Why I loathe Brussels: They steal our fish, squander our cash and treat our views with contempt, writes AUSTIN MITCHELL
Austin Mitchell was a backbench Labour MP for 40 years before stepping down in 2015.
A self-confessed maverick who refused to toe the party line, he has always been fiercely opposed to Britain remaining in the EU.
Here, on the second anniversary of the EU referendum, he delivers a powerful and timely reminder of why Brexit must be seen through.
My long-held and passionate attitude to the European Union is summed up in four words — three of which are ‘the European Union’, preceded by a commonly used four- letter verb of exhortation that the Oxford English Dictionary describes as ‘vulgar’.
I’ve always been a Eurosceptic, ever since I first stumbled across the Common Market, as the EU then called itself, in 1962. I was 28, Yorkshire born and bred, and, with my doctorate from Oxford, was teaching history at a university in New Zealand. A colleague gave a lecture on the Common Market — and, to my horror, he endorsed it as ‘a good thing’.
Incredible. Almost blasphemy. Britain led the Commonwealth. New Zealand, rich in dairy products, was its antipodean farm. Europe was there for us to defeat in war. How could an Englishman be so daft?
Austin Mitchell campaigning for fishermen in 1978. He was a backbench Labour MP for 40 years before stepping down in 2015
Fortunately General De Gaulle, the French president, agreed with me and dismissed British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan’s efforts to join a club he should never have applied for in the first place.
I was further comforted when a succession of British politicians came out to New Zealand to assure us that if Britain did join this alien institution then, scout’s honour, New Zealand’s access to the British market would be protected. The old relationship would carry on.
They lied. Albion can be perfidious and was particularly so when it betrayed New Zealand by joining in 1973 — egged on by Tory prime minister Ted Heath, who was so eager to get us into Europe that he did so on less than favourable terms. We were asking to be clobbered and duly were.
I was back in Britain and had switched jobs to become a journalist and a presenter on regional television when two years later Harold Wilson, the new Labour PM, called for a referendum to endorse or reject that decision.
I voted ‘No’. But two-thirds of the country said ‘Yes’. We were staying in.
I was far from convinced this was the right decision, and my hostility increased when in 1977 I was elected Labour MP for Grimsby.
The town’s fishing industry had been ruined when the Europeans cunningly declared the seas around Britain common waters and gave other members, even landlocked Luxembourg, equal access.
As a result, we got only a small proportion of our own fish.
I formed a Save Britain’s Fish campaign, which attracted support from all over the country.
Tory MP Edwina Currie pointed out that: ‘You don’t want to save Britain’s fish. You just want to eat them.’ Which was true, but far better for us to eat them than have them gobbled by undeserving Europeans who took our jobs and the processing industry with them.
Tory MP Edwina Currie pointed out that: ‘You don’t want to save Britain’s fish. You just want to eat them’
There was more to my scepticism about Europe than a lingering desire to catch our own fish, however.
I believed then, and still do now, that the nation state is not only the best but the only way of advancing the cause of the people while maintaining their democratic control of the process.
There is nothing the EU can do for us that we can’t do better for ourselves. Europe is too big, amorphous, divided and powerless.
It’s not a democracy but a plutocracy with a rootless bureaucracy, always pursuing an ever-closer union the people don’t want, yet never able to reach it.
As a concept it is a piece of sublime mysticism and nonsense, a mirage.
The trouble was that the EU couldn’t break away from its original purpose of protecting French agriculture and boosting German industry.
With these two states dominating, Europe embarked on a journey where few wanted to go, to an ever-closer union only the Brussels bureaucrats sought, imposing policies without democratic consent and ever prepared to overrule the people for their own good.
My basic reason for opposing membership was economic. The European Union drained Britain of jobs, money, demand and growth.
It became a brake on our economy, not an accelerator.
Being a deal between the interests of Germany, which needed a bigger market for its manufacturing, and France, which wanted agricultural protection for its food, the EU didn’t suit Britain, a net agricultural importer with a less modern and less well-invested industry.
The basis of British trade had been buying cheap food, particularly from Commonwealth countries, and sending them our manufactured goods in return.
That stopped after we joined. The Common Agricultural Policy required us to buy France’s more expensive food. Costs went up and every family of four lost £20 a week.
Meanwhile, Labour’s policy to boost jobs in the regions had to be scrapped because it was against the rules. What had been a surplus in our trade with Europe before we went in became a steadily growing deficit.
