Knives are out
Just to prove that he is a ‘blood-crazed ferret’ Damian Thompson compensated for his gentle treatment of Justin Welby in The Spectator before Christmas with a savage attack on John Sentamu. According to Thompson, there was a stampede for the exit when Sentamu got up to speak in General Synod in the 1990s, a reaction to his ‘stream of consciousness waffle’. Writing in the Telegraph last Saturday, Thompson claimed York was compensation because it was always known Sentamu wouldn’t make Canterbury. The poor Archbishop must feel the knives are out to get him. A liberal establishment source is leaking the he wasn’t even on the shortlist of three to succeed Rowan Williams. Sentamu’s defenders may sniff the bad odour of racism but that old English vice of snobbery may be what is really to blame. The snobbery of the left is just as odious as the snobbery of the right. Some people can’t forgive Sentamu for writing a column for the Sunday edition of The Sun. Last week’s piece was an unexceptional article on John the Baptist. Hardly a gripping read but not as tedious of Giles Fraser’s account of how psychotherapy has taught him not to find his own helplessness intolerable, which edified readers of The Guardian.