TLIAD: Meet The New Boss

Very good work so far, you have another winner, gentlemen.

I agree. I particularly liked Secretary John Powell.


Just please don't use Tony Blair, as he was born after the POD.

I guess that (as in OTL Soviet/Warsaw Pact Countires) women will find it difficult to work their way up the party hierarchy. So we won't be seeing Chief Secretary Peggy Roberts.


With Britain a member of comecon, life would be very different. All those high rise apartments everywhere. If London was flattened, will there be some Great Hall of the People somewhere?

Maybe the Great Hall will look something like the attached image.

Cheers,
Nigel.

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They would probably generally follow Soviet standards for building (gawd help us), so you'll end up with a Palace of Culture like this

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And low-rise Krushchyovka like this

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And Paneláky like this

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Modernised, they can be OK, unmodernised, well they can be horrific. I have a friend in Praha who has lives in a modernised one and its quite nice.
 
I'd quite like to know how different everyday life is for people in communist Britain. Do people still go to pubs, football games, theatres, or are these the location of the secret police, who people are scared of? How long is the working day? Is television used by the government to spread party-line messages, or is it a relatively free medium?

Also, what has and hasn't been nationalised? Sorry if you never intended to delve this far into the effects of Communist rule. :p
 
I love the National Theatre.

To people asking lots of specifics - as I often prefer, I'm going to pepper the next updates with hinted explanations as to what's going on. I will endeavour to answer you as clearly as possible, but within the narrative.

Thank you all for reading - I overslept slightly so the next update is another 20 minutes away.
 
Am I the only person who actually likes the National Theatre as a building?

I think it's the colour scheme that does it. Maybe it had more vibrant colours and wasn't so menacingly grey its architecture would be better appreciated.

AgentRudda said:
I'd quite like to know how different everyday life is for people in communist Britain. Do people still go to pubs, football games, theatres, or are these the location of the secret police, who people are scared of? How long is the working day? Is television used by the government to spread party-line messages, or is it a relatively free medium?

Pubs would be natural secret police haunts, I imagine, but just like the cafes on Prague's riverfront there'd be particular pubs that attract subversives more than other pubs. I imagine one of these pubs would give rise to a Vaclav Havel-like.

Theatres would likely be heavily curbed and driven underground (an easy comparison could be made to the first Commonwealth), but football would certainly receive the full benefit of state backing. The BBC would maintain its monopoly, and might gain an extra colour channel many years after colour was considered the cool new thing in television.
 

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Donor
The thing is, given brutalist architecture in the 50s and 60s in OTL, I have a feeling that British buildings in TTL wouldn't actually be that different, except perhaps even more civic vandalism of older buildings. Which may be the point. I'm reminded of Bill Bryson's claim that the (mid-to-late-20th century) British would have done Communism so much better, just because we like queuing and grey and beige and shortages. I don't think it's a coincidence that the current government popularised the term 'austerity' to describe its economic programme--to the British mind that sounds jolly healthy in eschewing decadent excess etc. rather than 'cuts' or whatever. The actual look of the country might not be that different from the period between the Forties and Eighties in OTL, for all that that time has been called "The Golden Age of Capitalism" in OTL.
 
The actual look of the country might not be that different from the period between the Forties and Eighties in OTL, for all that that time has been called "The Golden Age of Capitalism" in OTL.

A thought sprung to mind about Received Pronunciation accents on the box. I remember reading an anecdote about North Korea that the version of Korean used in news reports and the like is actually very formal and archaic compared to Korean as spoken in the South. I wonder if the same sort of discrepancy between vernacular English and stuffy official English would afflict this alternate Britain, with newsreaders sounding absurdly plummy and stiffnecked even as David Hasselhoff dances with the crowds on the Embankment.
 
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An East End boy who led his nation with a smile

A communist stalwart born to Baltic Jewish parents in London’s East End, Max Levitas was at Cable Street when Mosley and his thugs tried to march through. When the actual Nazis arrives four years later, Levitas joined the resistance, first as a deliverer of underground newspapers. By the end of the war, he was blowing up railways with the Molotov Club.

