that raison d’être of bureaucracy in general and EU bureaucracy in particular. Instead of sowing and reaping, French farmers have to take a full day each week to fill in rubric after rubric with information on the putative damage their subversive activities cause ‘our planet’.

They have been hit hard by EU measures to cut nitrogen emissions, ban CO₂-emitting vehicles by 2035 and return a proportion of arable land to nature. In parallel, the government announced a rise in diesel duty, cutting deeper into the already low margins of tilling the land.

The farmers are also protesting against the artificially low wholesale prices imposed on them by supermarket chains.

Here I must display disinterested selflessness by saying that, though food makes up a big chunk of my own expenditure, its cost is still artificially low. Westerners have never spent such a small proportion of their income on food, a situation made possible partly by cartel-like pressures on farmers.

Back in the 90s we used to spend our holidays in a small Tuscan house we hired from a local farmer. Once we noticed a whole field of peppers rotting on his land. We asked Sergio if he’d object to us picking up a few for our supper. Not at all, he said. Take all of them if you wish.

Turned out he had planted the peppers because the EU had given him a subsidy to do so. However, the wholesale price he could command was artificially kept at, in our money, £10 for 100 kilos. That made it cheaper for Sergio to let the peppers rot than to harvest them.

The French farmers are also demanding protectionist measures against unfairly cheap foreign imports, such as grain and poultry from the Ukraine. That creates a clash of my innermost convictions.

First, the Ukraine’s need for exports is greater than the farmers’ need for higher prices, although I realise how little ice this argument would cut. Second, it has been known since Adam Smith at least that protectionism hurts the protectors more than their targets. Consumers of protected goods have to pay more for them, which reduces their fiscal power to patronise successful industries not requiring protection.

As Smith put it: “To give the monopoly of the home-market to the produce of domestic industry… must, in almost all cases, be either a useless or a hurtful regulation. If the produce of domestic can be brought there as cheap as that of foreign industry, the regulation is evidently useless. If it cannot, it must generally be hurtful.”

Let’s thank the great man for his qualifier “…almost…”. Agriculture is a vital industry not only to the French economy but also, even more so, to the French psyche. It’s like the motor industry in Germany and the financial industry in Britain. If it faces demise, even a conservative government (which Attal’s isn’t) would weigh its affection for classical economics against its commitment to the country’s people.

Attal has hastily offered some concessions to the farmers. He put on hold the increase in diesel duty, promised new subsidies for wineries, tax breaks for dairy farmers, and putting pressure on supermarket chains. So far such promises have failed to lift the blockade around Paris but, even when it’s removed, the underlying problem won’t have gone away.

For, as I’ve mentioned above, the collectivist, modernist, bureaucratic ethos of European federalism is existentially incompatible with the conservative, individualistic mindset of farmers – and not just in France. The same jacqueries are breaking out all over Europe, in Holland, Germany, Romania, Poland and Belgium, with cities like Antwerp and Hamburg also besieged.

That’s bad news for the EU and good news for ‘right-wing populist’ (in fact, variously fascisoid) parties. In France, Le Pen’s Rassemblement National is leading Macron’s party by 10 points, with a similar trend observable across Europe. Farmers do pack a mean political punch in Europe.

One is tempted to think that, when Paul wrote to the Galatians, he also had EU bureaucrats and their local quislings in mind: “whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”  The language is suitably agricultural; the warning is suitably dire.

Some 600 years ago, Desiderius Erasmus formulated a fundamental principle of medicine: prevention is better than cure.

The idea is sound – so sound, in fact, that it goes beyond medicine. Relevant to my theme today is its extension into the field, or rather battlefield, of war. For anyone in his right mind will agree that ideally it’s better to prevent war than to wait until it has piled up countless corpses.

However, like all idealistic notions, this one runs headlong into the stone wall of the lapidary question: how? Yet for once this wall is easy to breech. For the Roman writer Vagetius had answered this question almost 1,000 years before Erasmus: if you want peace, prepare for war. The idea migrated into the Western psyche via Plato and there it has stayed, for people to ignore.

