Category: Politics

In Retrospect

Never forget, Never forgive, Never again!

No pleasant read, this, no more pleasant than it was for me to write.

I’ve written very little about the “Coronaphobia Episode” during the history of the 21st century, at least in long form. I’ve written countless tweets on the matter and, to be fair, there’s probably been more written on the topic than any other in all of human history. There again, there’s never been a more calamitous example of human folly in all that time.

There’s a desire amongst the majority, I suspect, to just move on, to put it all behind us. Nowhere is that more keenly felt than amongst politicians across the western world (excluding Sweden), the meeja who promulgated and promoted their propaganda, those who publicly wished all the unvaccinated a painful death and “public health officials” eager to distance themselves from their ethical abandonment.

I feel no such desire. In an ideal world, I’d like them all hunted down and shot – or hanged. I don’t much mind which as long as it gets as much global news coverage as did their earlier malevolence.

I know that will shock or offend some but I make no apology and there is good precedent. Humanity does not need these egotistical ignoramuses in any position of power or authority, ever again. Thinking aloud, I suppose the logical conclusion of what I’ve just written, if it please the faint hearted, would be to simply ban them from ever holding such a position in the future. But it’s impractical to enforce and, in any event, when it comes to accountability I’m a great advocate of retribution.

The mantra I will take to my grave, sooner or later:

Never forget, Never forgive, Never again

I said there was precedent. My mantra bears a striking resemblance to the calls made after (and ever since) the last great psychosis, that of the mid 20th Century. Some will shrivel at the parallel but I can think of no closer equivalence.

Growing up in post-war Britain, these questions pervaded.

How could this happen?

How could they (the German public) not know?

How did ordinary people become so dehumanised?

How were the educated ones, the scientists, the academics, fooled into going along with it?

Why did no one speak up?

We all know of which I speak and I also know, using my sensitive, Jewish, New Yorker wife as a touchstone that she and many of similar culture will think me quite mad and grossly offensive for equating the two. But I’m absolutely right to do so.

The Jewish People have taken an understandably proprietary ownership of the Holocaust and who can blame them. Not only were they the greatest victims by number, the roots of the discrimination and enmity that led to those events run deep and long through European history.

I have a different perspective, however. For me it’s not an issue of faith, culture or heritage. It’s an issue of power and control. It’s an exemplary lesson in the manipulation and perversion of good people to do something unimaginable, by malevolent forces bent on an objective that no civilised society would ever submit to, absent those manipulations. In short, good people and bad of all faiths, cultures and nationalities are equally capable of such deception and acquiescence.

As I said, these questions have overshadowed my entire life. I long ago thought I’d pretty much worked it out. Watching the unfolding propaganda of the “Falklands Conflict”, then two Gulf Wars, sealed my belief, yet still I clung to the faith that it couldn’t happen now, not in modern, progressive times like these.

As Prof John Gray maintains, however, there is no such thing as progress, not in the arena of Human relations, societies. No upward graph of progress here, just a roller coaster rising and falling with the events of the times.

With all of this experience and aforethought, nothing prepared me for Coronaphobia. How could this happen? How could they not know? How did ordinary people become so dehumanised? How were the educated ones, the scientists, the academics, fooled into going along with it? Why did no one speak up?

Well, now we know. Or, at least, those of us who’ve been paying attention knew all along, many others are or will soon catch up as more facts emerge into mainstream media, facts that were always painfully evident but constantly denied, labelled as misinformation and those who revealed them as anti-vaxers, domestic terrorists and far-right extremists. All part of the century old script.

As John Mills famously said: “Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends, than that good men should look on and do nothing.”

I can’t imagine Mills was overlooking the other essential component, that the vast mass of the people were gullible enough to be influenced by either, he just felt that was taken for granted.

There’s a school of forgiveness at large that pleads on behalf of the “bad men”: They’re not really bad, they did what they thought was right, based on the evidence they had. Wrong. That’s exactly the absolution that every member of the public is entitled to, for going along with the crowd. I don’t like it but I accept the inevitability of it. That cannot be extended to the central actors: media, politicians, doctors, academics. These people are in their positions because they claimed the right to be so, they claimed authority, intelligence, ethics, expertise, impartiality. They clung to their authority whilst jettisoning every other moral or intellectual vestige of the rest. They rewrote every rule in the book, hundreds and thousands of years of learning, abandoned. They hid their cynical smiles behind something called “The Science”. Dictionaries are too analogue for the now, we’re progressive and words mean whatever we want them to mean, like “man” or “woman” or “race”.

