The Culture of Shame

The publication yesterday of the report of the Hillsborough Independent Panel revealed the full shocking cover up and manipulation of evidence perpetrated by the South Yorkshire Police.

Their motivation was a simple one, though breath taking in its' mendacity. It was an attempt to shift blame for the appalling disaster from their own failings to the Liverpool fans themselves.

The media were briefed by senior police officers and a local MP that the Liverpool fans, boozed up, had forced open a gate thus causing the fatal crushing. They further claimed that the bodies of the dead were pick pocketed and that the dead and dying, and those attending to them, were urinated on.

Aided and abetted by a complicit right wing media these myths and lies very quickly became the accepted truth in the eyes of public perception. If you tell a lie often enough then almost by default it becomes a perverse version of the 'truth'.

That so many people bought into and accepted this lie without question is indicative of the society that we lived in during the 1980s.

The Prime Minister of the time, Margaret Thatcher, famously declared that "There is no such thing as society. There are individual men and women, and there are families".

The 1980s was certainly the decade where any notion of collective responsibility was superseded by a "me first, what do I get" attitude.

It was a divisive, bitter decade that viewed the population of huge swathes of Britain as a dangerous underclass.

It was a decade of riots in the streets of Liverpool, London and Bristol.

It was a decade of a bitter industrial dispute that spilled into violence.

It was a decade where being part of large, predominately working class and male, group was synonymous with a perceived criminality.

It was the culture of the decade that sowed the seeds of the Hillsborough Disaster.

If you were attending a football match in the 1980s you were at the very least seen as some kind of threat to public order. That meant being herded into, and then penned within, crumbling football grounds.

When those crumbling football grounds were then found to be also dangerous and quite literally death traps then the logic of the time decreed that it was the fans that were responsible.

Well, they were going to a football match they must have been up to no good. Some might even had a drink beforehand; that just confirms that they had to be to blame.

When you adopt that position, and you have the weight of public opinion behind you, it’s no great leap to then alter statements to not so much blur the lines between fact and fiction but distort them totally.  

That the disaster was allowed to happen in the first place was shameful enough – an institutional failure. The subsequent attempt to deflect blame, hell let’s call it for what it was; a cover up was something that Britain should forever be ashamed of.

While the publication of yesterday’s report was a welcome vindication the apologies from senior politicians and police officers are hollow and largely meaningless. The only small step that can be made to make amends is by making sure that those that really were responsible are brought to justice. 

Shame, Truth and Justice

I think I was about 6 or 7 when I was taken to my first live football match. It was a late summer's evening and the venue was Newlandsfield Park, home of Pollok Juniors.

I can only speculate at the number of games I've seen since then, but it will run well into four figures.

Among those games there have been some great ones, some awful ones and others that have long since vanished from my memory.

One recurring theme from them all is the fact that I went home safe and well afterwards.

Ninety six Liverpool fans who attended their fixture with Nottingham Forrest on April 15^th 1989 didn’t.

Life is fragile and the unfortunate by product of that is tragedy. You shouldn’t, however, end up dead through doing nothing more sinister than attending a football match. You just shouldn’t.

I can, thankfully, only imagine what the events of April 15^th 1989 must have been like for the families of those that died at Hillsborough.

Concern when news of events at Hillsborough first started to filter through. Fear when it became clear just serious it was. And then grief, mind numbing grief, when they learned that their husband, son or daughter was one of those that wasn’t coming home from this football match.

And anger too.

There’s anger with any sudden death. There’s an overwhelming sense of it being, for want of a better phrase,  just not fair. Why my loved one.

There’s a desire too to find someone to blame. Someone must be to blame, mustn’t they? These things don’t just happen.

Imagine then, if you can, when still numbed with grief you are told that those to blame were the 96 dead themselves and their fellow Liverpool supporters.

Within days of the disaster the myths started to grow.  Fuelled by a government who viewed football  fans as an underclass. Who viewed them as merely a public order issue.  Herd them along, pen them in like cattle, with things like comfort and safety very much a minor consideration; assuming they were considered at all.

You attend a football match? Then you must be a drunken thug who deserves to die.

Okay, The Sun newspaper didn’t quite the print the above but their words weren’t that far removed from it.

Their front page banner headline declared ‘The Truth’. A ‘truth’ that had Liverpool fans urinating on the police, pick pocketing the dead and pinned the blame for the disaster firmly and squarely on the shoulders of the Liverpool fans.

Their ‘truth’ was nothing more than a vicious smear that served only to convict the Liverpool fans in the eyes of popular opinion.

Even though the Taylor Report, published in August 1989, sited a failure of police control as the primary cause of the disaster public perception has remained that the Liverpool fans had to be in some way responsible for the disaster.

It is to be hoped that the report compiled by the Hillsborough Independent Panel, published today, will 23 years on finally redress that perception. Hopefully now the extent of the police’s failings and blatant cover up will be known and there for all to see.

The findings of the Hillsborough Independent Panel will not have come as surprise to the families of the dead. Nor to anyone whose knowledge of events prior, during and subsequent to the disaster has been gleaned from a source other than this nation’s disgraceful tabloid press.

Today then wasn’t the culmination of the search for the truth, but rather an official confirmation of it. Twenty three years is a long time to wait for that confirmation. Hopefully the wait for the justice that should inevitably follow will not be as long in coming.