Biting the hand that feeds you

Royal Naval ship attacks a slaver 1808. Suppression of the trade proved very costly and dangerous. Will this sort of history soon be suppressed by white PC socialist elites ?

Author, Kazuo Ishiguro OBE FRSA FRSL, Order of the Rising Sun, Second Class, recent Nobel Prize winner, is now also a knight.

‘When I think back to when I arrived here,’ he told the BBC, ‘it was 1960. I was six years old…’

My hand moved towards the off button as I knew what was coming next; ‘after all the racism I’ve experienced, the Queen can stuff her award.’ Instead I heard: ‘The welcome I received was extraordinary. I’m proud of this award and proud of Britain.’

As he grew up in Guildford, I think we can almost read ‘England’ for ‘Britain,’ and after hearing nothing but hatred and contempt for this country for so long, his words were a complete surprise.

According to a You-Gov poll of 20,081 adults published last week, there is little pride in being from this country. Over half of eighteen to twenty- four- year olds said they were embarrassed to be English. In many London boroughs less than four in ten took pride in Englishness.

In Oxford, where seventy percent voted to remain in the EU, forty-five percent said they didn’t identify strongly as English. The university town is Labour, but being Left doesn’t automatically make people anti-English, we once had patriotic socialists, even Harold Wilson was close to the Queen. Things are different now because multi-culturalism is central to left wing ideology. Small countries may have their own identity, but not England because that connects us with the evils of Empire, slavery a.k.a racism.

The first evidence of this new racism, was perhaps 1972, when the BBC screened The British Empire, an interrogation of imperialism, thirteen hours long. It condemned British history in one massive sweep. Its most famous scene showing Indian rebels tied to mouths of English cannons.

‘It wasn’t all bad,’ my parents and their friends pleaded. But teenagers like me swallowed every word. The Empire became part of the generational fight as the young were successfully seduced by Soviet propaganda. My core History course at Stirling University was, ‘Economic Imperialism and the Third World.’

I went to live in the Eastern Bloc, decided I didn’t like Soviet socialism and returned to the UK in 1979, to find all my contemporaries were almost all Marxist and virulently ‘Anti nationalist,’ meaning anti-English.

Despite efforts by Michael Gove, briefing against England is still integral to the Nat Curriculum. Following the You-Gov report, Prof. Frank Furedi, from the University of Kent, blamed schools for failing to teach children, ‘a sense of pride in the country’s past.’

‘In schools they have almost stopped teaching history and what they do teach tends to be very sceptical of Britain’s past,’ he said.

Key Stage 1 offers children the chance to explore the lives of Queen Victoria, Christopher Columbus, Neil Armstrong, LS Lowry, Rosa Parks, Emily Davison, Mary Seacole and/or Florence Nightingale. Whether children between five and seven need to know about Rosa Parks or Emily Davison is debatable. The ‘and/or’ between Seacole and Nightingale exposes the continued intrusion of left-wing dogma at the expense of scholarship.

The products of this liberal arts education now fill the media. The Social Affairs editor of Sky News, British/Ghanaian Afua Hirsch became famous for suggesting Nelson’s column should destroyed because he endorsed slavery. She was recently given her own series, The Battle for Britain’s Heroes, on Channel 4.

Educated at a private school in Wimbledon then Oxford, with a law diploma from a private college, she took viewers on a tour of our shameful Imperialist past which has created our racist present, so damaging to people like her. Her first target was Churchill.

She invited us to look at the ‘darker,’ ‘suppressed’ side of his career. He was, she said, callous about the fate of the ‘uncivilised tribes’ of Iraq whom he hit with poison gas in 1920. Unfortunately for her, in England we know about these things already; there are no suppressed facts. But she was desperate to prove a point.

She recently told a newspaper about the evils of her childhood in England.

‘I didn’t find race, race found me,’ she said whilst modelling a Victoria Beckham coat costing nearly £2,000 and Jimmy Choo boots at £650.

‘In the playground, in the classroom, on the street, in the shops. I already knew that I looked different but that there was something bad about my difference, that there was something inherently undesirable about being black that, I had to be taught. By the end of my childhood I’d learned that black people were ugly. It took a few more years to learn that we were criminals, too.’

Her fellow Englishist, novelist Zadie Smith, was educated at a comprehensive, in leafy Hampstead, and Cambridge University. She was recently given Book of the Week on BBC Radio 4, reading her essays in doleful voice accompanied by wistful piano.

She says we are living in, ‘the darkest of political times.’ Trump and Brexit mean that all social progress has stopped. She said glumly that the ‘the sunny uplands’ she once knew, have been replaced by, ‘banality and meanness.’

In episode three she described her childhood, among Africans, Asians and Latvian Jews, without explaining why they’d chosen England as home. Instead she made a parallel between UK colonialism and the traumatic diaspora of Europe’s Jews. She then admitted things are better than previously, when, ‘I could not vote, drink from the same water-fountain as my fellow citizens, have my children or marry the man I chose.’

We’ve never had many water-fountains, water-coolers or ball parks in England, so she might have been referring to the US where she is professor of creative writing at NY University. She wasn’t clear, it could have applied to both lands of equal evil.

She and Hirsh are mixed race but both identify as black, with all the benefits of victim status that brings, transcending nationality and class. Smith particularly does this, joining what black American writer Zara Neale called, ‘the sobbing school of Negrohood.’

She is upset to read that many Americans wish they could live in the 1950s and suspects many in England feel the same. Both women are furious that the creed of multi-culturalism with which they grew up, is now being questioned.

