Reckless Boris never says sorry, he just looks for someone new to stab
IN 1503, Niccolo Machiavelli gazed into the Arno and contemplated the most fiendish and brilliant scheme of his infamous life. He would divert the course of the river, cutting off the water to neighbouring Pisa, with whom he was at war. If successful, it would have the same impact as an H-bomb. Sadly for Machiavelli, a storm swept in and destroyed his grand project. The war continued, the Medici returned, and the great conspirator was banished.
As Boris Johnson sat watching Theresa May delivering her Brexit speech in the annex of the basilica of Santa Maria Novella – a stone’s-throw from that historic tributary – he should have realised his own cunning plans and political fortunes were ebbing away. Had he possessed a scintilla of selfawareness, he would have looked up at the cherubs lining the aula magna and said: ‘Forgive me, for I have sinned.’
But introspection is not his style. And so rather than opt for contrition, he has chosen aggression. No sooner had he returned to London than allies were dispatched to plunge the knife into his colleagues. This time his target was the Chancellor. Philip Hammond had been pushing for a five-year transition period, they whispered. Britain was heading for a Norway model – ‘out in name only’ – until their hero had intervened. It was Boris who saved the day.
Of course, Boris being Boris, the blade was plunged in with a smile. Twenty- four hours earlier, I watched as he had attempted to feign pleasantries with the Chancellor. As May finished her speech, he leant across and whispered a cosy aside. Hammond either failed – or pretended not to – hear. But Boris persisted. The show of unity had to be maintained.
And now it has been shattered. Over the next few days, the accusations and counter-accusations will be hurled. But let us be clear: this is Boris Johnson’s war. And it is a war not for Brexit, or for the future of the Government, but to salvage his faltering career.
May has taken a political battering. From the British people. From her colleagues. From her own realisation that the job of Prime Minister is beyond her. But no amount of revisionism from Boris Boosters can recast this simple fact: in the run-up to one of the most important speeches of her premiership, he tried to rally the hard-Brexiteers in rebellion against her. And she faced him down.
We were told Boris would not accept a penny more than £10 billion as the price of Brexit. We were told he would boycott her speech. We were told if May didn’t concede to his demands, Boris would resign. The Prime Minister stood firm. And Boris capitulated.
May will never be Maidenhead’s answer to Martin Luther King, but there was more confidence in the delivery and substance of Friday’s address. ‘It’s up to leaders to set the tone,’ she said. No room for back-seat drivers. In contrast, Boris arrived in the great hall looking sheepish, and exited rapidly.
For all that May has been buffeted, on Brexit she has remained broadly consistent. There is as pine running through her stance from Lancaster House to Firenze. Britain will leave the single market, but seek to retain access to it. We will end freedom of movement, but in a way that minimises the impact on business and current EU residents. We will negotiate firmly but fairly, rejecting blackmail but honouring our obligations. A clear rebuttal to those clamouring for a kamikaze Brexit.
SPINE is not a word you can associate wit h Boris . Last year – as he struggled with his conscience over whether t o back Brexit – he wrote two articles setting out the pros and cons of the case. ‘This is a market on our doorstep, ready for further exploitation by British firms. The membership fee seems rather small for all that access,’ he mused. This ‘rather small’ cost of membership has joined Turkey’s entry to the EU and progressive immigration as ideas casually tossed on the bonfire of his ambition.
It would be overstating things to say there is something tragic about his attempt to again anoint himself as the Eurosceptics’ champion. But not so long ago, Boris was the posterboy for modern, progressive Conservatism. Now, in his lust for power and attention, he has recast himself as Jacob ReesMogg minus the principles.
But while Boris may have Florence carved on his heart, other reputations have been enhanced. Despite Boris’s perfidy, Hammond is succeeding in his efforts to nudge Britain away from the Brexit cliffedge. David Davis has become the fulcrum of the Cabinet, balancing the soft and hard Brexit factions. And May has managed to reassert a semblance of authority. Her hands remain on the wheel. And the destination remains a pragmatic, phased withdrawal from the EU.
After the PM’s speech, I wandered down to the basilica of Santa Croce, where Machiavelli is buried.
Last week I wrote that Boris’s bungled assassination attempts probably had the old intriguer spinning in his grave.
As I looked up at his tomb, I didn’t hear any spinning. But I did hear the faint sound of mocking laughter.