I’d suggest that the reverse of this adage also works: if you want war, prepare for peace. Modern Western governments have been toiling tirelessly to prove this inversion true to life.

I have now lived in the West for over half a century, in the US, England and, part-time over the past 23 years, also in France. Hence I’ve seen dozens of budget statements issued by assorted Secretaries, Chancellors and Finance Ministers.

Each has been different in details, but similar in general principles. In areas where allocations should have been cut, they were increased – and vice versa. The first category has almost invariably included the cost of increasing the state’s power over individuals: things like welfare, free this or that, now also ‘climate change’.

Such a self-empowering mission necessitated cuts elsewhere. And one state after another has looked at defence budgets the way a Hollywood starlet looks at herself in the mirror before a party to decide what else she could take off.

Each state has treated serving itself at the people’s expense as mandatory, but protecting the people as strictly optional. Defence budgets have been frozen or shrunk in the permafrost conditions of self-serving irresponsibility.

That outrage has been gift-wrapped in the tissue of lies about the constantly diminishing threat to world peace, the different nature of warfare enabling countries to defend themselves on the cheap, monsters thirsting for blood supposedly turning into angels pining for trade.

However, the threat has steadily grown, the monsters have become thirstier for the congealing liquor, and the nature of warfare, while undoubtedly changing, hasn’t obviated the need for more and better armaments and more and better soldiers. Yet Western governments have treated this fact with blithe disregard.

I remember Dave (now Lord) Cameron proudly announcing the reduction of our armed forces to the risible pre-Napoleonic level of 70,000. Today’s armies no longer need to be large to do the job, he explained. I wonder whether Dave, now Foreign Secretary, has changed that inane opinion looking at Putin’s war on the Ukraine.

As the money got tighter, the will got slacker. So did the understanding of history, geopolitics and, above all, human nature. Rousseau’s fallacy of man’s innate goodness has, against all evidence, been accepted as fact. Evil was still acknowledged to exist individually, at the level of a wayward chap knocking off a corner shop, but not collectively, at the level of nations.

At the heart of this lamentable misapprehension lay the typical smugness of the middleclass philistine certain that everyone is, or craves to become, just like him – and all classes in the modern West gravitate towards the middle. Hence the people were amenable to that message; it tallied with their self-perception.

Since all people, and hence all countries, were presumed essentially good even if temporarily bad, all we had to do was open the paths they could take to the shining ideal of our own virtue.

In that spirit, instead of arming ourselves against the manifestly evil states, we continued to rebuild their economies through subsidies and preferential trade. We ignored the growing evidence of their nastiness and treated our sworn enemies as friends in the making. Alas, when you open your arms to an enemy, you leave your body unguarded against his knife.

Thus the West has systematically rebuilt the economies of two evil states, Russia and China, while largely ignoring the steady rise of Iran as the leader of the Islamic crusade against the West. To his credit, Donald Trump tried to do something about that third threat, if not the other two. Yet the nature of modern democracies is such that bad policies effortlessly float from one government to the next, while good ones fall prey to short-term political gain.

One lesson that the West refuses to learn with pig-headed obstinacy is that, unlike our own politicians, evil dictators say what they mean and mean what they say. Thus Putin’s de facto declaration of war on the West, otherwise known as his 2007 Munich speech, was dismissed as empty rhetoric.

Yet Putin clearly stated his intention of using NATO’s eastward expansion as a pretext for future aggression. “I think it is obvious,” he said, “that NATO expansion… represents a serious provocation that reduces the level of mutual trust. And we have the right to ask: against whom is this expansion intended?”

Why, against the very same country that has throughout history pounced on its western neighbours, succeeded in enslaving some, and has given few indications that she has changed, should have been the response, followed by a massive rebuilding of NATO defences. Instead George W. Bush notoriously looked into Putin’s eyes and saw his virtuous soul lurking underneath.