There is rarely someone we can call “a bad man”, they don’t see themselves as bad, we judge them in retrospect, based on their actions. Like all of us, we’re simultaneously capable of good and bad so what separates us? Those that do bad from those that don’t? Well, for most of us, we have very little authority over others. Perhaps our spouse or our children, but limited. Perhaps the children in a teacher’s class, perhaps the parked cars we are policing. The people I care about, the ones under discussion here, hold sway over millions, with absolute power and authority – as has just, conveniently, been proved in the biggest social experiment in history. We lost. We will keep on losing and now they know it.

So they come to their position having some conviction that they do so to improve the lives of others, to give something back, or so I’m told. The more the Emperor’s lack of apparel is revealed the more I’m forced to wonder if any of that was ever true, at least in any altruistic sense. Could that not be the facade their conscience creates to cloak their real greed for advancement, advantage, money, power, recognition, egoism?

I’m afraid that is now my settled conviction. I hear nurses striking for more pay, claiming it’s to save the NHS, postal workers saying it’s to protect a precious public service, there is no immunity to self-delusion, least not one that separates them from us.

Our brains are oh so clever! They have a mission, to keep us alive, fit and free from anything that could harm us, such as our conscience. It’s a mission doomed to ultimate failure but pursued doggedly and without let or hindrance. Anything the conscience finds uncomfortable, the cerebrum will gild with flowers and intoxicating perfume, the bad smell to stifle. We have all experienced it, both in others as in ourselves.

We are herd animals, imbued with an innate, protective survival instinct that drives all others, all decisions conscious and unconscious. Conscience may moderate if ethics triumph but the person, body and soul, must be protected above all else. Ethics are negotiable.

We want to be loved, not least by our selves. We don’t want to be vilified, especially by our selves. We don’t want to become unelected and lose every glory we had fought for. We fiercely protect our status, the respect and position we have earned. We are willing to sacrifice almost anything (ethics, morals, friends, family, anything) just as long as we can create a pleasant enough, barely believable and thick enough cloak with which to disguise the disgust we would otherwise feel for our own person.

And so, it happens…

First there is concern, something is happening, we get wrapped up in the excitement. It gets reported and it seems shocking. The clamour grows and now there’s genuine fear. We have to take action, we have to be seen to care, to be dutiful, to earn our keep, to issue messages of assuagence, to make plans, to prepare…..

It’s exciting. It’s novel. One assumes a level of importance in one’s role that was previously all but ignored. We get carried away. There’s much chatter, opinions abound, one seeks comfort in the most authoritative source that feels reassuringly generally held.

And so it begins…..

Confession is good for the soul but not for one’s career. First, of course, one would need to recognise one’s error. That cloak is thick, barely penetrable. The longer the position persists, the more intractable a retraction, a volte face. Lies get built upon mistakes, till every issue looks like a nail to your protective hammer. The delusion is stealthy, it is powerful, it eventually becomes all embracing. Anyone who even suggests an alternate perspective indeed any suggestion that runs contrary to the herd narrative is attacked, viciously and mercilessly.

We watched this unfold, all of us. It was not a subliminal advert on our TV screens, it was a sustained, multifaceted assault that continued unabated for over two years and still rumbles on. What is left of surprise to me is that any of us managed to protect ourselves sufficiently, and not succumb, unlike the majority.

There will be some reading this who genuinely won’t understand what I’m saying, others who will brand me mad or conspiratorial. Water off a duck’s back but for them, lest they still claim ignorance, I will spell out the atrocities:

1. We, the west and in particular the US, funded the development of a Frankenstein virus. We wrote the genetic code, patented it and outsourced production to ill-prepared, inexperienced staff working from insecure premises in Wuhan, China. That was a series of crimes specifically aimed at humanity. Then we lied about every single detail.

2. Western governments colluded, both in this and what followed, against the interests of the very people they were paid and entrusted to protect.

3. Human beings, citizens, subjects, were forcibly locked in their own homes. They were denied freedom of movement, of travel, of assembly, of association. Rights won at great cost over centuries.

