TheGrimSqueaker wrote:RogerOThornhill wrote:TheGrimSqueaker wrote:
I'd like to think that, but I'm finding it increasingly difficult to believe.
BTL at the DT was taken over by Kippers a long while ago - everyone else gets shouted down.
And BTL on the Guardian? And on Twitter? And, to be frank, on buses and trains? What those people BTL on the Telegraph are saying will resonate with many (far too many) people in this country; it is why Fallon made the comments he made earlier this week (at, I am sure, the behest of Crosby, dipping their toes in the water) and why this policy has been announced today.
On another matter. I've just peeped into Sparrow's blog for the first time in a few weeks; I'm unsurprised to see that he is not covering the Opposition Day debate, but does seem to be
inordinately concerned with why Labour has yet to respond to this Tory/BNP policy - so business as usual, cover the arse of the Government and undermine the opposition. So glad to see nothing has changed, means my decision to walk away was the correct one.
Reminds me of Yugoslavia. Things resonated there. Didn't make them true. Or right. These would be marginal opinions it they hadn't been whipped up from around 2006.
I'm fed up of the blaming and justification for what are essentially bigoted views.
THE way it's ok to use poppies to represent British deaths in a British war but not to include lives lost fighting for empire. Both my grandads were in that war in the same place, looking after British interests, they came from opposite sides of the world. A hundred years on we're still pursuing it.
These sour sad ideas were present when I was the only brown child in my school, when going to the shops was a minor version of the walk of shame, when my dad - who really hadn't expected it all because he believed in a modern equal world - would go tight lipped and grim when people he stopped to talk to would say of his children, aren't they dark, and got called nigger lover, when my lovely educated teacher mum would get hissed at by women at the school gate so she saw me to the crossing instead and I walked to school alone because though the children weren't kind the parents were much worse, and there would be a teacher at the gate - I never told her about the 'Chinese burns' I collected on the way. Before the influx of black people mid fifties. Before the Uganda crisis. Before rivers of blood. In fact this thinking split my fathers family in two. The grandfather and aunt who loved us all and who we adored as kids, and the grandmother, aunt and uncle who were sniffily condescending and outspokenly racist, and who we feared because they wanted to send us back like letters addressed to the wrong person. It was a while before we realised that the exotic 'home' mum talked about was the same as 'back'. In the mean time we felt like bad children, and didn't know why. When mum went to teach in the slums that used to exist here, in what later became Claire Shorts patch, we learned that other children had mums and dads who made them feel that way, which was puzzling, because they weren't brown and didn't get called the bad words we couldn't say, but there was a whole new vocabulary we were never to use, and the children were often spiteful to each other. Now formalised into morning tv shows.
It's an insular meanspiritedness that keeps people down, in their place, and ignorant. The 'I'm entitled to my opinion' thing, buying into racism, the 'no difference between them' view of politics, scroungers and fraudsters rubbish, disability hate, and lots of other barely believable tosh.
My childhood was lit thankfully, by the other side of Britishness. I'll always be mixed, have something of both worlds. People of mixed origin are the fastest growing group of people in the UK, there's way more of us than 'migrants' but we are included in the talley of 'migrants' even third and fourth gen people are when they're visibly different. FFS, reading the trollery about Ed shows how this works. Yet a few years ago lots of young people simply didn't see colour or difference as an issue.
TBH I thought for many years it was all but dead, just a minority thing, but there you go,it's alive and kicking, and doing so well that people are accepting it as a valid way to view the world, in parliament and politics, on screen, in writing......
It's just like Yugoslavia. It's like playing with fire.