Where to start? How about the disappearance of a nation? As the last of our beloved WWII veterans shuffle off this mortal coil, a part of each of them must be glad to go. This country bears no resemblance to that for which they fought; for which they were prepared to sacrifice their lives in the name of freedom. None would do so now. That was abundantly clear when, pre-election, the Tories alluded to the re-introduction of National Service. Those asked for their thoughts on the subject merely scoffed, for serving one’s country would require spirit, motivation and, more than anything, courage and altruism. Qualities of old, lost along with the generation who defined them.
As another riot is reported in Rotherham – the feral mob targeting the Holiday Inn, believed to be housing immigrants – the police are struggling to contain the violence. There is no containing it as brick-wielding thugs with a penchant for arson seize the opportunity to hi-jack the mood of a country consumed by anger and disgust following yet another mindless, brutal knife attack, this time resulting in the deaths of three little girls. A further five children and two adults remain in a critical condition … The catalyst for this spate of violent protests? The identity of the murderer. At first, mistakenly believed to be Muslim, Axel Rudakubana was, in fact, born in Cardiff, his parents originally from Rwanda. CCTV footage, prior to the attack, shows him pacing, dressed in the now obligatory hoodie – menacing in itself – in a bid to conceal his face. Yet another random, brutal knife attack on the innocent. No rhyme nor reason. An invisible template for evil or will the mental health card be played, yet again? That sinister image of Valdo Calocane is not easily erased from one’s mind.
Those who remember this country as it once was have had enough. The nation has been hi-jacked and racism pervades; colour aside as cultures collide. With no move to close our borders to illegal immigrants, mere lip-service offered to appease, Britain is a proverbial cauldron as multiculturalism spectacularly fails. As the traditionally white population is rapidly dwarfed, so, too, are the foundations upon which this country stood. The death of George Floyd on the 25th May, 2020 was the spark which lit the flame, prompting the birth of Black Lives Matter and a movement which set out to do just that: erase history. Vengeance for the past? Certainly, borne of anger, it merely spawned a different prejudice and a form of racism whose voice was prohibited. Once upon a time, a phrase was coined in relation to prejudice: the tyranny of tolerance. In the wake of the 25th May, 2020 and the birth of woke, much of Britain has been silenced; dared to speak. Desperately trying to protect our culture and traditions, we have become increasingly powerless. Here’s an analogy … I have written before of my dislike for the word ‘posh’. Harmless in itself, it is delivered in insult and, yet, never acknowledged as such. Freely used without repercussion. Its opposite number, the word ‘common’, however, would not be similarly accepted in description of another – and, what’s more, someone deemed posh would never use it. One rule for one … Trivial, perhaps, but pertinent nonetheless.
Black Girls Hike, Black Girl Swim, writing competitions for black people only, Black Out nights at the theatre, the list goes on. Swap black for white and there would be uproar! Instead of being criticised for deliberate exclusion, however, such clubs must be applauded. In the news coverage of the Southport atrocity and the identity of the perpetrator on ITV, Shehab Khan handed back to anchor, Charlene White … Diversity and inclusivity. Of course, but the word which has been lost is merit! Following the 25th May, 2020, there appeared a plethora of non-white broadcasters and journalists across the media. Earned or just filling a quota? Mere pawns in the game?
Who could forget Ngozi Fulani – real name, Marlene Headley – guilty of entrapment and the engineering of a situation which resulted in the enforced ‘resignation’ – and emotional trauma – of Lady Susan Hussey, a long-time valued and trusted friend of the late Queen? The furore which ensued in the name of racism. Guilty before innocent in a woke world which asks no questions, blinded by the colour of one’s skin. White privilege. Two words inextricably linked, apparently. An assumption borne of anger, rather; borne of envy. Learned hatred.
As the levels of immigration into this country, both legal and illegal, continue to rise there is neither curtailing nor coping. Multiculturalism has failed and there is no attempt at integration. The numbers are such that there is no need. The climate is such that no criticism is permitted. The tyranny of tolerance ever present. One need only witness the police bias toward the Pro-Palestine protests whose cries of hatred and genocide echoed in the streets. Free rein while Jews feared for their lives. Feared for their lives! This is Britain. The ‘Great’ long gone. Those who speak out are silenced in a tirade of abuse. Suella Braverman? She wrote of police bias and highlighted – as does Ben Habib, continually – the danger faced by a country which continues to welcome immigrants intent on upholding their own culture; no thought of integration. She was right. She was brave. She was not PC! She was forced to resign …
Britain. An increasingly lawless country felled by the historic Left and the tyranny of tolerance. Anyone who dares to criticise or speak up is labelled ‘Far Right’, a mere whisker away from Hitler and the Nazis! Oh, and while we’re at it, a given that they be anti-vaxxers, to boot! A two-tiered police force, selective in response, is the face of fear, corruption or something else? Something more sinister? In a country whose doors are open to all, that means open to all! No vetting, no security, just a ticking time bomb in a nation now unable to protect innocent little girls. What hope? Facial recognition, of course. Digital ID cards. All roads lead to Rome … Our only means of protection, only chance of keeping our children safe in this apology for a country which once was great. Step forward Sir Tony Blair! Sir David Blunkett. Put down your puppet. It’s all going to plan. China was never on my bucket list but seems we are all about to sample its delights at home. Jolly, jolly! I have long argued for the individual. Forget the colour of one’s skin, one’s religion, one’s culture, it’s the person that matters; every one of us unique. Unique means free-thinking, however; a mind of one’s own … What happened to the right to choose? Words which echo ever nearer. Ever present. Ode to Covid was penned almost four years ago. Never about the virus, always about freedom of choice; the individual. The red slippers …
‘The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.’
Friedrich Nietzsche
This is Trish, signing off.