A plain-speaking man with simple roots, Levitas served as a useful counterweight to the more intellectual occupants of the Central Committee. When the Chinese Scare of 1971 had various more bookish figures in the government on edge, it was Levitas who persuaded them there was no risk of ‘another Azores’ because the Chinese simply had ‘nowhere else to go’. Sure enough, by the end of the year, Lin was reassured, calmer, and in control of the party and of China. Relations with the Kremlin normalised, and the Indian government in particular breathed a sigh of relief.

Levitas cut his teeth on foreign affairs in the former Raj. In 1959, he was made ambassador to the Balaram government and was present during the renewal of the Indo-Soviet ‘treaty of friendship’ that had been in place since the death of Lloyd George. Finding the climate delightful but the work uninspiring, Levitas requested a transfer into a domestic department in 1963, and by the mid-sixties he was the Assistant Secretary for Prices, Quantities and Standards. In 1967, he was made Secretary for Housing and Civil Construction, partnering him with the brilliant Rodney Gordon. Gordon’s brutalist designs were revolutionising inner London and would, across the next fifteen years, become a common (if divisive) sight in all major cities of the CGB.

By 1976, Levitas was a powerful and respected member of the Central Committee. On Feather’s sudden death, he was the obvious candidate to replace him. Brushing aside a nominal challenge from Jack Jones (who was, in 1977, sent to oversee tyre production in Brentford), Levitas took over the CGB in the bloodless fashion the country had become used to. It might not have been so easy - when his candidacy was first considered, there was an elephant in the room that made some Secretaries uneasy. Levitas was Jewish. Were it not for the fact that the leader of the Soviet Union himself was as well, it is unlikely that this ‘landmark moment’ for British Jews would have occurred. As it happened, even the most strident anti-Semites in the government could barely talk higher than a whisper while Kaganovich was still in charge. When the Grand Old Man stood down in 1978, Levitas was already entrenched and had, thankfully, weeded out the more reactionary members of the Central Committee.

While he shared Feather’s desire for stability and prosperity, Levitas was aware of the dangers of appearing to govern as a do-little. While ‘public discontent’ was hardly the concern it had been in the days of ‘democracy’, a riot at the wrong time could lead to a telephone call from Moscow and a one-way ticket to a farm in Wales.

With this in mind, Levitas made himself a very public figure. ‘Dynamic socialism’ became the watchword of the day, and the BBC had its Expectations Charter for 1975-1980 formally ripped up and replaced with a new, more targeted agenda. Levitas allowed the Central Committee to become perceived as slightly more ‘human’ and ‘in touch’. They were present, for example, at the FA Cup final in 1978, (where Portsmouth Maritime beat Watford 3-2). The nightly news began to feature the relevant secretaries reading out statements themselves (in the style, though not the reality, of an interview) rather than simply sending a fax of what to say straight to the BBC.

Critics have called Levitas’ tenure ‘window dressing’. Real reform was not forthcoming, but the Cable Street veteran did a very good job of making people feel like things were substantially better than they had been. In many ways, it was an impossible task to meaningfully reform the British state within ten years of the Summer of London.

The ‘window dressing’ charge is, however, somewhat unfair. There was a small but noticeable relaxation of public censorship, though only in the fields of ‘entertainment’. Shakespeare, as in the Soviet Union, had never been censored and had for years served as the obvious outlet for subversive directors and actors. Peter Hall’s 1980 Hamlet, starring Derek Jacobi, turned Elsinore into an ever-watching police state, and contained sequences all too familiar to Britons who had been present when Special Branch raided or shut down a pub.

Hall’s production was not a new phenomenon - as early as 1960, Laurence Olivier directed a seminal Measure for Measure, and allowed the idea of a benevolent ruler disguising himself and going among his people in order to survey them to speak for itself. Olivier was visited at his home by Special Branch, it is alleged, but no formal action was taken.

