Katy Balls, the Spectator's resident Tory-whisperer, might seem an odd choice to present the Guardian's commentary on the latest Labour WhatsApp scandal, but the paper has long outsourced topics that might compromise its own political desk (there are plenty of Labour right factional chat groups that include both politicans and journalists). An added advantage is that it allows for an ecumenical approach, hence Balls can set the brouhaha in the context of a Westmister-wide addiction to chatting shit. What was notable by its absence in Balls' brief survey of the history was the infamous leak of the WhatsApp messages of the Labour Party HQ group that plotted against Jeremy Corbyn when he was leader. Balls does mention Corbyn, but only in the context of a separate group that provided an early outing for the clown troupe that would become known as Change UK. Given that the HQ group leak prompted an independent inquiry by Martin Forde, you might have thought it worth highlighting, not least because the personal attacks on the likes of Diane Abbott in the "Trigger Me Timbers" group clearly continued a theme.
One explanation for the omission is that this latest example had no strategic or policy substance to it, allowing Balls to characterise such communications as an example of poor impulse control and the sort of backbiting that constitutes the chaff of daily political journalism. What the Forde Report revealed was, among other things, evidence of a conspiracy to pervert the conduct of the 2017 general election campaign for factional ends. If there is one thing that has characterised the Starmer regime it is the absolute determination to avoid having the party's factional disputes aired so publicly again, hence the alacrity with which the whip is withdrawn the moment an MP steps out of line. Andrew Gwynne will no doubt look suitably contrite while he sits in the sin bin but he can expect to be welcomed back into the fold once he has served his time and displayed good behaviour. After all, Starmer has made it clear that even lefties can be rehabilitated if they keep their noses clean, though some of them can also expect to be squeezed out before the next general election through deselection, something Gwynne will probably be spared.
If the substantive arguments that characterised previous Labour governments - from incomes policy to membership of the euro - are notable by their absence today, this doesn't mean that factional spite and jockeying for position have taken a back seat. This week's revelations about Rachel Reeves's questionable expenses when working for HBOS and her sexed-up CV are actually old news but they've been revived both because Starmer looks increasingly like a one-term Prime Minister and because others in the cabinet don't fancy Reeves taking over from him either before or after the next election. The implicit charge against her is that she isn't as competent a manager as she claims, rather than that she is drifting towards the left or has questionable judgement on how how high to jump when Washington barks. It's politics reduced to office politics, which is arguably a summation of this government with its vapid mantra of "Growth" and its insistence that greater process efficiency, from the Competition and Markets Authority to local planning decisions, can deliver it.
The dynamic behind all of this is the publication of Patrick Maguire and Gabriel Pogrund's Get In, a follow-up to their Left Out. While the earlier book portrayed the 2019 general election defeat as a "betrayal" of Labour's constituency by the naive left, their latest gossipy offering revels in the skill by which the party right, and in particular Morgan McSweeney, won power first in the party and then at the 2024 general election. This obviously elides the contingent luck of facing a shattered Tory administration and a split on the right occasioned by the rise of Reform, but it also ignores the extent to which that same Labour constituency was cynically betrayed through a series of pledges made by Starmer to win the party leadership that were then steadily binned, resulting in fewer votes at the 2024 general election and a share of only 34%. That opinion polls now have Labour on around 25% simply emphasises the point that while journalists may be in awe of McSweeney the public have steadily turned against Labour and are perhaps disillusioned with representative politics more generally (turnout has fallen from 69% in 2017 to only 60% last year.)
What Maguire and Pogrund's book makes clear is that Starmer is despised by many in the PLP and in particular by the Blairites who think that he has served his purpose: the clean-skin with few moral scruples who was needed to finally seal the left's tomb. With the old right, represented by Rachel Reeves and Yvette Cooper, deemed too stupid to govern and the soft left little more than a punchline, the Blairites feel that their time has come again. The memory of Liz Kendall's dire performance as their flagbearer in 2015, garnering only 5% of the membership vote in the leadership election, has been washed away, and the woman herself given free rein as Secretary of State for Work and Pensions to tell us that too many people on benefits are "taking the mickey". This is ironic not only in the sense that forcing the disabled to take crap jobs does not constitute a credible strategy for growth but also in the sense that, as Maguire and Pogrund make clear, the Labour Party has been taking the piss since 2019, something the electorate appears to have clocked long before the media.
The name in the frame as Starmer's most likely successor is the Health Secretary Wes Streeting, who is in many ways similar to the Prime Minister, particularly in his opportunism and eagerness to please business interests, but who at least doesn't need the help of a voice coach to humanise him. But while the lad with the colourful East End family background may seduce the media with what passes for emotional intelligence in their circles, he does not offer a departure in terms of his politics from either New Labour (directing NHS funds towards the private health sector) or the current shift towards a Reform-adjacent Blue Labour (criticising the NHS for pulling the "immigration lever" to recruit foreign doctors). If the latest WhatsApp nonsense tells us anything, it isn't that the Labour right is made up of horrible people - we already knew that - but that their factionalism was always a substitute for a meaningful politics. Being an arsehole is an end in itself, hence Trigger Me Timbers' performative arseholery.
Just as getting Brexit "done" served to obscure the lack of a meaningful Conservative Party programme after a decade of self-defeating austerity, but quickly evaporated as the reality of a pointless government became all too plain after the Covid pandemic, so the insider revelations of Labour Party politics since 2015 are now being promoted way beyond their intrinsic value as a distraction from the lack of a meaningful programme of government. But arseholes being arseholes can only take up so much newsprint and airtime, hence the Guardian finds itself once more legitimising the far-right by its obsessive focus on populist incivility and poring over the receipts for donations to Reform, as if rich men funding reactionary politics was newsworthy. We are cursed in the UK with a dumb government and an anti-intellectual and bitchy political class, and the chief reason for that is our awful media, most of which is owned by other rich men keen to advance reactionary politics. As the nominally liberal opposition to this, the Guardian has played its part by offering an insipid centrism that celebrates the political void and now presents the political class as addled teenagers, glued to their phones: victims of social media who deserve our pity.