4. Children were subjected to some of the most grotesque abuse I’ve ever witnessed, including social and sensory deprivation not to mention medical experimentation.

5. Elderly folk were incarcerated in infested, infected premises, medical care withdrawn, banned from associating with their loved ones, even in their final days.

6. Anyone who dared speak out was cancelled, vilified, ostracised or sacked – regardless their credentials or the voracity of their facts.

7. The entire global economy was shut down as if it could be switched back on, at will, like a lightbulb. The costs of that action, in money and lives, will be felt for decades.

8. A very large percentage of the western population now consist of cells trained to emit a pathogen throughout their bodies which has ‘unknown’ capacity for harm. That is to say, we’re aware of many of the harms, just not all of them.

9. Anti-terrorism tactics, fearmongering, incarceration, control, dictatorial, authoritarian rule, police brutality and stupidity, courts of law and prisons, all the weapons of the State, were brought to bear against their own citizens in pursuit of this neurosis.

10. Millions of people had the doors slammed in their faces when they tried to seek healthcare. Millions wait for operations, or for a now terminal diagnosis. The repercussions will reverberate for decades.

And why? All for what?

To “save” us from a Frankenstein virus of their own creation, as similar to influenza as makes no difference either in its severity, symptoms, susceptibility or survivability.

The infection fatality rate for flu is approximately 0.2%, at the high end of estimates, about the same as Covid. Luckily if you’re <75 y/o, it’s a tiny fraction of that.

The average life expectancy in the UK is 80.9 years. The average age of death for those “where Covid was mentioned “, whether in passing or otherwise was, wait for it: 82 years. Covid is, apparently, an elixir of life.

For this we gave up every freedom we possess. We dressed in stupid masks, some even donned plastic bags over their heads, or their entire bodies. People stood on marked spots on the floor and followed one-way arrows around foodstores. Women meeting up in the park for a walk were arrested for daring to bring coffee. Protesters were beaten mercilessly whilst the dumb coppers got down on one knee at protests organised by left-wing lunatic members of a BLM Ponzi scam in honour of a genuine bad man, one Floyd somethingorother, as the little grunts defaced statues of Churchill, Bomber Command and others. Churchill, the man who singularly spared these same plebs from German parentage.

The true list of affronts to civilisation is long indeed, far longer than anyone has time to read, though I think I’ve read most of it over the last three years. I carry the emotional scars forever.

We’re told we must forgive them “for they knew not what they did”, I don’t care one jot. If they didn’t know what they were doing was wrong, they were singularly unqualified for their job.

We’re told “they based their decisions on the information available at the time”. Well so did I and many like me and that same information spoke clearly to me as far back as Jan/Feb 2020, a month or two before I caught the airborne respiratory virus myself, a coronavirus much like those that can cause the common cold and made worse by human engineering to which our immune systems were unaccustomed.

So to return to my core theme. Approximately seven million people are deemed to have died, globally from Covid. Near as makes no difference to the number the Germans, under Hitler, exterminated in concentration camps after incarcerating them, having already stripped them of their rights, their humility, their respect, their jobs, their old people, their sick people, their health and their possessions. Sound familiar? No? Really? Then I have no more words.

Some tell us, they were just following orders. Well, what do you know? As Christine said from the witness box, “Well they would say that, wouldn’t they?” And as everyone said at Nuremberg, we don’t give a flying fuck, you should have said NO!

Footnote:

This little snippet from the Matt Hancock memoir “The Pandemic Diaries” sums up the panic, callousness, stupidity and ignorance of very ordinary people driven by fear and false motivations.

Talking of the NHS planning what to do with cancer patients:

“It was feared chemotherapy would make them more vulnerable to the disease, so hospitals were supposed to switch to radiotherapy. It now transpires they didn’t have the necessary kit.”

To a layman this sounds odd, to anyone familiar with cancer, it sounds criminal.

Immigration

face-screaming-in-fearImmigration.  There, I said it.

Surely one of the top ten most inflammatory words in the English language or, indeed, in any language it’s translated to.  Merely to utter the word is to be accused of racism, whatever that is, whatever people think it is.