Bush was a Republican, Biden is a Democrat, but the issue is civilisational, not partisan. The West refuses to follow Vagetius’s and Erasmus’s advice and deploy the only strategy capable of deterring aggression: building up its own strength to a level guaranteed to turn any evil assault into a pointless suicide mission.

As a result, Putin acted on his threat, in Georgia first, then in the Ukraine. His full-blown war on the latter gave the West the unique opportunity of gaining victory by proxy. Instead of sending its own soldiers into battle, all NATO had to do was send enough tools for the Ukrainians to do the job. Yet Western countries, led by Biden’s America, adopted the cowardly strategy of doing just enough to prevent Russia’s immediate victory but not enough to ensure her crushing defeat.

The level of American supplies has been steadily diminishing and, step by blood-dripping step, the Russian advance has been growing in inverse proportion. This puts NATO members in the direct line of Russian assault, and the West’s craven response is almost guaranteed to embolden Putin. Sooner or later, the West will lose peace because it has failed to prepare for war.

The Chinese gun is locked and loaded in the east, pointing at Taiwan to start with. That threat has manifestly increased since the start of Putin’s war, as has the threat posed by Iran in the Middle East. This suggests that the new, real axis of evil acts in a coordinated fashion, spreading the West thin.

Iran has served up the latest demonstration by killing three American soldiers at the US base in Jordan, the sixtieth such attack on US bases since 2022 and, miraculously, the first lethal one. The reasons for this increased hostility are clear.

The Biden administration, arguably the worst and certainly the weakest in my lifetime, abandoned Trump’s hard stance on Iran, while acting in the spirit of Trump’s faith in the power of a deal. But, as Golda Meir once remarked, you can’t make a deal with those who want to kill you.

Let’s wait for the forthcoming US response – and hope it’ll go beyond a mere token. Now is the time to downgrade Iran’s ability to threaten the West by a massive strike on its infrastructure, military facilities and nuclear reactors.

Considering that the Iranians are less enthusiastic about the mullahs than the Russians are about Putin, such an action could conceivably put paid to the current regime, knock Iran out of the axis of evil and give the West one less problem to worry about. Yet I doubt that Biden has what it takes to respond in this way – in fact, I’m sure he doesn’t.

Instead we can expect new, heavier strikes against Iran’s proxies, all those infernal terrorist gangs gnawing at peace from different directions. However, Iran itself is a proxy, of Putin’s regime with which it enjoys a most cordial friendship. And any strike at any proxy, of either Iran or Russia, will be merely a palliative.

NATO could still vindicate Vagetius and Erasmus by striking at the principal promulgator of evil west of the Urals, Putin’s regime. All it would take is giving the Ukraine a couple of hundred warplanes and a few hundred long-range missiles, while stepping up our own preparations for war.

That, and not hopeful trust in innate human goodness, will prevent a catastrophe. Anything short of that will invite it.

A couple of months ago, Donald Trump boasted he would end the war in the Ukraine “in one day. I would tell Zelensky, no more [aid]. You got to make a deal.”

Anyone who hopes for the Ukraine’s victory must tremble at the prospect of another Trump presidency. Such a hopeful person, however, should tremble just as much at the prospect of another Biden presidency.

Either candidate will spell bad news for the Ukraine, inasmuch as she depends on US aid. Biden’s policy of drip-feeding armaments and munitions clearly comes from his reluctance to see the Ukraine win. He’ll do the bare minimum to show that America is on the side of the PR angels, but that’s all he’ll do.

Whether this policy comes from cowardice or from a gross misunderstanding of Russia’s threat is open to conjecture. What is clearcut is that the Biden administration doesn’t feel that the Ukraine’s victory is a matter of vital national interest for America. Or else it cares less about America’s vital interests than about its own, which is to stay in power for another four years.

