A shadow backbench MP nobody beyond her constituency had heard of was ‘owned’ by the Home Secretary last week. Hot on the heels of a staggeringly condescending letter to Priti Patel signed by various Labour MPs that accused the Home Secretary of using her race to ‘gaslight other minority communities’, this latest desperate leap on the BLM bandwagon by Her Majesty’s Opposition wheeled out the usual Labour copyright claim on race issues. Florence Eshalomi sought to uphold the oppressed immigrant victim narrative so beloved of the left and it was immediately evident the gambit had backfired brilliantly. Priti Patel disputed the accusation that her government doesn’t understand racial inequality.
‘On that basis,’ Patel retorted, ‘it must have been a very different Home Secretary who as a child was frequently called a paki in the playground, a very different Home Secretary who was racially abused in the streets or even advised to drop her surname and use her husband’s in order to advance her career, a different Home Secretary recently characterised in the Guardian newspaper as a fat cow with a ring through its nose, something that was not only racist but offensive both culturally and religiously. This is hardly an example of respect, equality, tolerance or fairness; so when it comes to racism, sexism, tolerance or social justice, I will not take lectures from the other side of the House…and sadly, too many people are too willing, too casual to dismiss the contributions of those who don’t necessarily conform to preconceived views or ideas about how ethnic minorities should behave or think. This…is racist in itself.’
The Labour MP didn’t call Patel an ‘Uncle Tom’, but the implication was inherent in her arrogant assumption that only Labour has the right to narrate this saga. Four great Offices of State and two of them held by British Asians rather than the evil white men who should always occupy them in order to validate the left’s story arc – that wasn’t in the script. And what a script; primarily penned by the self-loathing white middle-class that has echoes across the Atlantic at the heart of the Democratic Party, the politically-correct facade of tolerance obscuring a myriad of old-school bigotry and nastiness. Priti Patel doesn’t fit the narrative, so she’s fair game to be demonised in a racist character assassination as vile as any the left routinely accuses its enemies of.
Ditto the recent graffiti on the statue of Queen Victoria in Leeds – look beyond the historically inaccurate ‘slavery’ sloganeering and notice the statue’s breasts and genitals have been highlighted in spray-paint; what does that say to you about the ‘artist’s’ attitudes to women? Funny how so many who wear their Woke colours with pride are – beneath the approved T-shirt and the perceived immunity that comes from occupying the moral high ground – utterly guilty of everything they are quick to weaponise and aim at anyone who doesn’t fall into line; one might conclude the shame over their own thought-crimes is manifested as transferring them onto the enemy. One particular Facebook ‘friend’ of mine is such a prolific virtue-signaller for all the correct causes that her posts imply she’s one of the kindest, most compassionate people you could ever wish to meet, when she is in fact one of the most unpleasantly manipulative and nastiest individuals imaginable. But I keep her in my newsfeed because I derive amusement from her hypocrisy.
At times like this, it’s always apt to defer to a man who nailed it 80 years ago – George Orwell. How long, one wonders, before some possessed fanatic discovers such a wry critic of the British Empire in its decrepit redundancy was actually employed as a colonial copper in Burma and decides his statue outside the BBC deserves the ‘racist’ epithet? You heard it here first. Of course, Orwell’s impression of the Empire came from the one thing today’s obsessive experts on it don’t have – first-hand experience; but his experience – and gradual disillusionment with – the left in this country seems the most relevant and timeless when placed in a contemporary context. His 1941 essay, ‘England Your England’, is as well worth a read as either of his two most famous works of fiction in what it has to say about where we are now.
‘It should be noted that there is now no intelligentsia that is not in some sense Left,’ he writes – and with the mainstream media of 2020 forbidding any diversity of thought or opinion, that certainly rings true. ‘The mentality of the English left-wing intelligentsia can be studied in half-a-dozen weekly and monthly papers,’ he goes on. ‘The immediately striking thing about all these papers is their generally negative, querulous attitude, their complete lack at all times of any constructive suggestion.’ When was the last time you saw anything but what he describes in the pages of the Guardian? Everything is shit, everything is rotten and corrupt, everything is beyond repair, and – it goes without saying – everything is racist.
When he writes ‘under this is the really important fact about so many of the English intelligentsia – their severance from the common culture of the country,’ one cannot help but instantly think of the political class’s failure to anticipate – and its reaction to – Brexit. ‘England is perhaps the only great country whose intellectuals are ashamed of their own nationality,’ he writes. ‘In left-wing circles, it is always felt that there is something slightly disgraceful in being an Englishman and that it is a duty to snigger at every English institution.’ The contemporary left narrative certainly endorses that statement; in Orwell’s day, naturally, most Englishmen were white; if one were to insert the word ‘white’ before the word ‘Englishman’, that last quoted passage would make even more sense in 2020, where the disgrace is embodied in ‘taking the knee’.
