"Mr Wilberforce is far from being a hypocrite, but he is we think, as fine as specimen of moral equivocation as can well be conceived"
William Hazlitt
Mr Wilberforce is celebrated in these parts by those who get some solace (and income no doubt) in spreading the word that, gosh and golly! the guy who "stopped the slave trade" came from these parts. You see it regularly used almost as a weapon, to defend, as if it needed it, the town of Hull from those who think it not the very heaven upon earth. So we get guff like this: "he devoted his life’s work to leading the abolition of slavery in the UK." a recent example from Twitter ( there was, of course no slavery in the UK, and the young excited student just displays ignorance in exuberance; a common trait these days ) ... that He,
the sainted one, was born here though that ... that must MEAN something, mustn't it?
Folk who really should know better make pilgrimage to the palatial (for Hull)
house on High Street. A
whole industry has sprung up just because wee Willy (he weighed under 100lbs) was born to parents from Kingstown upon the good old river Hull. It is acceptable, indeed folk are intensely relaxed these days, to point out that WW was filthy rich, so rich he bought the Parliamentary seat of Kingston upon Hull, that was just the style in those times in England, the Mother of Parliaments. Having bought the one seat it was no trouble to buy the seat for Yorkshire some time later.
Pecunia non olet ... He always claimed to be an independent member of Parliament but whenever Mr Pitt whistled his rich puppy Wilberforce came running adoringly to vote for some of the most oppressive legislation and abuse of human rights this country has ever seen and that is saying something. The Anglican Wilberforce, I won't call him a Christian that would insult too many decent people, the Anglican W. considered saving the souls of African slaves far above saving the lives of poor English working folk,
they could have
habeus corpus suspended, the right to association denied, the right to meet in gatherings of more than fifty denied,
they could be chopped down by the yeomanry in Manchester,
they could be transported to Tasmania for trade union activity,
they could be tried and sentenced to death for seditious libel just for distributing pamphlets that they could not even read,
their children could be denied education and put to work by their equally uneducated parents. Mr W. would whine against the war with France but vote for all the supply measures
and the burdensome, impoverishing taxation that was imposed on the English poor so as to kill the French poor; "
Oh, In old England very hard times ..." As
Hazlitt put it witheringly: "Mr. Wilberforce's humanity will go all lengths that it can with safety
and discretion: but it is not to be supposed that it should lose him his
seat for Yorkshire, the smile of Majesty, or the countenance of the
loyal and pious. He is anxious to do all the good he can without hurting
himself or his fair fame."
All this, though, is so much mud in the Humber for the Wilberforce fan club. The cant of the Clapham Sect was
born here, on
this street, this is
his fig tree and these are
his clay feet on a marble statue made fifty years after
he died,
he was here and that must surely MEAN that
here is IMPORTANT and by extension Hull MEANS something and our lives in this small town in Yorkshire on the elbow of the Humber are just so much the better because of that ever elusive something ...
