His glasses lopsided, his cufflinks over-large, hands clutched and knees all a-knock, Andy Burnham looked a bag of nerves when meeting Donald Trump at the United Nations building in New York. Social-media wits were reminded of Ronnie Corbett doing one of his monologues. The political reality was less comical. Here was our new Prime Minister on his first big foreign test.
Any fair-minded patriot wanted Mr Burnham to represent us with aplomb. No doubt he tried his best but it was not enough. He seemed daunted. Indecisive. Ridiculous. Not so much a head of government as a small-time mayor on an overseas jaunt.
President Trump was pretty gentle with the newcomer but there were two sticky moments. A reporter asked about Labour’s Chagos Isles deal, the one whereby we would pay Mauritius billions to rent an Indian Ocean air base that we already own. Mr Trump dismissed this as a ‘terrible and ridiculous’ idea. Mr Burnham stared through his wonky spectacles, frozen in horror.
‘Excuse me, sir, there’s a dead mouse in your soup.’ It was that awkward.
Then someone mentioned Labour’s sanctions against the West Bank, a policy that has been welcomed by Hamas terrorists but criticised bitterly by Washington and Jerusalem. Mr Trump diplomatically pretended to know nothing of the matter (this was a fib). He suggested instead that ‘prime minister Andy’ might like to say something. Gulp. A tangibly queasy Burnham hummed and hawed and lamely reminded the US president that he had, in fact, telephoned him about it at the time. This was the equivalent of sobbing, ‘but I did tell you, Grandpa’. It was little less than excruciating.
On the edge of the shot, to the left, sat Foreign Secretary Ed Miliband. The camera just caught him grabbing one of his knees and hugging it towards his chest. The British delegation continued to squirm while Mr Burnham essayed a rambling justification of his anti-Israel sanctions. Mr Trump did nothing to put his British guest at ease. Welcome to grown up geopolitics, Mr Mayor.
Andy Burnham looked a bag of nerves when meeting Donald Trump at the United Nations building in New York, writes Quentin Letts
Meetings with Trump are never easy. The old man is an erratic megalomaniac and there is no sure formula for dealing with him. His sit-downs with other heads of government – Trump always on the right, his victim on the left – are interesting mainly for what they betray about the character of the visitor. That is why Monday’s 12-minute press conference was so worrying. How gauche Mr Burnham was. He emerged from the encounter much reduced in stature. Sir Keir Starmer may have been a nasal oddball, but he coped with the US president a lot better.
Being Prime Minister is a vast and serious duty, much harder than Mr Burnham may have imagined back in 2021 when he tweeted that ‘any UK politician who gave Trump the time of day should be ashamed’. To represent your nation abroad – to lead its government and people – you cannot be a croucher. Shrivelling behind others may be okay for municipal functionaries but it is not an option for PMs. Nor is striking childish poses on social media.
Heads of government must deal with live scrutiny and find the strength of character to state their country’s interests. The alternative is to assume a poker face and create clever ambiguity. Give or take some flattery and joshing – Mr Burnham did mumble his way through some of that with Mr Trump – there really isn’t another course. International leadership demands clarity or cunning.
These are tense times. The Kremlin is threatening to expand its war beyond Ukraine into European Nato countries. Russia’s Navy is already causing trouble in waters off Britain. The Middle East is in flames and there have been threats to the RAF base on Cyprus. Argentina is making bellicose noises about the Falklands and is suing energy firms that hold drilling rights in the South Atlantic. China has blacklisted several MPs and been caught spying on British-based Hong Kongers; there are also claims that it has planted agents inside Parliament.
Even puny Jamaica and Ghana, both members of the Commonwealth and recipients of British aid, are nakedly on the offensive, outrageously demanding billions of pounds from us in ‘slavery reparations’.
As if that lot weren’t enough, Mr Burnham must persuade France to honour promises – for which we have paid a fortune – to stop small boats leaving its beaches for England. There is also our trade relationship with the European Union. Problems, problems.
On the edge of the shot sat Foreign Secretary Ed Miliband. The British delegation continued to squirm while Mr Burnham essayed a rambling justification of his anti-Israel sanctions
How strong will Andy Burnham be in the face of these assaults? Enemies will be trying to gauge the character of the new man in 10 Downing Street. After his meeting with Donald Trump will they divine a brisk, coherent leader with an innate sense of command? Will they conclude that he has mastered the principles and arguments for his policies? Or will they suspect that he can be blown about the place? Will they think him a trimmer who, having reached high office without a general election, could struggle to win the public’s confidence?
The European Commission may not exactly be an enemy but it hardly intends to do us any favours after Brexit (not that it liked us much beforehand). Any new trade deal with Brussels will therefore need to be negotiated with canny muscularity. The best way to go about that is by playing hard-to-get. Alas, Mr Burnham has already struck a supplicant tone, begging for better terms. He has called Brexit a disaster. It most certainly is not. Look at how many more billions of pounds the City now makes from exporting services. Why is our PM so down on our own country? Donald Trump may be annoying but at least he radiates self-belief rather than sitting there in a puddle of his own making.
With the departure of international-law fanatic Sir Keir, Labour could have easily ditched the terrible Chagos deal. The self-styled judges and Left-wing KCs who enabled Mauritius’s demands could have been told to get lost. The same solid resolve could have been taken on the Jamaican slavery demands. No one did more than Britain to get slavery abolished!
But Mr Burnham lacked the character to say boo to the goose. Such timidity, which merely emboldens antagonistic chancers, is born of a parochialism that considers only his core vote. Labour voters in metropolitan Manchester may well take pessimistic positions on Brexit, anti-colonialism and so forth. But Mr Burnham is Prime Minster now, and a prime minister must take a bigger view.
A proper premier, defiantly jealous of British interests, alive to national feelings, fizzing with intent, would not ascribe the 2016 Leave vote to Russian black propaganda, as Mr Burnham has. A proud head of government would not use that false claim to set up a hideous-sounding ‘Ministry of Truth’ which will likely impinge further on our freedom of speech. With each such authoritarian lurch, Labour just drifts further away from the electorate. Do they not see that this is why Brexit, and indeed Donald Trump’s MAGA movement, started in the first place? The Leave vote was not caused by Russian bots. It was caused by the arrogance of the political establishment.
Andy Burnham is a ‘nice enough guy’. You often hear that said and from my limited encounters of the man I would say it is true. But niceness never won a war. Niceness never sealed trade deals or defended national interests. Niceness may win you the Mayor of Trumpton’s chain of office but a prime minister needs harder, sharper qualities.
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