There are many entire books written on the subject, there are innumerable articles for every perspective.  Personally, I subscribe to the concept of one race, the human race.  As a gardener I’m very well acquainted with familial variations and similarities both of the genus and its variants.  I can only view human beings in the same way.  One genus, one “race”, a word coined specifically to identify the human genus and later adopted for pseudo-scientific and political purposes.  Indeed, with our relatively advanced understanding of genetic science (a word derived, fairly obviously, from the same root as genus), DNA, phenotypes and genotypes, one could say it has now become part of mainstream science.  That’s a shame, giving the word a false importance in the hands of the wrong-minded. Having now entered the realm of establishment science it is thus with us, probably forever.

‘Race’ is actually only about “other”, nothing more.  It’s a word that is used for political and social manipulation and readily adopted by those looking for a way of expressing hatred for their own neighbours.  Do sentient beings *actually believe* that those with a different skin colour, nose, hair, whatever are somehow a sub-species?  Yeah, some do, but the rest of us encourage that to gestate and to mature, every time we buy into the word’s use in this context.

Let’s see if I can find any common ground with my reader.  It is patently true that people, whose appearance separates them out from other people, have genes that demonstrate their geographic origins that we can now identify and whose movement across the globe through history, we can map with significant accuracy.  Genes, we know, adapt through evolution, as a result of the environment in which the organism exists.  Cross-fertilisation, cross-breeding and the processes of evolution themselves cause mutations/variations to occur over time.  Does any serious thinker believe that any one of these variants is any less human than another?  Less humanitarian?  Less intelligent?  If you’re one of those, please don’t read any further as I’d feel tainted by the thought.

There are of course substantial differences in human beings from different regions of the earth, different countries even. Not just in appearance, in perspective, in attitudes, in practices but these are entirely cultural and have nothing to do with genetics, nothing whatsoever.

Ultimately, human beings are tribal and we are tribal for good reason.  Recognising that we are tribal is the beginning of an understanding of difference, of other.  We are referred to as social beings but many animals could be described that way because, for most of them, the genetic drivers are the same: survival.

We associate with our families and are ultimately protective of them.  Survival.  We associate with other families that we come to know, who seem to share common purpose and values.  We form societies based on various concepts (be they behavioural, geographical, political, organised by belief structures) or common interest.  Survival.

We can all think of such structures, from the extended family, to the village.  From the bridge club, to the football team.  From a religious faith, to a political party.  Our life is made up of a series of tribal/familial bonds with others who share similarities, of one kind or another.  We are naturally cautious of other.  Other, historically, has tended to be a portent of doom.  Of invasion, of subjugation, of violence, theft, rape and death.  Our genes are locked into recognition of other and of erecting protective strategies in defence of our tribe, of ourselves.  Luckily, it’s not our inclination to socialise that brings us together, it’s our common defence, of which socialisation is a tool, as it is for almost all animals.  What gives us the edge over those other animals, what offers the possibility of finding ways to overcome our fear of other, without surrendering our common or even personal defence, of thereby being able to harness and exploit other, for the betterment of our race, is our sentience, our ability to rationalise.  As a sentient, rational human being, I know that there is no earthly reason why the colour of my neighbour’s skin, eyes or hair, the length of his nose or the language that he speaks, should, of itself, pose any threat to me or my family.  Were that this was all we had to address but sadly, it’s not.

We rarely exist in one tribe, these days, as once we did.  In the past, everyone in our tribe looked like us, spoke like us, pretty much shared the same cultural views as us.  Naturally, being human, we are an inventive bunch.  We have invented plenty of divisions within each tribe such as class, gender, physical prowess, wealth and so on.  Being competitive creatures we can use this for sport and entertainment but, inevitably, it turns into distinction, identification, separation, other.  We hardly needed any external other to feed our innate s but that external “other” is orders of magnitude more threatening than anything we could create for ourselves.

Today, few societies in the west exist in such an homogeneous tribe but some smaller, constituent parts do, some towns and villages very much do.  Some whole countries do.  If we were for a moment to agree that a more enlightened, sentient acceptance of other is a good and beneficial thing to strive for, then we must agree to consider how *best* this could be achieved.  I would make the suggestion that forcing those communities, those societies to adapt by thrusting “other” upon them rapidly, in substantial numbers and without carefully thinking through of the wide ramifications that will impinge on their established and relatively undisturbed way of life, is perhaps not up there in any definition of “best” that most of us could recognise.

