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Roots of Corbyn’s anti-Semitism

Dalrymple writes that Jeremy Corbyn’s

failure to condemn anti-Semitism in his party

and his

penchant for consorting in friendly fashion with extremist anti-Zionists of genocidal instincts

are cause for anxiety among British Jews to an extent not known since the time of Mosley.

No one can say for certain whether the man’s anti-Semitism is

a sincerely held prejudice or a matter of electoral calculation. (There are more than 10 times as many Muslims in Britain as Jews, and it makes electoral sense to appeal more to Muslims.)

Corbyn the anti-Semite

The Enemy of Humanity Kalen Ockerman 2018. Mural in Hanbury Street, Spitalfields

Dalrymple reports that Jeremy Corbyn, leader of Britain’s far-Left-populist opposition party, recently mounted a defence of a mural depicting Jewish bankers playing Monopoly on the backs of naked minorities. Corbyn wrote:

Why? You are in good company. Rockerfeller [sic] destroyed Diego Viera’s [sic] mural because it includes a picture of Lenin.

Dalrymple points out that this sort of thing is

cause for anxiety among British Jews unknown since the rise — and thankfully swift fall — of Sir Oswald Mosley.

The analphabetic Leader of the Opposition

Nelson Rockefeller and Diego Rivera

Diego Viera

Vladimir Lenin

Sir Oswald Mosley and friend

Roderick Spode (Lord Sidcup)

Man at the Crossroads Mural at the Rockefeller Center. Diego Rivera, 1933. Destroyed 1934

American Progress Josep Maria Sert, 1937 — the mural that replaced Rivera’s at the Rockefeller Center

The days when doctors were doctors and patients were patients

Screen Shot 2016-05-06 at 13.47.45Dalrymple explains that in T.S. Eliot’s The Family Reunion (1939), Warburton

is an old-fashioned family doctor whose authority has little to do with his medical efficacy, indeed is inversely proportional to it.

Warburton is able

to order a formidable dowager duchess around like a servant. His threat to decline to treat her further is enough to bring her into line.

In Dalrymple’s copy of The Family Reunion

Screen Shot 2016-05-06 at 13.51.22I happened to find an inscription offering the book as a Christmas gift to a well-known physician who was not universally loved and who was irreverently known to his juniors by the description of the stools of some of his patients with coeliac disease, namely Pale, Bulky, and Offensive.

The signatory of the note was

another physician who, in March 1938, was a co-signatory of the letter in the British Medical Journal calling attention to the plight of Jewish and other doctors after the Anschluss.

The letter ended with the words:

We beg our colleagues in all countries to watch the progress of events with the closest attention and to do all in their power, whether by public protest or by public or private assistance, to stand by any members of our profession who may suffer hardship under the new regime.

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Harley Street paved with gold

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Harley Street: view from Cavendish Square

Iatrophobia is a serious medical condition (focal sepsis is very often present), though it is sometimes highly treatable — and at the very least can be managed and palliated — if the patient is constrained to undergo a colectomy and adjuvant frontal leucotomy along with inguinal orchiectomy and Metrazol-induced convulsion therapy.

The psychotic delusional condition of iatromisia, on the other hand, though it can be treated with the above methods — applied perforce with much greater intensity and with the addition of comprehensive salvage insulin coma therapy (Insulinschockbehandlung) — is sadly not so tractable.

Harley Street: view from Cavendish Square

Harley Street: view from Cavendish Square

Indeed, writes Dalrymple, carcinoma iatromisia is metastatising,

not among the general public, which on the whole retains its respect for and trust in doctors (a fact borne out by all the surveys), but among the intelligentsia — literary folk, journalists and so on.

This kind of people,

perhaps because their own crafts are held in such low public esteem, believe that doctors should be taken down a peg or two.

Harley Street: view from Cavendish Square

Harley Street: view from Cavendish Square

Dalrymple says there are two main charges against doctors, particularly hospital consultants:

  • they are on the golf course most of the time
  • they are making a fortune from their private practices

These two complaints, Dalrymple points out,

are not strictly compatible. Doctors are often quite clever people, but even they have not mastered the art of being in two places at once, and the only way of making money out of private practice is to work very hard at it. Doctors are not paid for a birdie three or an eagle two.

On the part of journalists and the literati, Dalrymple observes,

141 Harley Street

141 Harley Street

the primordial antagonism towards doctors is not fully rational: it is a little like anti-Semitism.