Our membership contributions — in effect, our payments for being damaged — went up year by year, siphoning off money to Europe, particularly to the powerful German economy, which generated ever-bigger surpluses at the expense of everyone else and particularly us.
To cap all this, Europe’s fast growth, which enthusiasts had claimed Britain would hitch up to, slowed substantially.
That’s why in my successful campaign in the 1979 General Election, I stood on a soapbox outside the Bird’s Eye frozen fish factory in Grimsby to denounce Brussels. And I’ve been doing so as vigorously as I can ever since.
But I’ve increasingly found myself out on a limb in a political class inexorably drawn to Brussels.
Europe is very attractive for those who don’t like Britain.
For the liberal intellectuals and many of our elite, who saw themselves as cosmopolitan rather than nationalist, Europe was nicer than their brutal, xenophobic compatriots.
Those suffering in Britain — the unions, local government and the Labour Party — came to love the beguiling hopes Europe held out for them.
They didn’t see that it had no ability to help lame dogs over stiles and that its handouts were really the nation’s own money coming back, but with the EU’s heavy costs deducted.
My views remained unchanged as the Common Market marched on, grandiosing into the European Community, then the European Union.
Major Labour figures from Roy Jenkins to Peter Mandelson went off to Brussels and found a bigger and better stage to strut on.
Brussels came up with the Exchange Rate Mechanism, to set in stone rates of exchange between the various European currencies. Tory Prime Minister John Major took us in briefly. It was a disaster
There, people actually listened to them rather than dismissing them out of hand. They came back to proclaim Europe’s benefits.
Then Brussels came up with the Exchange Rate Mechanism, to set in stone rates of exchange between the various European currencies.
Tory Prime Minister John Major took us in briefly. It was a disaster. The whole system collapsed and Britain was humiliatingly forced out.
We sceptics heaved a sigh of relief, forgetting the propensity of dogs to return to their own vomit.
Instead of backing off, the EU went for an even stronger monetary union by creating the common currency, the euro.
Unable to get electoral support for ever-closer union, the EU bureaucracy tried to smuggle it in through the back door.
A common currency, they hoped, would lead to convergence and develop the central institutions necessary to manage it.
By now Tony Blair was in Downing Street with his New Labour re-make. It wasn’t a respray job on the old jalopy but a total re-engineering.
Daft as a Liberal when it came to anything that would demonstrate his Euro-enthusiasm, he was passionately in favour of a single European currency.
Not understanding economics, he didn’t realise that Britain would be shackled by a fixed, and inevitably overvalued, exchange rate, with consequences ruinous for our weaker economy.
Fortunately, Gordon Brown, his Chancellor, saw the dangers and managed to think up five tests, failure in any of which would deny entry until the time was ripe. Which in my view it never would be.
Britain stayed out of the euro, thank heaven, leaving us peripheral to the Eurozone, the EU’s great adventure into the clouds.
The Eurocrats persisted with monetary union, even though it forces deflation on weaker and less competitive partners.
Britain would have been one of these if we had been foolish enough to join in.
Brussels showered money on the weaker European economies, then crippled them with unsustainable and unrepayable debt, as the Germans refused to underwrite it. Any grudging help went to save the banks, not the individual nation.
Increasingly the EU was losing its shine. Unemployment was high, with a quarter of its young people out of work.
Germany built up huge economic surpluses, which it didn’t spend or recycle to the less successful economies.
To manage the euro, the EU needed the economic institutions of the nation state, but the Germans couldn’t accept that.
The EU could only move forward by greater federalism to create ‘ever-closer union’ but the members didn’t want this straitjacket. It was hit by the refugee crisis and couldn’t agree on what to do about it.
By now Tony Blair was in Downing Street with his New Labour re-make. It wasn’t a respray job on the old jalopy but a total re-engineering
It could possibly have conciliated British public opinion by delivering benefits to Britain, whose EU membership costs were spiralling all the time.
But it wouldn’t and didn’t. It was deadlocked: rudderless and dominated by Mrs Merkel, the most cautious politician in Europe.
Yet still Britain clung to the edge of this rickety raft.
The public were told to be happy with this developing disaster, and a Euro-enthusiastic Tory-led coalition government did nothing about it.
That is, until an overconfident David Cameron buckled to pressure in his own party and announced that he would solve his party problems by renegotiating improved terms for our membership, to be endorsed by a referendum.
