Shane Jones (Photo: RNZ)
Shane Jones (Photo: RNZ)

PoliticsNovember 14, 2018

The curious political transformation of Shane Jones

Shane Jones (Photo: RNZ)
Shane Jones (Photo: RNZ)

For many years NZ First’s Shane Jones was one of Labour’s most reliably pro-business MPs. Yet today he presents as an anti-corporate crusader. Branko Marcetic assesses his record and asks whether supporters should trust his dramatic conversion.

The metamorphosis of a butterfly is one of nature’s great miracles. A caterpillar, growing too big for its own skin, disappears into a cocoon, emerging some weeks later an entirely different creature.

As goes the humble caterpillar, so goes the humble politician. For proof of the wondrous transformation a political metamorphosis can yield, look no further than NZ First MP Shane Jones, who made a long career as a champion of big business before emerging from a three year diplomatic cocoon as an anti-corporate populist firebrand.

Jones most recently flexed his newfound populist muscles by assailing the banks, calling the Financial Markets Authority (FMA) too “chummy” with the people they’re meant to regulate, and demanding the banking sector pay a $100 million levy for their “extravagantly privileged position.” It’s the latest in what certainly seems like a concerted re-branding for Jones as a business-unfriendly economic populist.

“If corporate New Zealand is going to trot out these fluffy inanities about how good they are in terms of climate change and social license then expect to be called on it if you don’t practice what you preach,” Jones told Interest earlier this year, taking aim at “corporate bureaucrats.”

In September, Jones called himself an “enemy,” later correcting to “frenemy,” of Fonterra. He’s taken the Warehouse to task for nearly closing in Kaikohe, assailed Air New Zealand over price hikes, and accused Australian owned banks of gouging consumers in the regions. Media have in turn described these efforts as a “warpath against corporate New Zealand” and “the makings of a classic big business versus the little people fight,” outright labelling Jones a “populist” and broadcasting the complaints of business leaders frustrated with his rhetoric, fortifying his self-designed image as a “champion of the regions.”

It’s almost enough to make you forget that before he put on a “Make New Zealand Great Again” cap, Jones had spent virtually his entire political career as the champion of big business.

For the most part, Jones’ career has been defined by his closeness to the very thing he now claims as his enemy. As a Labour MP, Jones repeatedly sided with the interests of business over his own caucus, as when he vocally backed deep sea oil drilling by Anadarko at a time when, most notably, his environmental spokesperson and his party’s leader were both raising concerns about the project. His bid for Labour leadership was partly funded by NZ Oil and Gas board member Rodger Finlay, who Jones this year announced was chairing Jones’ Provincial Growth Fund. It’s worth noting that Jones still supports mining on conservation land.

In 2012 Jones virtually went to war with the Greens to defend industry. When the Greens put forward a bill to alter copyright law to enable the satirising of copyrighted work – such as, say, overdubbing a company’s TV commercial with their own message criticising that company – Jones was not swayed. Breaking from the rest of his party’s support, he charged it would empower “economic vandals” and would “lead to the destruction of jobs”. This was after Jones had called the Greenpeace parody of Sealord’s environmental record (which had prompted the bill) “treacherous,” a “re-run of colonialism” at “the bidding of [the Greens’] Pommie masters,” and a humiliation of “garden variety Kiwi toilers.”

Jones, of course, had been the chairman of Sealord once upon a time, under whose tenure half of the company had been sold to Japanese firm Nissui. Jones had talked up the deal at the time and its employment benefits, which didn’t really eventuate, all of which had made him a particularly eyebrow-raising choice to join NZ First in 2017 given the party’s crusading against foreign ownership of New Zealand.

His argument was that his defence of business was just him looking out for the ordinary, job-seeking Kiwi. Except while a Labour MP, Jones was cool on the living wage, making it unsurprising that he got only 12 percent of the union vote when he ran for Labour leader. He also staunchly opposed raising taxes on the rich, and voiced a resigned acceptance for the Key government’s privatisation programme. More recently, his work-for-the-dole scheme was criticised by unions and anti-poverty campaigners, but supported by the Employers and Manufacturers Association, a group that serves as the voice of corporate New Zealand and lobbies for pro-business policies.

It’s little wonder that, once an MP, Jones received donations worth $10,000 from both Sealord and Talley’s. In fact, the latter also bankrolled the new-and-improved populist Jones’ campaign in Whangarei for NZ First last year. Talley’s, besides lobbying for a relaxation in health and safety regulations while holding a troubling worker safety record, may be best known for the prolonged battle it waged against its meat workers, during which it illegally locked out employees in the middle of collective bargaining.

