hy does John Pilger polarise opinion quite
so much? To his followers, Pilger is a lank-haired Australian
messiah, the only man (along with Noam Chomsky) standing
up for the reality behind the lies of the aquiescent capitalist
press.
Yet to his enemies, particularly those on the centre-left,
he is an immature reminder of their youthful naivety, and
even
an apologist for terrorism. Auberon Waugh was so consumed
with hate for Pilger that he coined the verb ‘to pilger’,
meaning ‘to use absurdly emotive language to make an
entirely bogus political point.’
It is easy to understand why his fans love him. He bluntly
states what many on the left suspect: that the USA is explicitly
an evil, Orwellian state. ‘We have to live,’ Pilger
argues, ‘with the [USA's] threat and illusion of endless
war, it seems, in order to justify increased social control
and state repression, while great power [again, the USA] pursues
its goal of global supremacy.’ There is an appealing
moral simplicity to this vision: we can all know where we
stand.
Pilger offers in this book a detailed account of how the
USA is, in his terms, taking over the world. He uses the
experience
of Indonesia under General Suharto as a template for US-led
globalisation everywhere, entitling the chapter about this ‘the
model pupil.’
The country was carved up, after the US-supported coup
to impose Suharto, in an extraordinary five-day long meeting
organised
by monopolistic multinationals and the new government working
in harmony.
It is largely because of Pilger that we in the West know
about this massacre in such detail, and that achievement
alone qualifies
him as one of the most important journalists of the twentieth
century.
He has produced disturbing evidence of consistent Western
complicity in this genocide. For example, Sir Andrew Gilchrist,
Britain's
ambassador in Jakarta at the time, said in a cable to the
Foreign Office, "I have never concealed from you my
belief that a little shooting in Indonesia would be an essential
preliminary
to effective change."
And, as Pilger often reminds us, he has come to these conclusions
not by sitting in an office in Canary Wharf but by actually
witnessing how the majority of humanity lives. The most moving
section of the book is based on Pilger's investigation into
sweatshop workers in Indonesia. He posed as a London fashion
buyer in order to be given a tour of a factory which makes
Gap clothes for Britain and America. "I found more than
a thousand mostly young women working, battery-style, under
the glare of strip lighting, in temperatures that reach forty
degrees centigrade." Often, they have to work 36 hours
without going home. It is hard to entirely damn a journalist
who brings these truths to a wider public.
And yet, it is just as easy at times to see why Pilger's
critics loathe him so. For a man who has spent his life opposing
totalitarianism,
he has a surprisingly totalitarian temperament. He is fond
of loyalty tests, and enumerates how many British MPs now
speak for 'the truth' (five, apparently) by seeing how many
agree
entirely with Pilger himself. He has an offensive and irritating
habit of implying that anybody who disagrees with him is
simply evil, or has been corrupted by money.
He refuses, again and again, to try to engage with the
arguments of his enemies.
Pilger is convinced that the lure of money and power has
warped every single Western ruler, and that any intellectual
argument
they offer is simply a retrospective legitimisation of their
surrender to these forces.
This makes him over-egg his anti-globalisation pudding.
He begins to see every problem in the world as a product
of
globalisation and the USA. For example, he describes Indonesia's
outbreak
of dengue fever, a horrific disease, as "a disease of
globalisation."
He justifies this claim by saying that "as the camps [shanty
towns building up around factories] grew and people migrated
from rural areas looking for work, the mosquitoes followed
them." In fact, then, it is a disease of urbanisation,
and would occur even in a socialist utopia
For anybody who is not familiar with Pilger's work, this
is a good place to start: it is punchy, short and written
with
Pilger's usual economy. New readers will find a man who
is infuriating, arrogant, narrow-minded - and invaluable.
Much as John Pilger makes many of us rip our hair out at
times, it is hard to deny that the world is a far better
place with
him in it.
Johann Hari is a columnist for The Independent.
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