To me the scale of corruption was even more appalling than the fact that it was going on. [
I asked how the payments were generally made.
‘Anything from a numbered account in the Swiss Bank to a fistful of used oncers slipped under the door of the gents.’
He was so casual about it. He couldn’t see how shocking it was. He
I spluttered almost incoherently about bribery and corruption being sin. And a criminal offence.
‘Minister.’ He gave me a patient smile. ‘That is a narrow parochial view. In other parts of the world they see it quite differently.’
‘Humphrey! Sin is not a branch of geography!’
But he argued that sin
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‘You’re telling me,’ I asked, ‘that winking at corruption is government policy?’
‘Oh no Minister! That would be unthinkable. It could never be government policy. Only government practice.’
His double standards leave me quite breathless.
In the middle of this unprecedented discussion [
‘I’m sure the press office can draft something convincing and meaningless,’ he said obligingly. ‘That’s what they’re paid for, after all.’
I told him he was an appalling cynic. He took that as a compliment, remarking that a cynic is only a term used by an idealist to describe a realist.
I realised from his remark about the press office that he expected me to help with some cover-up if necessary. A shocking suggestion. Or implication, to be precise, since he hadn’t exactly suggested it. And then, I also realised I had an alternative.
‘I’ll tell the truth,’ I said abruptly.
‘Minister! What are you thinking of!’
‘I knew nothing of this. Why should I defend what I never approved?’
Then he trotted out all the usual stuff. That the contract is worth thousands of British jobs, and millions of export dollars, and that we can’t throw all that away for some small technical irregularity.
I explained, again, that it is not a small technical irregularity, but corruption!
‘No Minister, just a few uncontracted prepayments…’
I had heard enough. I was forced to explain to him that government is not just a matter of fixing and manipulating. There is a moral dimension.
‘Of course, Minister. A moral dimension. I assure you it is never out of my thoughts.’
‘So,’ I went on, ‘if this question comes up in the House, or if the papers start asking questions, I shall announce an inquiry.’
‘Excellent idea,’ he agreed. ‘I shall be more than happy to conduct it.’
I took a deep breath. ‘No Humphrey. Not an internal inquiry. A real inquiry.’
His eyes widened in horror. ‘Minister! You can’t be serious!’
‘A real inquiry!’ I repeated emphatically.
‘No, no, I beg you!’
‘The moral dimension.’ It really is time moral issues were made central to our government once again. And I’m the man to do it.
SIR BERNARD WOOLLEY RECALLS:[47]
It was shortly after the day that Hacker threatened a real inquiry into the Qumran deal that I went to Hacker’s London flat to collect him