In any case, picking on Biden ill-behoves a sporting man. Throughout his half-century in government, he has never risen above mediocrity, and that’s on a good day. Trump is a more inviting target, mainly because of the exorbitant claims made by him and about him.

To paraphrase Tolstoy, every man is a fraction where the numerator is what he is and the denominator what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator, the smaller the fraction, and in Trump’s case it’s minute.

I can’t recall a single president in my lifetime who has inspired so much fanatical love in some and fervent hatred in others. I feel neither extreme, though when I look at Biden as the alternative I become better-disposed towards Trump. If I could still vote in US elections, the choice would be a no-brainer.

Having said that, Trump displays a concentrated version of many qualities I despise in a man and fear in a leader. The sentence above serves up a perfect illustration.

It’s a cliché to describe Trump as a self-aggrandising narcissist, but he gives other self-aggrandising narcissists a bad name. First, he knows he is omnipotent, and he doesn’t care who else knows it. Hence his boast that he could end in one day a war that has been going for almost two years, or actually 10, if we count from the annexation of the Crimea.

Second, he clearly sees life in purely transactional terms, as a series of ‘deals’. This is sheer vulgarity, which shouldn’t unduly surprise anyone. Trump, after all, is an exceedingly vulgar man, which is largely the nature of his appeal to the broad masses who see his vulgarity as a redeeming counterpoise to his wealth.

But when it comes to geopolitics, Trump’s faith in the power of a deal betrays not only his vulgarity but also his smug ignorance. For a deal presupposes a compromise, a bit of give and take, you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.

That sort of thing works in commerce, where both parties are usually driven by nothing but pecuniary interests. However, when one country commits an unprovoked aggression against the other, making it hang on for dear life while its towns are razed, its infrastructure is wiped out, its civilians are murdered, tortured, looted and raped, the stumbling block has nothing to do with money.

The choice is between the attacked nation’s life or death, and there is no possibility of compromise built into that dichotomy. That’s how Ukrainians see it, and hence that’s how Zelensky has to see it: unlike Russia, the Ukraine is a functional democracy.

Then notice that Trump’s idea of ending the war is twisting Zelensky’s arm: “You got to make a deal” or no more aid. That’s how one talks to the party that started a war, not to one on its receiving end. How about telling Putin he has to make a deal? After all, Trump has always expressed his unreserved admiration for the ghoul in the Kremlin, a feeling that has been gratefully reciprocated.

Trump doesn’t seem to realise – or pretends not to realise – that Putin didn’t pounce on the Ukraine like a rabid dog because he wanted some mythical deal. The only deal he would accept is extinguishing the Ukraine’s sovereignty and turning the country into a part of Russia or at least her satellite.

Even if Zelensky agreed to freezing the war in the present position, Putin wouldn’t even consider such a ‘deal’. He wants to rearrange the post-war world order of which NATO has been the guarantor. Putin has always portrayed the war as one against NATO, not just one against its proxy, the Ukraine.

Neither would such a deal be possible for Zelensky. Delivering a third of his country’s territory to Russia is worse than just accepting defeat. It’s accepting the Russian boot stamping Ukrainian national pride into the dirt. Anyone who thinks any such thing is possible may not know that Ukrainians fought a guerrilla war against the Russians for at least 10 years after the Second World War – against prohibitive odds.

Many Westerners readily agree that nations or races are perfectly justified in feeling resentment against, and seeking restitution for, oppression they suffered centuries ago. Yet some of the same people refuse to accept that Holodomor, the systematic and deliberate starving to death of millions of Ukrainians by the Russians in my parents’ generation, has left no lasting scars.

Take the word of someone who doesn’t just know Ukrainians from hearsay: it has. Even back in the ‘60s, I remember how Ukrainian Soviets resented Russian Soviets – long before Russia became a fascist state and the Ukraine a free one. More to the point, before the Russian fascist state perpetrated the new, current round of unspeakable atrocities against the Ukraine.