And while Jones played coy last year over his stance on the TPP, in 2013-14 he was regularly reported as part of the pro-TPP side of Labour. After he left the party, he worked for the National government to sell the agreement to Māori. The TPP was top of the wishlist of just about every major corporation in the world, often in opposition to large segments of the local populations of the proposed signatories – particularly over its clause allowing companies to take governments to court over law changes that affect their bottom line.

None of this should be particularly surprising. Jones has said multiple times that the Labour Party he fell in love with was specifically that of the Lange government, a.k.a. the pro-business, free market government that slashed regulations, sold off state assets and rolled back union power, and whose economic architect, Roger Douglas, went on to found the ACT Party. It had made his joining NZ First even more baffling, given that Winston Peters was explicitly campaigning against the very same Labour government that Jones most admired.

This isn’t the only side of Jones – every now and then he would make a big show of criticising corporate New Zealand for some policies, as when he repeatedly accused Countdown of anti-competitive practices. Yet it’s clear the weight of evidence suggests he belonged to a strongly pro-business wing of Labour, and that his current positioning jars strongly with his historical posture.

People are of course allowed to change their political stances – even politicians. But elected officials also have a habit of conveniently, and sometimes dramatically, shifting their beliefs at the most opportune times. Perhaps the show Jones is currently making of taking on corporate New Zealand isn’t just a canny piece of re-branding. Then again, his continued financial support from Talley’s suggests there’s at least one group of people betting that it is.

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You can’t put a price on democracy, but you can put a price on a seat
You can’t put a price on democracy, but you can put a price on a seat

PoliticsNovember 13, 2018

Which MP occupies the worst seat in parliament? A Spinoff investigation

You can’t put a price on democracy, but you can put a price on a seat
You can’t put a price on democracy, but you can put a price on a seat

There are so many issues facing the nation but one rises above them all. Madeleine Chapman goes on a quest to find the worst seat in the House.

Members of parliament spend a lot of time sitting in their assigned seat in the debating chamber of New Zealand’s House of Representatives. In 2018, there are 93 scheduled sitting days. For MPs low on the list, that’s 651 hours spent sitting in a seat that is, by all objective measures, pretty terrible. Imagine if your job was to watch concerts at the Town Hall every day except your seat was behind a pillar. That’s what it’s like for the low-ranking MPs on sitting days.

So whose seat is not just bad, but the actual worst? There can only be one and I was determined to find out.

First, here’s the seating plan as at 17 October 2018. It’s that recent because it had to be updated with Jami-Lee Ross’s move to the naughty corner. The easy answer would be to say that Ross has the worst seat. He’s certainly in the worst position – in every sense – of any politician this year. But I didn’t want the easy answer, I wanted the truth. They don’t call me the Acting Deputy Assistant Political Editor for nothing.

Campbell Smith is a talent manager and music promoter. He has staged festivals like Big Day Out and Auckland City Limits, as well as put on tours for the likes of Sol3 Mio. Smith knows how to price a seated arena.

I visited Smith at his office in Morningside and presented my venue. He stared at it in silence for a few moments. “So where’s the stage?”

It was a good question and one that needed answering. We deliberated and agreed that though “The Table” was the expected space for a stage, the headliners performed from the front rows.

“These ones will be taken by VIPs,” he said, circling the front benches. “They might be part of packages where you get a ticket and a meet and greet.” He was right. Of everyone in the room, those in the first row would be most likely to get face time – a meet and greet – with the prime minister or the leader of the opposition. That front row, from Peters to Woods, Bennett to Guy, that’s Gold Class. “But these ones here are unsellable because they’re behind the stage,” Smith went on, circling the six seats occupied by NZ First list MPs. “Everyone pays for their tickets but these ones were probably given for free to friends of the band.”

It was an accidental roast from Smith but I snatched it gleefully. What are the NZ First List MPs if not friends of the one man band that is Winston Peters?

“But I suppose this set up is a bit different because the stage is more -” Smith was about to change the pricing areas but I cut him off. I’d already written the NZ First joke in my head and I wasn’t going to let him ruin it.

I called Jenny Marcroft, ninth on the list at NZ First and occupying the farthest corner behind the stage, to give her the news. She had the worst seat in parliament.

“Absolutely not.”

She didn’t take it well.

“In the event of an earthquake I’m first out the door.”

A surprising defence from Marcroft, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And she wasn’t done.

“What is really good about my spot is the prime minister walks past me every day as she leaves the House and I always get to say hello.”

“Do you high five her?”

“We do eyebrow high fives.”

I wasn’t convinced but Marcroft was insistent and eager to point my search in another direction. “The worst seating is right at the back, opposite the speaker. That’s the wilderness.”

I set off into the wilderness, jumping over logs, ducking under gorse, entering new dimensions, before finally getting to Duncan Webb’s seat. Webb is the Labour MP for Christchurch Central and the only MP in government who sits on the same side as the Opposition. His seat is in the back row with the sergeant-at-arms on one side and two empty seats on the other. When Campbell Smith saw Webb’s seat, he was horrified.