In short, immigration has been botched.  Both the indigenous populations and the immigrants themselves, have been very poorly served by their hapless leaders and by the structures of authority.  The damage that has been done will take decades or generations to put right and no amount of authoritarian reaction or “liberal” heart-bleeding will help.  Communities have been damaged, cohesion has been damaged, the dream of cultural integration has been, potentially, fatally wounded.

Human beings have big hearts.  Human beings recognise humanity, they recognise their brothers and sisters in different skins and with their many different tongues.  But appearing to take someone’s job, their home, their livelihood, is about as close as it gets to confirming the genetic fear of rape and pillage.  When some of those “other” human beings form themselves into gangs that systematically and purposefully, set about actually targeting and raping the children of their host nation, we have a problem.  When all the structures of authority, designed to protect society against such things collude, through fear of nothing worse than being branded racist, we have a problem.  When “the system” allows such things to carry on year after awful year, with hundreds, even thousands of young girls being raped and abandoned, we have a problem.  When we are no longer allowed to call a spade a spade, we have a problem.  When our elected politicians are hounded and forced from office for having the temerity to speak the truth on such matters, boy do we have a problem.

You might notice that I skipped over the deployment of terrorist atrocities within the host nation.  I chose instead this example of ‘tension’ in our communities, to use a consciously downplayed adjective.  Terrorism, which some would hold as clear-cut, simple and readily condemned, is potentially defensible in the minds of some.  One man’s terrorist is another’s freedom fighter.  However deluded the individual may be, there is always some tortured justification that can be conjured in his own defence.  One woman’s rapist, however, is a rapist to all men and women.  One man’s paedophile is everyone’s paedophile.  There’s no possible room for ambiguity, for justification, for defence.  This is the worst possible crime that any guest could perform in the home of their host.

Most of us get that not all Pakistani Muslim men are rapists and paedophiles.  Most of us also get that such perverted cultural and religious beliefs did nothing to stand in the way of these atrocious crimes.  Not all of us believe that, were similar occurrences to arise again – assuming of course that they’ve stopped – that our government and its institutions would behave any differently.  Personally, I am fully expecting to discover that individuals in positions of authority, did more than turn a blind eye but may also have profited and/or partaken for themselves.  Human beings are as capable of the grossest acts of indecency, wherever they originate, as they are of the most glorious acts of selflessness and humanity.  What protects us, we all know, is our culture.

Culture is formed by society, by the base constituency that inhabits the tribal domain.  We bring our children up, hopefully, steeped in that culture.  We create laws and structures to express what we believe to be acceptable behaviour in that society and we trust one another, for the most part, to be imbued with a greater or lesser degree of similar culture.  Adults do not arrive fully formed into our culture.  They arrive inculcated with their own and the fact that it is not our culture does not make it bad or wrong, as a whole.  It does inevitably mean, however, that it’s different and how great that difference is determines the scale of the challenge. If we believe our culture is reasonably well constructed, reasonably representative of the values and behaviours that we believe to be acceptable, if we believe it takes some eighteen years to fully educate our children in such ways, then we should expect to take a little time to assist those from other cultures to assimilate into ours.

I’m not suggesting that Pakistani society dictates that it’s okay to form gangs and rape young, vulnerable women on an industrial scale.  I do know that they have some pretty strange notions, though.  Stoning a girl to death for being raped, being one such anachronism.  You get the picture.  When an adult male arrives in this country, inculcated with such aberrant notions, it’s going to take some gentle and prolonged absorption in our culture before that prejudice mutates.  One could make such a case for a very long list of cultural differences amongst the populations of the world’s countries.

I, of course, choose the hard case to illustrate my point.  The hard cases are the most difficult to address and are the ones that will sink deeply into the psyche of the host population, proving all the more difficult to erase.  They are the ones it is easy and obvious upon which to gain consensus but there are a plethora of other, sometimes subtle issues, sometimes not so subtle.  This week, a headline appeared suggesting that a young “christian” (read non-muslim) child was placed into the foster care of a devout muslim family.  Pictures of a woman cloaked from head to toe in black garb, rather foreign to the western taste, accompanied the “horror story” which suggested the child will have to learn Arabic and to recite the Kor’an.  I’ve no idea how much truth (or mitigating factors) there is in the story but if there is any truth at all then it is a symptom of an authority that has no understanding of society, whatsoever.  It would provoke the same reaction as an article, featuring pictures of “Strange Fruit”, published in a Mississippi chronicle, alongside the headline “They’re coming for you!”.