Jews, to the anti-Semite, are simultaneously

  • capitalist plutocrats
  • communist agitators

In the same way, doctors, to the iatromisiac, are simultaneously

  • incredibly lazy
  • ferociously avaricious
Crœsus of consultants: Thomas Horder, 1st Baron Horder, lords it over his patients in his consulting-room at 141 Harley Street. Note the photograph of Neville Chamberlain on the mantelpiece

Crœsus of consultants: Lord Horder at 141 Harley Street. Note the framed photo of Neville Chamberlain

How fortunes are made effortlessly from private practice

The golf course is to iatromisia

what ritual murder is to the anti-Semite: a myth to keep a hatred warm.

Dalrymple explains that

doctors as a group are better than many groups of comparable size.

Of his own professional circumstances he writes:

I am on duty one night in five, and have been for years. I do no private practice, apart from some medico-legal work. I never refuse to get up in the middle of the night to see a patient, and if I do get up, I still have to go to work the following morning, however tired I may feel. My pay is adequate, and I do not complain about it: my wife, who is also a doctor, and I live well but not extravagantly. Certainly, many people with less strenuous lives earn much more than we do. As far as I am aware, I have not lost a single patient through carelessness in all those years.

Harley Street looking north from Weymouth Street

Harley Street looking north from Weymouth Street

And what Dalrymple does

is only what thousands of other doctors do.

To be told that he belongs to

an avaricious, power-mad, privileged and lazy cabal by people whose prerogatives are distinctly those of the harlot sticks a little in my throat.

Dalrymple does not claim to love humanity,

Harley Street looking north from Weymouth Street

Harley Street looking north from Weymouth Street

but I do get up at 3am if I am required to do so. It is far, far easier and less demanding to write an editorial; I know because I have done both.

Iatromisia, he points out,

coheres with governments’ increasing fear of professions that escape their complete control. Disproportionate criticism of the medical profession by journalists and authors serves governments’ goal of a totally managed society.

91 Harley Street. At left, the chauffeur keeps the Bentley engine running, ready to take the consultant to the golf course or the bordello at any time of the day

91 Harley Street. Note the parked Bentley. The chauffeur keeps the engine running, ready to take the consultant to golf course, club or bordello at any time of day

91 Harley Street

91 Harley Street

13 Harley Street

13 Harley Street

Consulting-room at 13 Harley Street. Note the painting of a young Margaret Thatcher

Consulting-room at 13 Harley Street. Note the painting of a young Margaret Thatcher


73 Harley Street. Architect: W. Henry White

73 Harley Street. Architect: W. Henry White. The French Loire style, brick with plenty of terracotta decoration on a small, playful scale (Pevsner)

73 Harley Street. ‘The French Loire style, brick with plenty of terracotta decoration on a small, playful scale’ of which there are several specimens in and around Harley Street, ‘characterised by heavy curved door canopies, shallow bay windows, Tudor mullions and transomes, steep gables’. (Pevsner)

83 Harley Street

83 Harley Street

Fireplace in a consulting-room at 83 Harley Street. The consultant stands before it, delivers a homily — with the patient maintaining a respectful silence — on bowel regulation or the virtue of broccoli ingestion, then it’s off to the links, his club or his mistress's Belgravia flat

Fireplace in a consulting-room at 83 Harley Street. The consultant stands before it, delivers a homily — with the patient maintaining a respectful silence — on bowel regulation or the virtue of broccoli ingestion, then it’s off to see the mistress in her Belgravia flat, or else to the links or the club. Yes, life is good

88 Harley Street

88 Harley Street

88 Harley Street

88 Harley Street

92 Harley Street

92 Harley Street

92 Harley Street

92 Harley Street

Harley Street viewed from Cavendish Square

Harley Street viewed from Cavendish Square

Fate of the Ferrarese Jews

Screen Shot 2015-05-06 at 22.03.22Dalrymple points out that Mussolini,

whom some of the Jewish bourgeoisie had strongly supported in the early days of his regime, opportunistically enacted antisemitic laws to curry favour with Hitler.

Some 96 of the 300 Jews of the city of Ferrara, in the Emilia-Romagna region of Italy, were deported to Poland, and only five of these survived.

Bassani and his wife Valeria in 1943

Bassani and his wife Valeria in 1943

Dalrymple writes that the novelist Giorgio Bassani intends the reader of his Gli occhiali d’oro (1958)

to draw a parallel between the way in which [the homosexual protagonist] Dr Fadigati is treated and the increasing persecution of the narrator [a Jewish student].

Cimitero Ebraico di Ferrara: the entrance, and Bassani's grave

Cimitero ebraico di Ferrara: the entrance, and Bassani’s grave

This priceless privilege

Screen Shot 2015-03-23 at 09.14.52The right to be oppressed (most mercilessly) by one’s own people

The Algerians would rather forget that not only did they

commit many atrocities, both against the French colonists and tens of thousands of Algerians, but that the Algerian population had not been unanimously supportive of the FLN before the advent of independence.

