There is a sickening hypocrisy about the righteous harrumphing in Berlin, where Gerhard Schröder stooped to the stagey ploy of putting calls from Rome on hold, and about the pompous strutting in Strasbourg of the offended “dignity” of the European Parliament. Dignity had gone to the dogs, a whole slavering pack of them, well before Berlusconi bit back.
The occasion was a formal one, the presentation that takes place at the outset of each rotating EU presidency. Berlusconi treated it with appropriate seriousness, delivering an accomplished, thoughtful speech. He, and the country he leads, were entitled to the customary courtesy of an adult debate on its substance.
What did he get? Before he even opened his mouth, a raucous claque of Green and left-wing MEPs waved placards plastered with the best insults they could plagiarise (the favourite, “No Godfather for Europe”, was a lift from Der Spiegel’s oh-so-witty cover story). His speech was greeted by a barrage of invective, all of it ad hominem, much of it infantile, some of it contemptible — the French Communist’s calling the Berlusconi Government “barbaric” or the Belgian MEP’s accusing him of laying Italy waste as did Attila the Hun. Martin Schulz, the deservedly obscure German Socialist now enjoying his 15 minutes of fame, was the last in a discreditable line-up of nincompoops who disgraced democracy by their inability to tell the difference between free speech and the political equivalent of a wrecker’s demolition ball.
The Parliament’s Speaker spinelessly ignored this trashing of protocol, bringing down his gavel only in defence of the last to provoke offence. To demand a formal apology from Berlusconi, after that, reminds me of a gaggle of Nobel peace laureates who once, at Hiroshima, spent three full hours expatiating on the evils of the Bomb without once mentioning that Japan had plunged Asia into war. Parliament owes the Italian Prime Minister an apology of its own.