What made the 1980 Hamlet so significant was what followed it. After three extended runs at the People’s Theatre and a trip to Broadway (the ‘Muskie Thaw’ was in full swing), there was a palpable sense that the Levitas regime was becoming more permissive in terms of culture. It is this mood that inspired Harold Pinter to write (or rather, put on - he had written it in the 1960s) The Birthday Party a confusing, savage play that involved two men breaking down an apparently innocent man through interrogation. When, in 1982, it was a rave success, Levitas was faced with a choice. In a move that would define his cultural legacy, he contacted British Films and asked that Mr Pinter be contacted about a screenplay of the work.

While foreign affairs were never his strength, relations with the GDR were particularly strained during Levitas’ tenure. He found it impossible to hide his disdain for his comrades in Berlin. While this was understandable given the fate of several members of his family during the war (including his older brother), it seriously damaged his position and credibility as Germany gained the ascendancy within the western end of the COMECON. ‘Temper the Teutons’ had been the unofficial slogan of the British government since the war, echoing the attitude pursued by Moscow. But the ‘post-war trudge’ that had eventually brought German industry back up to speed by the mid-1960s was impossible to reverse. To dismantle one generation of factories and rebuild them in other countries is unfortunate - to dismantle two is sheer malice.

The backwards-looking nature of French socialism also meant that France began to fall significantly behind both Britain and Germany. Unwilling to change (or perhaps unable to), and hamstrung by strikes and the rise of the illegal Solidarité trade union, the French state had a difficult 1970s. By the end of the decade, rumblings were afoot of a military takeover on Moscow's orders, and sure enough by 1981 General Archambault was 'President and Defence Secretary of the People's Republic'.

The economic turmoil of the mid-1970s was weathered rather more effectively by the British people, however - a new generation of folk songs, akin to those sung in air raid shelters, would be heard cheerily ringing out from queues for bread, fuel or appliances. The Mini, its engine slightly improved, became a beloved symbol of Self-Sustaining Economics, Levitas’ favourite slogan. The usual waiting lists for the Mini came down to below six months for the first time in 1981. It seemed things were on the up.

Sadly for a man who focused his life on Britain, it would be foreign affairs that ended Levitas’ life. He attended the January 1984 Ankara Conference, at which both Tikhonov and Muskie agreed to a reduction in nuclear warheads. Allegedly a last-minute intervention from him saved the whole deal from collapse, though it is unknown how much of that claim is after-the-fact hagiography. Desperate to get home, he boarded the BOA flight back to Croydon International airport. Somewhere over the Adriatic, the plane broke apart and he was killed along with four other senior Central Committee members - and thirty others.

An inquiry was immediately launched into the crash, but no evidence of foul play was ever found. To this day, however, there are those who curse Koliševski and his government for an alleged missile strike on the aircraft. While foul play was never formally proven, the crash sparked the series of events that would lead to the occupation of Yugoslavia and full incorporation into COMECON and Antwerp by 1988.

As for Max Levitas, he is fondly remembered by many in Britain today. A cheerier face than Feather before him, and the last of Britain’s leaders to have actively fought in the war or resistance, his abrupt passing represented a sea change in British governance. As 1984 dawned, Britons wondered what awaited them next.
 
Am I the only person who actually likes the National Theatre as a building?



Sir Humphrey: Bernard, do you want the lake district turned into a gigantic caravan site, the Royal Opera House into a bingo hall, the National Theatre into a carpet sale warehouse.

Bernard: Well it looks like one actually.

Sir Humphrey: We gave the architect a knighthood so that nobody would ever say that.


The thing is, given brutalist architecture in the 50s and 60s in OTL, I have a feeling that British buildings in TTL wouldn't actually be that different, except perhaps even more civic vandalism of older buildings. Which may be the point. I'm reminded of Bill Bryson's claim that the (mid-to-late-20th century) British would have done Communism so much better, just because we like queuing and grey and beige and shortages.