Note also the method by which Trump proposes to force Zelensky into a deal: blackmail. If he doesn’t play along, no more aid – fend for yourself, see if I care.

That’s the talk of a self-obsessed bully, not of a statesman. But the Ukraine doesn’t strike me as an easy mark for bullying.

If he gets re-elected, Trump should think twice before trying to withdraw all American aid for the Ukraine. That could end up meaning withdrawing America from her present position as the Leader of the Free World. If Europe takes up the defence slack left by the US (which I think it should do one way or the other), America’s claim to that status and the benefits it confers would be weakened.

If you surf the Internet for comments made by the MAGA lot, you’ll see a ubiquitous leitmotif: what matters is what Trump does, not what he says. That would barely be true even about you or me. But anyone who says that about the leader of a major nation doesn’t understand that every word uttered by such a man constitutes a deed.

So yes, in the early stages of Putin’s aggression against the Ukraine, Trump did supply a few Javelins to the Ukraine, had a few Wagnerians killed in Syria and acquiesced (not without some kicking and screaming) to the first batch of sanctions against Russia.

But that was before the full-blown war started in February, 2022. It’s anyone’s guess whether Trump would have sustained the aid for the past two years, even at the miserly level delivered by Biden. My guess is that he would have thrown the Ukraine to the wolves, but, that indeed being a guess, I wouldn’t insist on it too passionately.

His words are the only thing we have to go by. And when they form a sentence like the one above, they really tell us all we need to know.

A New York jury has ruled that Donald Trump must pay $83.3 million to E. Jean Carroll, a writer he was found to have defamed by denying her allegation of sexual assault.

 Trump immediately described the verdict, with his usual contempt for punctuation, as a “Biden Directed Witch Hunt”. In other words, the trial and the verdict were politically motivated.

I wish it were as simple as that. If the jury of seven men and two women had found for the plaintiff simply because it abhorred the defendant’s politics, that would represent a gross travesty of justice. A fair jury should judge the facts put before it, not politics.

However, unless that practice became endemic, one could only deplore that particular miscarriage of justice, without extrapolating to a much wider cultural and civilisational malaise. Yet my fear, nay near-certainty, is that the jury genuinely believed Trump was guilty. If that’s so, then one is justified in pondering a civilisational collapse, not just a flawed justice system.

Anyway, even if the judge had had a political grudge against Trump, which is probable, it wouldn’t have been an easy matter to appeal to the jurors’ sense of political rectitude. Especially if Trump’s defence had done its job during the selection.  

Granted, New York City is as likely to vote for the KKK Grand Wizard as for any Republican candidate, never mind one as unapologetically divisive as Trump. Yet even in that thoroughly ‘liberal’ city it should be possible to find nine people who aren’t obsessed with Leftie zealotry.

Trump’s problem had to be the one I touched on the other day. People have been so thoroughly brainwashed that they automatically assume anyone accused of any sex crime is guilty as charged.

Had they gone strictly by the evidence of the case, they would have found for the defendant in, appropriately, a New York minute – expressing into the bargain their disbelief that so flimsy a case had been brought to court in the first place.

According to Miss Carroll, Trump had persistently defamed her by calling her a liar. I don’t get this.

If he didn’t bring her veracity into question, that would be tantamount to admitting rape. Had Trump done so, he would have faced a criminal trial, not a civil one. And he would have been sentenced to a prison term that, considering his age, would have meant life without parole.

Trump would have been a madman not to call Miss Carroll a liar, although I’m sure he must have used rather intemperate language in doing so. Old Donald isn’t exactly known for subtlety and refinement.

This was another case of a retrospective rape the claimant suddenly recalled years after the event. Thirty years ago, to be exact, was when Miss Carroll ran into Trump at an upmarket department store.

According to her, they had briefly met once before; according to Trump, they hadn’t. That’s a moot point: either way, they were total strangers. Even if she is right, Trump can be forgiven for having forgotten the single encounter. I for one can’t remember everyone I met 30 years ago, and Trump’s circle of contacts is wider than mine by orders of magnitude.