Newly arrived immigrants to any country, face a range of challenges which vary in intensity, in direct proportion to the difference in cultures between theirs and their host country.  A black face in a culture which is predominantly black, raises less obvious appearance of “other”.  Some seem to think that’s all it takes to assimilate but ask any black African and he will tell you that the language that immigrant speaks, his dialect, his facial appearance, even his name, all these things label him as “other” and may to a greater or lesser degree colour the extent of the challenge he faces, in his path to integration and acceptance.  Make that a black face in a culture that is predominantly white and the scale of that challenge escalates dramatically.  Hopefully, no one is asking themselves “Why?” but just on the off chance, lets delve a little.  This could get a little hairy.

If I call a fat, black man a “black bastard”, I will be accused of racism.  If I call him a “fat bastard”, I probably won’t.  Go figure?  If I call him a “fat, black bastard”, I think I’m back in the racist camp, why?  If he wore glasses and had red hair (shock horror but it happens) then I could call him a “Fat, four-eyed, ginger bastard” and I’d be ‘okay’ but if I bring the word black back into that list, racist.  Could it be that I’m just being abusive and that as in most forms of abuse the person’s most obvious characteristics are the ones we choose to belittle so as to cause the greatest possible reaction/offence?  Correct.  Abuse is abuse and there is no need for any sub-species of abuse as there is no need for it in human beings.  Racist abuse, fatist abuse, hair abuse, spectacle abuse, it’s all just *abuse*.  It’s all offensive, it’s meant to be and for that reason, it’s just not pleasant or polite.

All of this simply reflects the unpleasant nature of human discourse by certain people, in certain situations.  It’s no different, and no less unpleasant, than the abuse delivered by a Rangers’ fan at a Celtic fan, by one boxing protagonist at another, it happens all the time in every walk of life.  It is not racism.  It is abuse. It is used by feminists and misogynists, by warring nations and Anti-Fascist “protesters”.  It’s very unpleasant.  It is not a crime.  Abuse could be deemed common assault.  It is certainly not a special category of crime, worthy of the pronoun “hate”.  We are debasing our language.  Let’s keep it simple and unadulterated.

If a bunch of thugs wants to march through the streets, shouting abuse at any particular group within our society, or indeed without, then I would cheerfully see them all rounded up and charged with being thoroughly unpleasant.  For this indiscretion, the penalty would be community service, performing good deeds for the very group they have insulted.  In the process, they might learn a little about their target group and lessen their ignorance.  I would not want to see such things designated as a “hate crime” with all the Orwellian connotations of the term.

If this same group is set upon by a bunch of masked, middle-class gangsters, beating individuals into a coma with placards emblazoned “NO MORE HATE” then please arrest them and have them charged as appropriate with Actual or Grievous Bodily Harm and make the parents pay a substantial fine whilst attending remedial parenting courses.  Folks, there is no rocket science in any of this, there’s just politically and ignorantly motivated hysteria that confuses us into thinking there has been some enormous, evolutionary jump backwards.  None of this is new, aside from the stupid words we use.  It is all evidence of the fact that “progressive societies” are no such thing.

So, back to immigration and to this much misunderstood, grossly over used and abused term “multiculturalism”.  I’ll leave you each to find your preferred definitions online but don’t blame me if you come away none the wiser.  For me, multiculturalism is an anachronism.  I view it as the opposite of integration and thereby an enormous mistake.  It’s very ambiguity is an intentional confusion foist upon the world.  On one reading, it is the goal that each nation should welcome distinctly separate cultures, to be continued and celebrated, amongst and beside diverse immigrant groups within a single host nation.  The easiest way to see it is in the modern American concept of prefixing all Americans with their sub-species as in: ‘African American’, ‘Italian American’, ‘Irish American’, etc.  ‘Native American’, not so much anymore, ‘Jewish American’, never really caught on.  Jews prefer to be called either Jews or Americans. Good for them.  I think the social-engineering consultants picture quaint little festivities, ostensibly exhibiting the supposed culture of each sub-species, whilst dressing in native costume, singing rather silly, ancient folk songs in a language no-one understands whilst stuffing themselves with salmonella-infested replicas of the peasant food of their homeland.