That's true. Some of the Sixties high-rise blocks of flats were horrific - much worse places to live than the terraced houses that they replaced.

Cheers,
Nigel.
 

Thande

Donor
Good update--so next comes our "Gorbachev", whoever it'll be.

I do like the idea that the BBC is just always there regardless of who's running the country. Although in this case they really are Buggers Broadcasting Communism. :p

(I'm slightly surprised that none of the usual suspects has asked whether there's a Communist version of Doctor Who yet ;) )

A thought sprung to mind about Received Pronunciation accents on the box. I remember reading an anecdote about North Korea that the version of Korean used in news reports and the like is actually very formal and archaic compared to Korean as spoken in the South. I wonder if the same sort of discrepancy between vernacular English and stuffy official English would afflict this alternate Britain, with newsreaders sounding absurdly plummy and stiffnecked even as David Hasselhoff dances with the crowds on the Embankment.

Good point. I venture that in TTL a Hasselhoff analogue could be Chris de Burgh - born in Argentina but with illegal recordings wildly popular in Ireland?
 
Good update--so next comes our "Gorbachev", whoever it'll be.

I'm anticipating a "Honecker", actually. Someone dismal and uninspiring in contrast to the war heroes who preceded him, able to make the leader in his fifties standing next to him look hip and with-it.

I do like the idea that the BBC is just always there regardless of who's running the country. Although in this case they really are Buggers Broadcasting Communism. :p

(I'm slightly surprised that none of the usual suspects has asked whether there's a Communist version of Doctor Who yet ;) )

I'm happy we got a Communist James Bond. There's whole trove of other post-war treasures that are dying for a Red Makeover: a Communist Narnia, a Communist Gormenghast, a Communist Bagpuss...
 
I'm anticipating a "Honecker", actually. Someone dismal and uninspiring in contrast to the war heroes who preceded him, able to make the leader in his fifties standing next to him look hip and with-it.

I reckon we get a couple of short-lived people first as the changeover between generations occurs with some turmoil.

I'm happy we got a Communist James Bond. There's whole trove of other post-war treasures that are dying for a Red Makeover: a Communist Narnia, a Communist Gormenghast, a Communist Bagpuss...

What you mean Unsere Sandmännchen won't do? :D

What has happened to Tony Benn?
 
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The nation’s favourite big brother

Socialism in the British Isles had always owed a great deal of its heritage to Scotland. That no Scot had yet led the Commonwealth of Great Britain became something of a hot-button issue in the early 1980s, with Scottish oil now being drilled up and Max Levitas looking as though he would go on until at least the year 2000. The 1984 air crash intervened, however, and when the decapitated Central Committee met to discuss the leadership transition, the Secretary for Transport & Maritime Affairs was able to play on the Celtic sympathies of the meeting to get himself elected as its chair. The following Friday, Peter Cook announced on the BBC News at Eight that James ‘Jimmy’ Reid had become Britain’s first Scottish Chief Secretary.

Reid was born in Govan in 1932, and at the age of 15 was already working in the Clyde shipyards. The shift of Britain from imperial power to modest nation state had surprisingly little bearing on her shipbuilding - with no fleet to speak of after 1946, the construction of the small but effective People’s Navy kept the Clyde a flurry of activity up until the late 1950s. By then, merchant traffic was in high demand as lucrative trade agreements with the COMECON-’friendly’ nations like India, Indonesia and China required a vast building programme for the Prosperity Fleet (formerly the Merchant Navy).

Reid began work in 1947 and by the age of 18 was a shop steward. He once shook hands with a visiting Stafford Cripps, and determined on that day that he would one day hold the same office. By 1969, he was the youngest ever Administrative Secretary for the ‘Region’ of Scotland. It was a nomenclature to which he strongly objected, but he was now the most powerful central government figure north of the ‘border’.

Reid was long-serving in that post, overseeing the north of Scotland’s transition into an industrial powerhouse, earning him the nickname ‘the butcher of the cottage industries’. His first love was always shipping, and in the aftermath of Vic Feather’s death, he was made Secretary for Transport & Maritime Affairs, a national post he had long craved.