But perhaps his opinion on how the left of the 1930s was complicit in creating a sense of the English being a defeated, redundant race that they themselves should be ashamed of highlights how doing so leaves the English vulnerable to the enemy within. ‘All through the critical years,’ he writes, ‘many left-wingers were chipping away at English morale, trying to spread an outlook that was sometimes squashily pacifist, sometimes violently pro-Russian, but always anti-British. It is questionable how much effect this had, but it certainly had some. If the English people suffered for several years a real weakening of morale, so that the Fascist nations judged that they were decadent and that it was safe to plunge into war, the intellectual sabotage from the left was partly responsible.’ Witness the response to what happened last weekend – or this – from the left; the violent desecration by their side was justified because the hymn sheet is the same one passed around the whole congregation, and those at the top have been distributing it for years.
Fear of reprisals governs discourse. One is not allowed to question or query the incoherent manifesto of an organisation that wants to defund the police, destroy the nuclear family and effectively reorganise society along the lines of a neo-Marxist kibbutz. As the FA follows the same cynical line as all other public bodies, institutions, companies and corporations in enforcing BLM on football shirts with the ‘you must wear this or else’ decree previously applied to the LGBT rainbow logo, any resistance will result in instant dismissal; ditto the black square on social media. Funnily enough, the same sporting authority informed any England player refusing to give the Nazi salute when the team lined-up to play Germany in Berlin in 1938 that they would never be picked for their country again. Wonder if Orwell watched the game?
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Maybe I move in unusual circles, but none of my friends and acquaintances ever display attitudes which could be considered racist, sexist, ageist or any other ‘ist’: the exception is ‘equalist’, they are all happy to treat anyone and everyone as equal human beings. Other facets they share are a disdain for the inherent hypocrisy of those stirring up division where it doesn’t really exist and an appreciation of the nation’s history, warts and all, as bearing both a record and a lesson.
In my working days, I employed people of many races, genders and types, simply on the basis of their ability to do the job, they were promoted or berated based on their conduct. Whether I contributed to the advancement of any disadvantaged groups wasn’t the issue for me, I never sought any virtue-badges, they don’t pay the bills, I just needed the right people to do the right job well, in order that I hit my own targets and collected my rewards. Selfish perhaps, but real world.
Love him or loath him, Donald Trump has done far more for the disadvantaged of America, of whatever colour, than Obama ever did in two terms – the scale of economic growth under Trump created so many jobs for the previously disadvantaged that those taking the jobs were lifted out of their penury and brought into mainstream society with real dollars to spend how they wanted. That’s the only way true advancement ever happens, you can have as many demos, commissions, reports and positive discriminations as you want, none of it will ever change a jot without the accompanying wealth from real job-creation. Put regular earned-money into people’s pockets and their position and outlook improves – t’was ever thus.
Of course, those creating and leading the various band-wagon campaigns don’t actually want the problem to be solved at all because, once it is, then their whole reason to exist, and the profile that goes with it, evaporates – for example, what’s Jesse Jackson without the race issue but a vacuous windbag. Our hero, Mr Orwell, clearly worked this out and sought to express this realisation in his various writings. Sadly, one side of this equation isn’t ever interested in hearing any opposing view, it’s their view or nothing. Therein lies the discord which further alienates the equalists amongst us, who remain probably the unheard majority.
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I’ve just been re-watching (amongst many other things on DVD, as recent posts will testify) Anthony Newley’s surreal early 60s series, ‘The Strange World of Gurney Slade’. The character he plays is self-aware to the point where he acknowledges he is a work of fiction and steps out of a conventional sitcom to wander into the real world, which he remakes in his own image. I can’t help but update and attach the premise to some of those who have ‘taken to the streets’ of late. At home all day with nothing to do for three months but inhabit Twitter-land and they then become their Twitter characters. They step out of their Smartphones and behave in real life as they do on Twitter, bringing all that foaming-at-the-mouth insanity into reality. Most people don’t behave that way in real life, though few would know that from a cursory glance at the MSM.
Interesting parallel, we’re seeing the birth of the Twit-demo, in more ways than one.
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A former work colleague of mine I haven’t seen in twelve years posted a little video on her FB account the other day bearing the legend “If someone doesn’t understand privilege, show them this video.” It came across as inflammatory and amusing in equal measure – the latter because it ultimately seemed to suggest that “privilege” is dependent on coming from a financially comfortable background (duh!) and a stable family life complete with a present father figure, which seemed to play to every ugly stereotype about the difference between black and white in an ultimately doomed effort to redress some kind of balance. They even threw in a bit about black people being good at sports for good measure! I do sometimes wonder how many of the FB friends I started with I’m actually still following, since political warblings and virtue signalling quickly put me off being interested in whatever else they’re up to…
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I know exactly what you mean. At one time, I’d use FB as a platform to air my thoughts on whatever I was feeling re current events, but I went into retreat in June 2016. The day after the Referendum, collective madness seemed to infect people whose opinions and beliefs I’d previously been in synch with. I tend to be more of a bemused observer on there now rather than a participant. The last thing I posted was a couple of weeks back when Steve Priest from the Sweet died; I chose a pic of him from TOTP, where he’s in full Nazi regalia (including visible Swastika) and full makeup. I got one ‘like’ and no comments, probably because it appeared I was mocking both the trans community and endorsing fascism.
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