Tony Blair will be giving evidence to the Leveson Enquiry tomorrow. A number of people may attempt to arrest him under the 6th Nurembourg Principle, which outlaws crimes against peace. It’s about time. The evidence is clear: together with the then American President, George W Bush, he deliberately launched a war without the backing of the United Nations Security country against a nation which was not, at the time, threatening any other country. Iraq used to be a rather nice place, I’m reliably informed. A place where westerners were welcomed. Not anymore.
A few years ago, a friend of mine urged me to action on the matter myself. “Come on you lawyers“, he said, “sort it out“. I explained that we needed to gather evidence first. Back then, I did not think that we had sufficient evidence for there to be reasonable prospects of a conviction. Since then, much has been revealed. In my view, the evidence does now justify a trial.
The scourge of predatory capitalists everywhere, George Monbiot, maintains a website called Arrest Blair For Crimes Against Peace. Funds are collected via this website. One quarter of the pot is paid out to anyone who attempts a peaceable citizen’s arrest according the site’s rules. So far three attempts to arrest Mr Blair have resulted in payouts from the fund, all in 2010: £2,619.67 to Grace McCann; £2,801.98 to David Cronin and £3,129.02 to Kate O’Sullivan. Here’s the last arrestor being interviewed after she attempted to bring Mr Blair to justice.
I’d love to attempt to arrest Tony Blair for principled reasons but I’d do it for the cash. I suspect my card has been marked for some time though and I doubt that I could get anywhere near him. I did once stand next to his missus, the delightfully attractive Cherie Booth, at a party. She’s one of those people who isn’t at all photogenic. In the flesh, she oozes appeal. However, I don’t think that’s the reason that almost everyone wanted to speak to her on the occasion that ADR Chambers was launched.
They wanted to speak to her for a variety of reasons. Doubtless some of them wanted to bend the ear of the wife of the Prime Minister. I doubt any of them wanted to bed the wife of the Prime Minister. Most of them probably just wanted to ostentatiosly refer to having had a conversation with her. As they all scraped their way around the room to their illustrious target, they each had to talk to me first. Mostly they were candid: “I’m only talking to you because you’re standing next to Cherie Booth and I want to talk her.” That was fine by me. Each one chatted to me for a bit and just as they managed to catch the desired female eye, they broke off their conversation and departed my company. With each I left a tip, loud enough for the woman who sleeps with a war criminal to hear. “Don’t mention the war“, I said.
Cherie Booth was a professional eye-catcher. She caught my eye several times (not in that way) and made herself look very approachable, before I started making the war comments. Whilst she wasn’t going to approach anyone, all were welcome to attend upon her. The whole parade was very much like one of those period dramas of which my wife is so fond, except that we lacked the spectacular costumes and the heavily codified etiquette. Well, I did. By the end of the evening, only I had not spoken to the top drawer. That was my quietened protest.