Here’s a thing though.  There are some 200 separate countries around the world.  Each one of them would claim at least one national culture, some of them many more.  Every immigrant came from one of these countries to his chosen (or not) host country, generally to “make a better life” for themselves and/or their children.  Their motivations may be exploitation, may be to escape war or persecution aka security but, in all cases, they see the host country as offering something their previous country does not.  So, I’ve got a radical idea.  If you prefer the culture of your country of origin, stay there.  If you prefer that of your host, move there and integrate with it.  If you yearn for your home culture and hope to return to it someday, do your hosts the courtesy of trying to fit in whilst you remain their guest.

I say this as much to white European and other ‘colonial’ “expats” in the Middle-East and Africa as I say it to Jews, Muslims, brown, black, Asian, African, eastern peoples in Western Europe or America/Canada/wherever.  To everyone equally.  If you want to put on a play or other display of art or culture for the education and enjoyment of your host, please feel free.  But please, try to integrate with your host, don’t ghettoise yourselves, don’t demand separate schooling or places of “worship”, separate structures of law and justice.  If you want to live in a Sharia country, Pakistan and others will provide for you.  If you want French to be the national language, move to France.  If you want your child to spend their life in religious supplication to Mohammed, there are many Muslim countries from which to choose, not all of them completely barbaric.  If you want your neighbour to respect your observation of the Sabbath, Israel is probably the place for you.

If you recognise that such arcane practices are what brought you to your host country in the first place, or even if you don’t but still want to obtain of all the benefits of your host country then, for heaven’s sake, INTEGRATE!

I could fill pages with anecdotes but I’ll let this one suffice.  Thirty years or so ago, I was attending some cocktail function that Barclays Bank had thrown and, presumably, they wanted to sell me something, I don’t recall.  I very much recall though, the Tanzanian guy I met there, the only black face in the room, and with whom I enjoyed ten minutes or so of conversation.  I asked him where he lived, he was clearly well educated and his English was very good and whilst many of his compatriots speak English it’s rare to hear it this anglicised, with someone not actually living here.  I assumed therefor that he lived somewhere in England.  “In the Isle of Man”, he replied.  I was more than surprised, I was actually worried for him.  The Isle of Man was/is, shall we say, not known for its progressive liberal politics and I imagined a black face in the late eighties to be something of a rarity there.  “Um, how do you, err, find it there?”, I enquired, trying desperately to allow lines to be read between.  “It’s wonderful!”, he declared. “I’m something of a celebrity on the island.  Everyone wants to be seen with me, I get invited to all the best functions, it really couldn’t be better!”.  “Are there many black people on the island?”, I asked.  “Oh no”, he countered emphatically, in case I had any lingering doubts, “I’m the only one!”.

That, right there, tells you everything you need to know about tribalism, discrimination, integration, oh and an early version of what we now call ‘virtue signalling’.  “I’m not a racist, look, I have a black guest at my soiree.  I’m so cool, ice wouldn’t melt.”.  Nobody minds one immigrant but at some point there’s a variable number that becomes ‘an army’, ‘an invasion’, ‘a flood’.  One is a celebrity, two is probably just a way of more soirees having a black guest in their number but three?  Maybe three is too many for one small, rather insular island, who can say?  One strange African face was never going to threaten an entire community, especially when that one spoke like them, understood their culture and was so highly prized and sought after.  There comes a point though where one more is one too many or too fast or too much ‘other’.  Numbers are important, speed of arrival of numbers is also important.  Assimilation or integration is crucial.  If we want, as I do, to live in a society that is tolerant of all its members, regardless of colour, ethnicity, origin, indeed effectually blind to such things, then culture is the magic glue that will bind us.  It will dispel fear and ensure faith and unity.  To suggest, to even hint at the concept that separate, disparate and rigidly maintained cultures can exist cohesively as one nation state is, at our current level of evolution, a very dangerous pipe-dream.

The children of immigrants and even more, the grandchildren, these are our future and “good immigrants” (hold that thought) have no other goal for their children than that they should grow up in the culture of the parents’ chosen host, indivisible from the society that surrounds them.  So, what’s a “good immigrant”, then.  Essentially, just as I portrayed them.  They are people who have, either by force of unpleasant circumstance or by choice, migrated to another country which provided them with an opportunity for life, security, safety and prosperity in return for honesty, diligence and respect for the laws and customs, the culture of that host nation.  They don’t have to be perfect, few humans are ever likely to be, and no migrant is likely to be any more perfect than the indigenous population.