Nakedly careerist and a formidable debater, he toured Scotland when oil was discovered in the North Sea and made a number of speeches that earned him the ire of Moscow’s watchful eye. Wary of a ‘highland Tajikistan’, Levitas talked him down and ‘suggested’ he focus on rejuvenating the flagging rail network, whose High Speed Link project had stalled for several years.

Reid proved capable enough at getting that project off the ground, though he courted controversy when German engineers were invited to come and oversee the construction of the new route, effectively a re-opening of the ‘Grand Central’.

Railway locomotives were one of the few things Britain unquestionably led the COMECON in. The brutal ‘Continental Loading Gauge Or Bust’ programme of the late 1950s (overseen by the uncompromising and driven Richard Beeching) had brought Britain into line with most of Europe by demolishing and rebuilding hundreds of bridges and tunnels, as well as widening the gap between tracks around the country. The disruption this caused lasted six years, but the higher capacity that it made possible made it all worthwhile.

Reid, therefore, inherited a modern railway that was trying to become more up-to-date. Deltics purred across Europe, hauling trains from Calais to Warsaw, and British Locomotion had a rightful place at the top of the informal ‘aristocracy of labour’ that came to be among Britain’s working men and women.

Having made a name for himself in this capacity, he was an acceptable choice to many, particularly Scots, when he took power in 1984. His six-year tenure, however, would be marked by scandal and disagreement with Moscow.

In 1986, a major collapse at the Ellington Colliery killed 94 men. Reid immediately travelled to the scene, but it quickly became clear that severe safety failures were responsible. The trail eventually led to the Secretary for Mining, Mick McGahey. With no free press, the matter remained internal to the Party, but Reid was placed under significant pressure to sack his friend. Each day that he did not, rumours circulated of a ‘Caledonian mafia’ in Britain House. Eventually, McGahey was ‘moved’ to a position overseeing experimental desalination plants on the west coast of Scotland, but Reid had already been irreparably damaged.

On Christmas Day, 1986, Tikhonov was finally outmanoeuvred and the ‘reform faction’ took its long-awaited place as the ascendancy in Moscow. There was some dispute as to who would become General Secretary, but eventually Grigory Romanov became the first leader of the Soviet Union to have been actually born in the Soviet Union. As if overnight, Reid’s star began to fall.

It would still take three years for the knives to be sharpened, however. Reid’s reputation as a Feather-esque do-nothing had become dangerous, and allegations of cronyism and corruption were widespread within the party. By contrast, he was ruthless at controlling public opinion and was hugely popular and, at least ostensibly, adored by the masses. He seemed completely irremovable, a status apparently cemented by the enthusiastic invitation he received to join the embraces on the pitch when Great British captain Peter Shilton held the World Cup above his head at Wembley in 1988.

But nothing lasts forever. Eventually, a poisonous campaign of manipulated press appearances and anonymous letters in The Times began to discredit Reid. Finally, the long-serving Secretary for Technology, Anthony ‘Tony Benn’ Wedgwood-Benn, moved a motion to remove him in a meeting in the spring of 1990. Wedgwood-Benn was a passionate reformer and had been very nearly arrested and blacklisted in 1969. Obsessed with tabulators and the role they had to play in ‘the coming shtate of full Communishum’, he was seen as a little odd by his comrades. Nonetheless, his vote carried and he found himself chairing the Central Committee meeting to elect Reid’s successor.

However, if Wedgwood-Benn had hoped to stay there for long, he was disappointed. A backroom deal, long-arranged and now brought into play, removed him within forty-eight hours, and on 4 April 1990 the people of the CGB had a new leader - one that did not intend to be removed for a very long time.​

 

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Donor
I see Beeching got the irony dose for this update rather than Benn as Rasputin predicted.

With a Romanov ruling the USSR, clearly the next British leader will be called Windsor... ;)
 
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