Having bumped into the woman he barely knew if at all, Trump nevertheless asked her to help him choose lingerie for a girl. He then picked up a see-through body suit and asked Carroll to model it for him.

That’s a rather forward request, and Trump was presumptuous in making it. Too mild a term? Fine, call him ill-mannered, lascivious or vulgar. But what do you call an educated woman in her late forties who agrees to model see-through underwear for a stranger?

She claims they then went to the fitting room, where Trump pounced and had his wicked way with her. Miss Carroll says she tried to fight Trump off, but in vain. That makes Trump a champion-calibre rapist, for nothing short of such qualification would have enabled him to do the dirty in a cramped fitting room, while keeping his victim silent throughout.

Had she cried out “rape!”, there would have been dozens of people on the typically crowded floor to come to her rescue: sales clerks, store detectives, other customers. Yet Miss Carroll withstood her ordeal in stoical silence, which she then kept for decades.

Why wait so long? It has to be hard to rape a woman without leaving physical evidence, DNA or some other. Presenting such evidence to the police immediately after the fact would have strengthened Miss Carroll’s case no end.

However, she waited 25 years before first crying out in 2019. Usually this sort of thing happens when an alleged rape is perpetrated by a man of modest means who goes on to make a fortune in the ensuing decades. The victim then sees the chance of a lifetime and grabs it, suing her supposed assailant for zillions and typically settling for millions.

Yet Trump was already rich 30 years ago, perhaps even much richer than he is now. So why did she have to wait until his seventies and her eighties to bring her lawsuit? There are so many possibilities, I’m not even going to speculate.

Perhaps Miss Carroll has fallen on hard times in her dotage and urgently needs a cash infusion. Or else she may indeed be politically motivated. Or she has got to hate Trump more over the years. Or… well, I did say I wasn’t going to speculate.

When I first wrote about this case almost a year ago, this is what I said: “If Miss Carroll indeed suffered that crime, my commiserations. Moreover, I wouldn’t put it past Trump to do something like that.”

However, “Whatever we may think about Trump, I do hope American justice has enough residual sanity left to dismiss this case with the contempt it deserves. And if it doesn’t, that’ll be proof positive it’s no longer sane.”

That proof has now been served. American – and not just American – justice isn’t sane when it comes to crimes arousing woke indignation.

That means any woman can get rich by making false accusations (or unprovable ones, which legally should amount to the same thing) against any man rich enough to pay the exorbitant damages. Judges and juries will helpfully comply lest they may be accused of crimes against woke humanity.

In this case, politics may or may not have been a factor. If they had been, that’s something I’d be inclined to see as the lesser evil.

The organisers of the Australian Open, one of the four Grand Slam tennis tournaments, are heaving a great sigh of relief even as we speak.

To their delight, Alexander Zverev of Germany has lost his semi-final match today. They were hoping he’d lose earlier, but this later exit will have to do to be going on with. As long as he isn’t feted as the champion.

Why are they so anti-Zverev? Is it because they hate Germans, which is his nationality? Or Russians, which is his ethnicity? No, neither of those. Nevertheless, throughout the tournament there sounded increasingly shrill demands that Zverev not be allowed to play at all.

Now, when people object to Russian citizens playing international sports, one can understand. Russia is after all waging a criminal, aggressive war in the heart of Europe. Moreover, the Russians have a long history of using sport successes for propaganda purposes.

Hence I’d welcome imposing a total boycott on Russian performers in either sports or arts. However, no sensible person would demand a similar injunction against a chap born in Hamburg, just because he happens to be Russian genetically.

To the Aussies’ credit, they don’t stoop to such racism. Their problem with Zverev is different. You see, he is currently under indictment for abusing his former girlfriend. However, the court date is set for May, so the player hasn’t yet been tried and found guilty.