No-one is asking that they erase all memory of their country of origin, of the culture of their forefathers.  Tales will be told at home by the old folk, handed down through generations.  Societies and clubs will be formed to celebrate aspects of their culture that are worthy of preservation.  Language and art, history and folklore, all these things are worthy.  Restaurants will add diversity of cuisine, theatre will shine a light on movement and expression. They are all the stuff of humanity, of this incredible species, this genius.

So, what now?  A country like the UK, has stored up many problems for itself that will take many years to resolve, a generation or two at least to put right but if we are to achieve even that, our government and our institutions have to effect radical change.  We have to draw lines.  We have to recognise that we have made many huge and catastrophic mistakes.  We have to do things differently, better.  The recent report by the All Party Parliamentary Group on Social Integration, entitled: INTEGRATION NOT DEMONISATION, is a welcome start but I fear that hapless politicians are never actually going to get this right.  The thrust of the report is still, “We know what’s good for you, stop griping about immigration whilst we tweak things around the edges to make us feel superior about ourselves.”.  The full report is available at http://d3n8a8pro7vhmx.cloudfront.net/themes/570513f1b504f500db000001/attachments/original/1503672973/TC0016_AAPG_Integration_not_Demonisation_Report_1-Page_view.pdf?1503672973

It’s not as if this is a rarity.  There have been many reports and debates in all sorts of government-led forums as well as in and by other interested groups and organisations.  It’s not that there isn’t recognition of a problem, it isn’t that it isn’t talked about but there’s scant sign of anyone willing to stand up and spout home truths.  As we’ve proved, time after time, those that do are politely asked to impale themselves on their sword and never to show their face again in public.

Let’s talk truths.  Around two hundred years ago there were a little over one billion souls on this earth.  One hundred years later there were more than 2 billion.  Today that number is estimated at 7.5 billion and we’re due to hit ten billion in around thirty years time.  Notice how population growth slipped off the public radar in the last forty years?  A very large proportion of those ten billion, will be living in countries with governments and economies much less stable than our own – and with a climate much less temperate.  Whether by virtue of poverty, war or climate change, there is destined to be a large number who are determined to beat a path to our door in search of that “better life” or possibly just an innate desire to survive.  We are an archipelago of a little under seventy million inhabitants and we are quite crowded, as things stand.  If we doubled our population, by taking in another 70 million, we wouldn’t make the teensiest dent in the numbers wanting to come here but we would make the country we know and love, totally uninhabitable in any way that any of us, alive today, could conceive.

What to do?  Well, it’s been four years now since James Lovelock, the Granddaddy of the Environmentalist/Green movement, stunned his faithful by recanting their philosophy.  In January of 2013 he said: “I am an environmentalist and founder member of the Greens but I bow my head in shame at the thought that our original good intentions should have been so misunderstood and misapplied. We never intended a fundamentalist Green movement that rejected all energy sources other than renewable, nor did we expect the Greens to cast aside our priceless ecological heritage because of their failure to understand that the needs of the Earth are not separable from human needs. We need take care that the spinning windmills do not become like the statues on Easter Island, monuments of a failed civilisation.”

He went on in related passages to describe what amounted to “hoards” of peoples from the equatorial south, beating a path to our door, in search of dry land as much as anything.  The environmentalists quickly organised a symposium of the great and the good to debate this revelation and to discuss what could be done, given this new-found wisdom.  Predictably, this being England, discussion focused mainly on, “Where will they go to school? Can the sewers cope? What about the NHS, do we need to build more hospitals?”.  No, you muppets, you missed the point.  What Lovelock was implying is that if you plan on surviving, on continuing to simply exist, then you need to build defences, walls, fortifications, you need to turn these islands into a self-sufficient fortress.  Not a pleasant thought, right?  Of course, we won’t.  It would be frowned upon, don’t you know, as is any act of survival, these days.  “Petty nationalism”, “racism”, “fascism”, “isolationism”, every epithet of “liberal” abuse would be heaped upon any such suggestion – as I risk here.  Well, I hope my Grandchildren don’t have to pay the price for such high-minded idealism but I fear they will.  How merciful that I won’t be around to witness it.

Tackling immigration?  The ideal placement of deck-chairs on a well-known and long-since-submerged, ocean-going liner, spring to mind.