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Bullying and intimidation dominate the
British countryside, as landowners and shooters assert their power.

By George Monbiot, published in the
Guardian 1st May 2019

I’ve often thought, watching the
felling of ancient trees, the slaughter of wildlife and the stripping
of topsoil
, “I
love this land more than the owner does”. While there are plenty of careful
landowners, there are others who seem to despise their own property. Those of
us who love the land struggle against its owners to protect it from ruin.

For centuries, challenging the way the
land is used has been treated as a trespass: we are told it is none of our
business. Yet this is the very fabric of our nation. Conflicts over its treatment
are portrayed in the billionaire press as a war between town and country. But
most of the nature lovers I know live in the countryside. This isn’t about
rural versus urban – it’s about power. As Guy Shrubsole’s crucial new book Who Owns England? shows,
major rural and urban landowners are often the same people.

There is one real difference between
town and country. In the countryside, people are often afraid to speak out. You
can see why in the recent treatment of the television presenter Chris Packham.
After an organisation he helped to found – Wild Justice – successfully challenged the
unlawful killing of several bird species, two dead crows were left
hanging from his gate
,
whose lock had been superglued.

Harassment of this kind is familiar to
rural people who challenge shooting or foxhunting interests. Two long reports, one
in the Independent
, the other in the online magazine The Overtake, detail the bullying and intimidation
associated with foxhunts, that run riot in the north of England while the
police look the other way. There’s an almost Sicilian culture of fear: people
are frightened into silence or forced to move house. Locals complain of mob
rule as hounds and horses rampage through their gardens and trash their
businesses. Hunt monitors, documenting blatant lawbreaking, are beaten up with
impunity, while their vehicles are scratched and smashed. Everyone knows it’s
happening. No one seems able or willing to stop it.

For some of Britain’s most powerful
people, hunting and shooting are primordial rights, and any challenge to them
is treated as illegitimate. They assert ownership not only of the land, but
also of the social relationships surrounding it. Landowners, farmers and
gamekeepers, though they comprise a small minority of the rural population,
claim to speak for everyone, and dismiss those who challenge them as
interfering urbanites. I call their social power, with a nod
to Antonio Gramsci
,
agricultural hegemony.

Essential to the control of the
countryside, as Shrubsole documents, is secrecy. Landowners have successfully
resisted a comprehensive public catalogue of their holdings: the Land
Registry
is
incomplete and protected from full public scrutiny by a paywall. Vast tracts of
land are held by trusts and shell companies based in offshore tax havens. But they continue to receive our
money in the form of farm subsidies, paid by the hectare. The more you own, the
more you are given.

These payments are not accompanied by corresponding
rights. Despite the continued efforts of access campaigners, we still have a
right to roam across only 10% of the country. If, as Theresa May has claimed,
we seem like the citizens
of nowhere
,
part of the reason is that we are treated as intruders in our own nation.

A visit to almost any stately home
reveals something hidden by centuries of justifying myth: the British aristocracy
is a death cult. In most of the grand houses on public display, there are
scenes or implements of killing wherever you look. Paintings of battles and
paintings of hunts, both featuring men in uniform charging on horseback, hang
among weapons of war and animal heads. Britain’s traditional ruling classes are
as obsessed with death as any street gang in Tegucigalpa. Killing, after all,
is how they got there.

The next rank – the county set – could
be seen as the aristocracy’s enforcers. These are people who tend to visit
their rural houses only at weekends, but whose representatives insist in
newspaper columns that they are the authentic voice of the countryside. Their
fashions – waxed jackets, tweed hats, red trousers, waistcoats with shotgun
patches, Range Rovers, springer spaniels and labrador retrievers – proclaim an
association with field sports: the right to hunt has been a class signifier
since the Norman Conquest.

For some members of these classes,
much of the animal kingdom is divided into two categories: game and vermin.
Game means animals you pay to kill. Vermin means animals you pay other people
to kill. Sometimes it sounds as if the second category includes ramblers,
ecologists and anyone whose ancestors gained the right to vote in the past 150
years.

Landowners claim to be the custodians
of the countryside. Some of them merit this description. There are plenty who
are trying to improve their practices, and even to rewild their land, to allow nature to return. But there
are others who claim to have “made the landscape”, but flatly refuse to take
responsibility for the loss of wildlife, ecosystems, soil and water quality
their practices have caused. They viciously attack anyone who seeks to hold them
to account.

Chris Packham’s crime consisted of
mounting, with other people, a legal challenge to the general licence permitting the
unregulated killing of 16 bird species, including some that are innocuous and
one (the lesser black backed gull) that’s listed as a conservation priority. The government’s agency, Natural
England, at first resisted the challenge, then suddenly caved in. It
announced
an
almost immediate suspension of the licence for five days, while it was
redrafted to bring it into line with the law. No
one expected or wanted
the
existing licence to be scrapped immediately. But Packham and the other members
of Wild Justice were condemned for the disruption.

After
it became clear that Packham had been wrongly blamed, the Telegraph published
an article
by
an old
Etonian landowner

called Jamie Blackett, who lamented not the hanging of the dead crows but the
fact that it was reported in the media, apparently “to distract attention”; claimed
that the legal challenge reveals the “full insanity of Packham’s agenda” and
reiterated calls for his sacking from the BBC. The article seems to me likely
to encourage further
harassment
. But
Chris Packham, like pheasants and foxes, is now treated as fair game. His
hounding is another bloodsport.

I hope that the courage and humour with which he has responded to attempts to intimidate him will encourage other people to challenge the power of those who claim to speak for the countryside. There is a long tradition, for many years airbrushed from popular history, of rural radicalism, exemplified by people like Gerard Winstanley and William Cobbett. It is time to revive it.

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