Australia is ruled by some version of the English common law, and hence the country’s population must be familiar with the ancient concept of the presumption of innocence. Moreover, I’ll go out on a limb and suggest that even Western nations playing in the lower legal leagues, those governed by Justinian or Napoleonic codes, tend to wait for the verdict before demonising the accused.

So why not wait until May to decide what to do with Zverev? If he is found guilty, drum him out of tennis, throw him under the bus, have him drawn and quartered. Or else agree that to forgive is divine and let him ply his trade, after perhaps some sort of suspension. But do wait in any case: the chap is innocent until proven guilty. Isn’t he?

This is where the ‘but’ in the title above comes from. Or perhaps ‘that depends’, if you’d rather. For the presumption of innocence works in some crime categories, but not in others.

Not that the letter of the law has changed. It hasn’t. But in all Western countries there now exists a parallel legal system: mob rule. And not just any old mob, but specifically one out to override the law of the land and enforce in its place the interlacing system of pernicious fads collectively known as wokery.

The woke mob doesn’t object to holding a thief, a burglar, even a murderer innocent until proven guilty. Those felons commit crimes only against individual victims, which is regrettable but variously tolerable. By contrast, anyone transgressing against one of the cherished woke fads strikes against the whole ethos.

This kind of pecking order is nothing new. In fact, it’s a ghastly parody of Judaeo-Christian morality. There the first four of the Ten Commandments, prioritised in the descending order of importance, proscribe lapses in worship. Injunctions against murder, theft, perjury and so forth are further down the list.

However, the Decalogue came from a good and loving God who knew that people stigmatised by original sin needed a constant reminder of what it meant to be good. The commandments of wokery, on the other hand, come not from those who love but from those who hate.

They have no real virtue to signal, so they come up with alternative commandments underpinning their parallel ethos, one they hope will swallow up the real, traditional one they detest. You don’t need me to remind you of which fake virtues make up the new canon. Suffice it to say that feminism is right up there.

A sinner against feminist diktats isn’t innocent until proven guilty. He is guilty the moment he is charged, and the standards of required proof range from loose to non-existent.

If the constitutionally instituted bodies balk at following that logic, then punishment can be meted out by the expedients that come naturally to crazed mobs. Prime among them is the attempt to destroy the defendant’s life and career by launching a shrill campaign in every available medium.

That’s exactly what has happened to Zverev. If he were charged with beating up an elderly passer-by within an inch of his life, he would stand accused of a crime against both that individual and the law designed to protect individuals. The presumption of innocence is part of that law, and it’s a cornerstone of Western justice. Since Australians are Western (and I shan’t entertain any denials of that fact), I’m sure they’d have no problem with Zverev playing in Melbourne before his trial date.

But the Australian woke mob, just like its equivalents throughout the world, lives by different justice. Crippling a passer-by is unfortunate, but judgement can be deferred. However, slapping a girlfriend or a wife demands summary justice – the putative crime has been committed not against one woman, but against womankind, the minority group believed to have been oppressed throughout history.

It’s pointless arguing that women haven’t always been oppressed, and neither are they a minority. That’s like trying to persuade a Muslim that there is a god other than Allah, and Mohammed isn’t his prophet. We aren’t talking historical evidence, arithmetic or physical facts here. We are talking what’s believed to be higher, metaphysical truth to which only the initiated are privy.

Thankfully, the Australian Open organisers didn’t go along with woke demands. They waited until Zverev lost his semi-final to send him back to Germany – as the rest of us will wait for the court verdict. They have, however, tried not to make any fuss about Zverev’s tennis throughout the tournament, limiting their press releases to the bare minimum.

I wonder how they reconcile their coyness with what’s going on in another country practising the English common law, the US. There a man currently under several separate indictments is competing not just in a tennis tournament, but in the presidential race. Not only is he allowed to compete but, if early indications are anything to go by, he will probably win. Oh well, different strokes for different folks, as Americans say.