“He’s got a shit seat. He’s on the wrong side, he’s alone, he’s got the cops sitting beside him so he can’t even have a joint while he’s watching.”

I called Webb to once again share the bad news. He had the worst seat in parliament.

“My seat is awesome for numerous reasons.”

There was a trend forming among politicians with crappy seats: denial.

“If you sit there, you’re the first person to be moved when someone’s not there. So I almost always sit up in the main block, right behind Jacinda. In fact, even though I am the lowest ranked on the Labour List who got into parliament, I get to sit way above all of the other backbenchers.”

This did admittedly sound like a good deal to me. But then I remembered when I was seven years old and my dad would let me sit in the driver’s seat with him and ‘drive’ the car. I felt pretty special compared to my teenaged siblings who weren’t allowed to drive yet but then we got home and I had to go to bed while everyone else watched a movie. Webb’s assigned seat is his own childhood bedroom, is what I’m trying to say.

“You get to listen to all the gossip from all the National Party MPs who essentially forget that you’re there. It’s a prime sitting spot.”

He was relentless in his defence. Every con I presented, he turned into a pro, like a true politician. Right at the back? No one will notice if you fall asleep. No neighbours? You can spread out and lounge. Not able to smoke a joint because you’re next to the cops? “Not being able to smoke a joint didn’t spring to mind when I first got your message but I suppose you’re right.”

He wasn’t going to admit to even having a bad seat, let alone the worst one, and was quick to offer an alternative. “Anyone towards the back but not quite the back, right in that backbenchers block there.” Why? “If you really needed to go to the toilet, it’s a real squeeze getting out.”

There are 31 MPs occupying “that backbenchers’ block” who would have to squeeze by someone on their way to the bathroom. All their seats are bad but I needed one to represent them, much like … a politician … represents … their electorate. I chose Erica Stanford. She sits four rows back but not in the back row, and is within earshot of Webb so has surely been spied on by the Labour MP. She’s also smack bang in the middle of the row.

I had finally found the worst seat in parliament. Surely she had no rebuttal.

“Worst seats in the house are those in the aisle,” she said, as my head fell onto my keyboard. “Great for skipping out for a bathroom break but also dangerous when speaking.” She linked to a Youtube clip of an MP stumbling off his perch while speaking.

“I can heckle the opposition during question time and not get pulled up by Speaker Mallard because he can’t see or hear me.” I assumed she meant “heckle the government” because she is part of the opposition. “There’s still a row of people behind me so I don’t look like I’m right at the bottom of the list.” Finally someone mentioned the social implications of an upper bowl seat. And someone was finally about to mention Trevor Mallard’s hearing.

“Any seat on the speaker’s left is great. Speaker Mallard is partially deaf in his left ear and doesn’t always hear objections on that side.” So by that logic, the worst seat had to be on the side of the government, Stanford confirmed.

“Anyone in NZ First in the aisle. Close to the speaker and on his good ear side and at risk of falling in the aisle.”

Who was from NZ First and in the aisle? Jenny Marcroft.

I was Frodo and the worst seat in the House was Mordor.

I had spent days, weeks, years on this and all it got me was right back to the beginning. I finally knew what it was like to work in politics. I didn’t know how anyone could do it. So I found someone who no longer had to.

Peter Dunne sat in a lot of seats throughout his political career. From the backest of benches to the front row of the opposition – a VIP – Dunne knows them all. And he knows which ones sucked the most.

“I think the worst seats are way up the back because you’re so far away from the action. It’s difficult to attract attention if you want to get the call and you’re pretty much a spectator at that point. And it’s better to be in a pair. If you’re on your own … it’s a loneliness thing, in a way.”

It sounded like he was describing Duncan Webb’s seat. I told him there was a Labour MP sitting to the left of the speaker, in the last row, next to the sergeant-at-arms and two empty seats. He was firm in his response.

“Yes that would be the absolute worst seat, I think. Very hard to make an impact from there.”

The bowtie had spoken. Duncan Webb occupies the worst seat in the House. But he doesn’t have to. Dunne had some life changing advice for Webb.

“Seats are on a seniority basis and for new MPs it’s alphabetical. So I’d suggest he change his name to Arnold Aardvark.”

Sincere condolences to Duncan Aardvark-Webb, you officially have the worst seat in the House. The good news is, the only way to go is up. Or rather, down, as in, come down out of the shadows where you currently sit.

Next time you find yourself watching Parliament TV by accident, spare a thought for Duncan Webb. You won’t see him (don’t be silly), but he’ll be there, working hard in the darkness, hoping to one day rise up and out of the worst seat in parliament.