Thursday, May 30, 2013

Someone Will Eventually Need Protecting from Somebody...

Fun with dear old Anjem Choudary.Waiting to sign on, before returning to his council house, earlier today

What I find quite bemusing, is that so many people have absolutely no grasp of history. Yes, this country has a quite marvellous tradition of accepting people from overseas - not unalloyed by predjudice and bigotry, granted, but nonetheless eventually accepting. This wasn't forced and coerced by law, it was a gradual - and dare I say it - organic process. It was imperfect, and took time, but the acceptance and tolerance engendered was all the more solid and durable through it's innate authenticity.

Then came the puppeteers of the political class and the professional social engineers, people who looked on the nation and decided that this was imperfect, and that by wielding the mechanisms of government and state that it could be not only perfected, but massively accelerated. I remember the Race Relations Act of 1976 (IIRC), and I remember the seething resentment it stirred up among working-class people at the time. Not because there was any concrete animus against immigrants, but because they were perceived to be receiving preferential treatment. Oh, there was racial abuse aplently, stupid stereotypical jokes and media portrayals to boot; but real violence? Active discrimination? Not really, certainly not in the North. Had that been the case, cities like Bradford, Leeds and Sheffield would have been unable to function.

Even my little corner of the world, the Scunthorpe of song and story, by no means a seething cosmopolitan metropolis was, by the late 1960's home to thriving communities of Asians, Poles and Ukrainians. All of whom rubbed along to one degree or another, maintaining their respective cultural identities while gradually integrating into the flow of British life. This is solely down to the fact that if you leave British people alone, they'll reach their own accommodations, in their own time. It's when this process is tampered with, that friction and tensions which never need be engendered, will occur.

I won't belabour the catastrophic and malign attempts to tamper with the national fabric from 1997 onward. It's been done to death, and moreover is a fait accompli. We are where we are.

However, there is now a backlash building, and the mechanisms of civil society seem wilfully blind to the fact, and as characterised by the tale to which I link, it's actions demonstrate that there is a crisis of understanding between the state and people. People don't understand why the state behaves as it does, and the state doesn't understand the mounting rage and frustration of the people.

I mentioned a lack of understanding of history, and my point is this. Tolerance compelled by law is no tolerance at all. It is a house of straw. Those who take advantage of our genuine tolerance, who sneer at our values, abuse our generosity and finally come to regard us as some species of lesser animal, ripe for slaughter and subjugation are stoking a whirlwind that may well blow that straw house away.

If that evil, awful day is allowed to dawn, there are people who may be sharply reminded of what merciless thoroughgoing bastards the British can be, when the whirlwinds blow.