A Duchess in Distress: What KateGate tells us about privacy in tabloid Britain
It is safe to say I am
not a Royalist. Indeed, scarcely little is safer to say. To say I am not a
Royalist is somewhat akin to averring that the Bishop of Rome is indeed an
adherent to the faith and principles of the Catholic Church and that animals of
the genus ursus execute their bodily
functions in tree-rich areas. But despite my raving, Communist, Loonie Left,
socialize-the-sex-industry tendencies, last week I found myself agreeing with
right wing commentators for once. I am referring of course to the furore
surrounding the photographs of a topless Kate Middleton which appeared in the
French version of Closer magazine. You see, I may always lean to the left side,
like Vince Cable after a stroke, but I just can’t resist aiding a Duchess in
Distress.
I suspect, however, that my harmonisation
with the right wing press was simply a happy coincidence. If I were to compose
a Venn diagram of the situation, I imagine it would be composed of one large
circle (people who care about everyone’s privacy, under which umbrella I fall)
and within that circle, a smaller circle (people who care about Kate
Middleton’s privacy). And, quite appropriately, that Venn diagram, if shaded
pink, might look like the bare breast of a Duchess. Or maybe not, I haven’t
actually seen the pictures. Perhaps I am cynical, but I imagine that the good people
at the Daily Mail are less concerned with the privacy of a lesser, non-titled person.
Certainly they don’t seem to have shown as much regard for Selma Blair (Who is
she? Is she famous? Am I meant to know who she is?). Ms Blair features today in
a story on MailOnline entitled ‘He's quite the handful! Selma Blair left
embarrassed as son Arthur grabs at her breast.’ The story is illustrated by
detailed photographs of Blair’s son undoing her blouse and exposing a fair
amount of his mother’s bust. So apparently the Mail had no qualms in publishing
these very private and potentially embarassing photographs, yet absolutely
abhorred Closer’s decision to publish the Middleton pictures. Well, I’m sure
some very sophisticated editorial decision-making went into the differentiation
they made between these pictures and those of the Duchess which they so
decried. (DISCLAIMER. THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN SARCASM.)
There is no doubt that people will always be interested in the life of the
Royals, no matter what they do, but they are far from publicity-shy recluses.
These people seem to excrete press releases, willingly and openly living their
lives in the public eye. (If you might object and say that media attention on
their lives is uninvited and forced upon them by a hungry press, I would direct
you to the Queen’s own post-Diana decision to open the Royal Family up to such
attention and media-package them). Such is the saturation of Royal publicity, the
media can hardly plead starvation when caught digging around in the Royal
dustbins round the back of Buckingham Palace. The family could not expose
themselves any more, short of cutting out the middle man and sending Kate to The
Sun for a Page 3 shoot. But the
point is that everyone, including members of the Royal Family, is entitled to a
certain degree of privacy. If Kate had been sunning herself bare-breasted on
the Queen’s jubilee yacht as it moved down the Thames, then perhaps we could agree that it is not a question of privacy.
But long-lens shots taken without her notice? It’s surprising the French gutter
press have cameras good enough to reach all the way up to the (justified) moral
high ground.
Perhaps some of the more noxious exponents
of the dark arts of “journalism” would claim that the Royal Family’s willing to
expose themselves justifies the press intrusion. Indeed these so called
‘Faustian Pacts’ came up so frequently during the recent Leveson enquiry that
they seemed to have been accepted as standard practice in modern journalism. The
understanding goes: papers help promote a celebrity’s image / TV show / megalomania
and in return they are justified in doing whatever they please to that
celebrity, intruding upon their life, hacking their phonecalls, intimidating
their relatives, you name it. And it is fine, because they’ve brought it upon
themselves; they knew what they were getting in for. Now, while the notion of
Rebekah Brooks playing Mephistopheles to Kerry Katona’s Dr Faustus is one so
irresistible I may well submit it to ITV3’s Commisioning Editor, I believe this
so called ‘understanding’ is completely unjustified. Although I realise privacy
laws in this country lag far behind those of other countries, a system in which
we make judgements on someone’s privacy according to whether we think they are
reaping what they have sown is frighteningly unsuitable for the job, like an
asbestos onesy. It effectively divides people into two tiers, when the right to
privacy must surely be inalienable and universal; it must apply both to
Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge and Kerry, Queen of Iceland, regardless of
whether the self-serving press deem them to “have brought it on themselves”. Furthermore,
the press’s self-regulation in this matter tends to lack rigour, for example in
its pursuit of people who suffer from depression or other mental illnesses. And
how do they judge whether someone has ‘brought it on himself?’ In a Newsnight
debate moderated by presenter Emily Maitlis, Steve Coogan, comedian, and Paul
McMullan, ex News Of The World journalist and professional dick, touched on
this issue:
MAITLIS: But the wider
question is about using the tabloid
press to put yourself out there.
