The British Broadcasting Corporation was originally established in order to provide unbiased accurate coverage of the news. It remains today as a subsidized government agency. All households with television sets must pay an annual fee to the Corporation.
From the outset, the BBC violated its mission of independence, denying Winston Churchill access to its radio transmissions during the 1930s, and thereby preventing the nation from understanding the nature of the national socialist and fascist atrocities that were consolidating themselves in Germany and Italy.This mission failure was a direct response of the BBC to pressure exerted by the Conservative government at that time as it pursued appeasement and set the scene for the Nazi domination of continental Europe.
Since the end of World War II, the BBC has stuffed its payroll with left-leaning employees, instinctively hostile to competitive free markets, and favorably inclined to big government. This bias showed itself during the London Olympic Games, when the introductory program focused attention on the so-called ‘Satanic mills’ of the industrial revolution and the caring service provided by the National Health Service.
So, I watched the BBC coverage of Margaret Thatcher’s ceremonial funeral on April 17, 2013 carefully, in order to determine whether BBC personnel would display such prejudice during the funeral of Britain’s most effective pro-free market politician/ stateswoman. And surely enough, bias was observable. I am not alone in that judgment. Ronald Reagan’s speech-writer, Peggy Noonan watched the funeral and confirms my own judgment:
“It mattered that the funeral was in august and splendid St. Paul’s, mattered that Thatcher’s coffin, placed under the great dome, stood directly over the tombs of Nelson and Wellington, in the crypts below.. This placing of Thatcher with the greats of the past, and the fact that the queen and Prince Philip came to her funeral, as they have for no prime minister since Churchill in 1965, served as an antidote to British television coverage surrounding her death.
It was terrible. They could not in any sustained way mark her achievements or even show any particular respect. All they could say was that she was ‘divisive and controversial,’ although sometimes they said ‘divisive and – well really divisive.’ Anchors reported everything as if from a great distance, with no warmth; they all adopted the cool, analytical look they use when they mean to project distance…All this – the media, the left – had the effect of telling people: You’ll look stupid if you speak in support of Thatcher, you’ll look sentimental, old. And it may be dangerous to attend to funeral – there could be riots.
So then, the surprise that was a metaphor. At the end of the funeral, they all marched down the aisle in great procession – the family, the queen, the military pallbearers, carrying the casket bearing the Union Jack. The great doors flung open, the pallbearers marched forward, and suddenly from the crowd a great roar. We looked at each other. demonstrators? No. Listen. They were cheering. They were calling out three great hurrahs as the pallbearers went down the steps. Then long cheers and applause. It was electric.
England came. The people came. Later we would learn they’d stood 30 deep on the sidewalk, that quiet crowds had massed on the Strand and Fleet Street and Ludgate Hill.
When they died, Ronald Reagan, John Paul II, and Margaret Thatcher were old and long past their height of power. Everyone was surprised when Reagan died that crowds engulfed the Capitol; people slept on sidewalks to view him in state. When John Paul died the Vatican was astonished to see millions converge. ‘Santa Subito’.
And now at the end some came for Thatcher, too. What all three had in common: No one was with them but the people.
Margaret Hilda Thatcher, rest in peace.’ Peggy Noonan, ‘Britain Remembers a Great Briton’, The Wall Street Journal, April 20, 2013
You would never find such words reported out by the BBC. But Peggy Noonan, superb writer that she is, put into elegant words thoughts that crossed my mine also during the early hours of that morning (for me in Virginia) as Britain’s greatest ever peacetime prime minister was laid to rest.