Is wheeshting an answer? Is wheeshting a solution? Was it wheeshting which got our Parliament reconvened? Was it wheeshting that took that Parliament away from the British parties? Was it wheeshting that got us the first independence referendum? Was it wheeshting that gave birth to the Yes movement? Was it wheeshting which doubled support for the restoration of Scotland’s independence?
When was wheeshting ever an effective way of bringing about meaningful change? What great social reform was ever achieved by wheeshting?
Would I remain silent in the face of the British Nationalist threat to Scotland if that was the only way to avert that threat? Perhaps I would. But it is for those who tell me to ‘Wheesht for Indy’ to persuade me that my silence would somehow contribute to saving Scotland from that threat when the only evident beneficiaries of my silence are those who have demonstrated their unwillingness to pursue the only thing that can save Scotland – the restoration of our independence.
Will I remain silent as the SNP leadership’s apologists – such as Paul Kavanagh-Mosson – hurl straw man arguments, gross misrepresentations and downright lies at myself and the growing number of others who are in total despair of the party we helped elect ever doing what we we elected it to do – work for the restoration of Scotland’s independence?
Will I fuck!
I make no apology for the expletive. I express myself as I think appropriate and this is the least that is called for in the circumstances. Those whose priority is to evade the real issue will, as always, seek to make my ‘manner’ the issue instead. Let them! Were I to refrain from swearing they would only find another way to evade the issue. Tossing out a couple of wee sweary words sorts the cowardly evasive chaff from the serious straw quickly and efficiently.
I express myself thus mainly because that is precisely how I feel. And I believe in being honest about my views. Although were I to be completely honest about my attitude to the ‘Wheesht for Indy’ mob, this article would be unreadable. They started out as the self-righteous, self-regarding, self-appointed guardians of ‘The One True Yes’ when the movement was still finding its many voices. They were the sanctimonious priests of the happy-clappy cult of positivity who patrolled social media like vigilantes hunting down anyone who said anything that might not have been said by Pete Wishart; beating them into submission and silence with an armoury of trite apothegms and couthy clichés and glib admonitions to remain true to that magical form of words which would convert every No to Yes. A form of words which remains a mystery to this day. A ‘better independence message’ that is apparently still to be found or formulated.
These volunteer sheriffs of Twittersville and unauthorised constables of Zuckerburgh have now been deputised as the Bute House palace guard. They infest social media like the ants which sally forth to defend the nest – and the queen – from any perceived threat. And you don’t have to do much to be perceived as a threat. All it takes is one slightly awkward question. I have hundreds of them! And I will not wheesht until I get answers!
Iain Lawson makes the point very well. The questions and concerns about the leadership and management of the SNP are not going to go away. The thing about the ‘Wheesht for Indy’ mob that irks as much as their supercilious prating is that their efforts are inevitable futile. If the tactic of shouting down those who scrutinise and challenge the political establishment was effective then there never would have been any great social or political reform. Women didn’t get the vote by obediently shutting up when ordered to do so by the men (and women!) who were quite comfortable with the ways things were. Women’s suffrage came about largely because significant numbers of women (and some men!) wouldn’t wheesht! Instead, they shouted loud enough and long enough to make the status quo distinctly uncomfortable.
Those women and countless reformers before and since persisted in the face of torments far greater than the calumnious yapping of a wee ginger dog. They wouldn’t wheesht. And neither will those of us whose only intent is to save Scotland’s cause and the party that is the essential political arm of that cause from what ails it. There is something very, very wrong in the upper echelons of the SNP. Contrary to Kavanagh’s inane and rather frantic-sounding lies, we are not seeking to bring the party down. We know that we cannot afford for the SNP to fail. And it is failing! Kavanagh and his ‘Wheesht for Indy!’ cronies are deluding themselves. And we can no more allow ourselves to be placated by that delusion than we can sit silent while Scotland’s cause is sacrificed on the altar of partisan devotion and wishful thinking.
No! I will not ‘Wheesht for Indy!’ I will shout and yell and scream for the restoration of Scotland’s independence until I lack the breath to make a sound.