They claimed that the Algerian War was a struggle against racial injustice and discrimination, yet the result was

ethnic cleansing of the million French residents of Algeria, 11 per cent of the population, including Jews, practically all of whom left in the few months after the signing of the Evian Accords.

The freedom fighters turned out to be power fighters.

Once they were installed in power they instituted nothing that any political philosopher would recognise as a regime of freedom. The only sense in which the new regime was freer than the old had been was freedom from the old oppressor.

The new oppressor, which

immediately killed 15,000 to 30,000 fellow countrymen who had fought on the old oppressor’s side, was, however, of the same ethnic, cultural and religious origin as the population it oppressed. How much of an advance was this, and was it worth the lives of half a million people to make it? If the answer is yes, then it is to admit that it is preferable to be oppressed by one’s own people rather than by people of alien origin, even if the weight of the oppression is objectively similar.

To be oppressed by a foreigner

gives an extra dimension of outrage to the oppression, but on the other hand permits the hope that if only the foreigner can be expelled all will be well.

Shanghai refuge

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Dalrymple’s maternal grandparents were refugees in Shanghai, but, he writes,

they died at the end of the war and are (I believe) buried there.

Dalrymple was surprised to discover after his mother’s death that she had received letters in England from them throughout the war. He quotes a sentence from one of the letters to her from her father in Shanghai:

It is a beautiful spring morning and the sun is shining brightly, but there is no sun bright enough to penetrate the dark clouds that are covering the whole earth.

Screen Shot 2015-02-03 at 22.48.35Dalrymple’s grandfather

went on to express the belief that one day the clouds would clear, but his hope was clearly less strong and more hypothetical than his despair, the reasons for which were all too real and evident. He died at just about the time the clouds were clearing, in 1945, but had he remained in China he soon would have seen them gather again.

Dalrymple’s mother’s sister,

who was also a refugee in Shanghai and learned good Chinese, never wanted to talk about her past and it did not seem right to badger her into doing so.

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Europe’s cock-eyed immigration policy

It sentimentally assumes, writes Dalrymple,

that the purpose of immigration is to provide succour for the persecuted rather than opportunity for the enterprising, and that we can truly do good only when we act against our interests, or when it costs us something tangible to do so.

Not surprisingly,

the demand for persecuted people produces a supply, since to claim persecution brings advantages, however small. That there is no infallible way to distinguish the genuine cases from the fraudulent ones causes the liberal sentimentalist no anxiety: he wants to feel generous, not to be generous.

The policy is also mean-minded, with its

dismal, pessimistic view that wealth is static, not dynamic (a view very widespread in Britain), and that immigrants can only consume wealth, not create it. The mean-mindedness also partakes of the racist view that immigration is a cultural threat, because culture is passed on through the blood rather than through the mind. As extreme French nationalists have put it, no Jew can ever truly understand Racine, because his ancestors came from Poland or Russia rather than from Gaul.

Browse while you can

Screen Shot 2014-02-21 at 00.02.04This is Dalrymple’s elegiac comment on second-hand bookshops. In one of the few SHBs that have not yet been killed off by High Street fake-charity shops (it should not be forgotten that the the fake-charity shops receive large subventions from the British state), Dalrymple discovers, and snaps up, a copy of J. Alexander’s The Truth About Egypt (1911), which he praises as

Screen Shot 2014-02-21 at 00.19.51a testimony to the vanity of power, or of supposed power.

A certain J. Alexander is the author of The Jews: Their Past, Present, and Future (1870), ‘being a succinct history of God’s ancient people in all ages, together with a brief account of the origin and formation of the Talmud based upon the most recent and approved authorities, to which is appended a tabulated statement of the numbers of Jews in all countries of the world’.

I am not sure this is the same J. Alexander.

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Site of J. Alexander’s house

The J. Alexander who authored The Truth About Egypt signs off his preface ‘Cairo, April 5, 1911’ while the J. Alexander who authored The Jews signs off thus: ‘124, Stockwell Park Road, S.W. [which now appears to have been destroyed by bombing or to have been demolished], March 1, 1870’.

The J. Alexander of Stockwell Park Road writes:

The author being himself a descendant of Israel, has brought to bear on his subject all the love for the people from which he has sprung, combined with the sincerest attachment to the Christian Church, of which, by the grace of God, he has become a member.

The appendix is reproduced below. The statistics are poignant. 456,000 Jews in Germany in 1867; the figure for 1950 was 37,000.

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