COOGAN: … If the News Of The World never wrote another word about me, I’d be delighted. Or it’s successor, The Sun On Sunday; I don’t court them at all.
MCMULLAN: Yeah, you do. You walk down red carpet and you pose at the cameras…
COOGAN: … If the News Of The World never wrote another word about me, I’d be delighted. Or it’s successor, The Sun On Sunday; I don’t court them at all.
MCMULLAN: Yeah, you do. You walk down red carpet and you pose at the cameras…
In McMullan’s view, if someone turns up
to a film premiere and is photographed, they are “courting the press”, thereby
justifying any and all intrusion into their private life. While McMullan is the
very caricature of a contemptible, low-life tabloid journalist, almost
Dickensian in his decrepitude and debasement, he is sadly an accurate stereotype,
the unrespectable face of an unrespectable business, for whom ‘consent’ is
largely a self-serving construct.
The Kate story itself has been a rather
cut and dry affair. Everyone (except for the editor of the French Closer)
agrees that it the affair is an intolerable intrusion on the Duchess’ privacy.
But the sharp contrast that it draws with other privacy cases provides a
insight into the real attitude of the tabloid press towards the individual’s
privacy. For the most part, they are of the opinion that privacy does not exist,
or that there is no right to it. JK Rowling’s young daughter had no privacy
when a photographer took pictures of her in a swimsuit on a beach, nor when
another journalist slipped messages for her mother into the child’s school bag.
Nor did Siena Miller, when journalists pursued her relentlessly, listening to
her and her family’s messages. And of course, little needs to be said about the
Milly Dowler case.
The media’s fickle relationship with
privacy was further revealed when, in a related story, Prince Harry was
‘caught’ cavorting naked with women in a Las Vegas hotel room. (The poor Queen.
I bet she just wanted a quiet Jubilee). Nothing Harry did was illegal. Morally
questionable, maybe in some people’s eyes (Not mine. Good on you, Harry, I
say), but not illegal. The incident occurred in a private hotel room, an
environment which, as the name suggests, confers the right to certain expectations
of privacy. But not according to the Sun, which invoked two arguments for
publishing the photographs. First we had the pubic interest, sorry, public interest defence. What possible
bearing a game of Royal strip poker might have on the public interest eludes
me, unless it involved Charles and Camilla, in which case it is a crime against
humanity and should be referred to The Hague. Then we had what seemed to be the
joke excuse: The Sun, they claimed, was justified in publishing the photographs
because they were already available
elsewhere.
Well, hallelujah! Great news! Maybe now
the Guardian can replace those endless Polly Toynbee columns with hardcore
pornography and the Telegraph will start printing instructions on how to build
home-made fertiliser bombs, because, after all, it’s all available already on
the internet. No ambition to aspire to a level or an ideal of morality! Let’s
all just lower ourselves to the basest denominator. This argument carries less
weight than Keira Knightly’s exquisite cheekbones. It brutally exposed The
Sun’s one and only motivation for publishing any story or photographs: sales. Although
other tabloid newspapers did not run the Harry photos, and it would be wrong to
imply by omission that they did, it is worth remembering that their restraint
is liable to be born less of regard towards privacy and more of a keen
awareness that Lord Leveson is soon to publish his report on ethics in the
press. Perhaps the tabloids have indeed been muzzled for a short while, but I don’t
imagine it’ll be long before they’re back crapping in our kitchens again. And
why? Because we invited them in, didn’t we? We asked for it. We opened the
doors with our flirtatious press conferences and we laid out little tidbits by
actually going so far as to appear in
public. It’s our own damn fault.
So what is privacy in England? Well,
it’s whatever its invaders deem it to be. Kate gets privacy, of course, she’s a
Duchess. Topless photos of her? What an outrage! But what about the DJ Sarah
Cox when The People published topless photos of her in 2003? What about Paul
Gascoigne and his nervous breakdowns, mercilessly chronicled and ridiculed?
What about Hugh Grant and his daughter? What about Milly Dowler? How much is
privacy worth these days? To the tabloids, as much as they can sell it for.
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