‘If some white men are sentimental about their history it’s no surprise,’ says Smith, ‘their rights and privileges go a long way back. What would have been done to me in 1360, 1760, 1860, 1960?’

Nothing pleasant you can feel her hoping.

Neither of these Englandists ever mention the suppressed dark side of multi-culturalism which has replaced the England many of us knew; modern slavery, drug trafficking, FGM, forced marriage, electoral fraud, mugging, knife crime, gang violence, slum landlordism. Nor the problem of Islam. Eighty percent and rising, of Muslim marriages in England are made in shariah courts, giving women less rights than any black woman in America even fifty years ago.

Some of us are still proud of being ‘Mere English’ as Elizabeth I described herself with delightful irony. We are self-deprecating, the reason you hardly see our flag, enjoy irony, sarcasm, understatement, and we don’t boast. Although those habits are changing as social media turns us increasingly American.

I pride myself that we are the only people who could have invented Guide Dogs for the Blind, given the Dicken Medal to brave pigeons in WWII and still cherish radio drama, baking, gardening and topiary. Not forgetting local brewed beer, biscuits dunked in tea and The Archers.

We like kindness and honest dealing. What you see is what you get and if you don’t like us, kindly go away. But you won’t will you, because like the whole world and his many wives, you secretly like it here too.[pullquote]

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14 Comments on Biting the hand that feeds you

  1. When I first read this article, I was moved to procure, from our local library, Mr. Ishiguro’s work “Remains of the day”. I had seen the movie at least three times and was always somewhat puzzled by the line; ”based on the book by Kazuo Ishiguro”, what?
    I am about two thirds through the book now but probably won’t finish it (fiction bores me). However, I do believe that his depiction of the loyal and dignified butler, Stevens, is based more on Ishiguro’s Japanese background than on any real understanding of how English class society actually works.
    Had I, a genuine working class Englishman, written this book, I would have described more accurately the typical English working class MO: The skiving off, the padding of invoices, the taking of backhanders from suppliers, conspiring with the local poacher to trade in His Lordship’s pheasants, the recycling of His Lordship’s liquor and wine bottles, filling them with plonk whilst pocketing the difference. All of course while His Lordship is perfectly well aware of what is going on. But then I believe I understand my own people better than he does.
    As for the others; it is incredible that the English establishment has still not realized that condescension and pandering does not inspire gratitude, only contempt.

  2. I love my own country too much to ever consider moving to England; but out of the 140± there are to choose from, it’s definitely in my top three. God save the Queen.

  3. Re- Jane Kelly’s last sentence, lots of them like it here because there aren’t many countries in the world where the freebies at tax-payers’ expense are so lavish – “step on board and enjoy the free ride! And if you don’t get enough, claim your rights; that’ll do the trick”.

  4. It’s beginning to loo as though articles of this nature, however well-written – are really a waste of time. Why? Because, as the article’s statistics tell us, the younger generation, especially what passes as the intelligentsia, all think that the notion of Englishness is wrong in itself. As they grow through middle age, and indoctrinate their own children, adn are anyway outnumbered by the aliens they have so warmly welcomed, this country will bear no relation at all to the one in which those in their sixties now were brought up. Talk about a voice crying in the wilderness. It’s too late to change all this now, so why not – if you’re old enough – rejoice in the knowledge that you are among the last generation of what was once a great nation.

  5. “By the end of my childhood I’d learned that black people were ugly. It took a few more years to learn that we were criminals, too.”

    Unfortunately for her that, per capita, the last statement is empirically true.

  6. From my earliest age, I have greatly admired the English. However, as I grew older, I began to see that what I admired was in an important way more perfectly found in Italy. What was going on ? It became clearer after I converted to Catholicism. The good of England is the lasting effect of its prior Catholicism. The English, as the earliest missionaries noted, have a natural gift for Catholicism. They have been deflected from this by the absurdist catastrophe of Henry’s rejection of the true faith, which might be termed an early instance of hand biting. Yet astoundingly the habits and virtues of that faith, in spite of everything, in many ways continue in the English. It must be the unsearchable grace of God, because no man has anything good of himself. Until very much more recently, the Catholic faith and its effects continued more or less uninterrupted in Italy. That explains the comparison between England and Italy.

    England would do well and would be true to its real character, it would be conservative in the deepest sense, and would provide an approach to the problems of the day, if she were to return to the faith. Unfortunately there is a difficulty. After the death of Pius XII, the Catholicism everywhere is in abeyance because its own leadership has turned to a different faith.

    Still, Dieu et mon droit.

    “Et la destre que senefie?

    Dex est charitez, et qui vit
    En charité, selonc l’escrit
    Sainz Polz ou je lo vi et lui
    Il meint an Deu et Dex en lui”

    Charity loves truth.

  7. ‘‘I didn’t find race, race found me,’ she said whilst modelling a Victoria Beckham coat costing nearly £2,000 and Jimmy Choo boots at £650.’

    That sentence says more than 100 books.

  8. An excellent article that skewers the hypocrisy of those making a very good living complaining of their oppression.

    Much like the Oscars crowd…the most privileged people in the history of the world, living better than any King, Sultan or Pharoah of the past could ever have dreamed, yet still claiming they are victims of racism, oppression and discrimination. All while barking orders at their entourage of poor servants.

  9. Loved this article, read it twice: once at TCW, once here.

    White male privilege in 1360, eh? Yes, I remember that working out very well, what with the Black Death, feudalism, and all.

    As a first-generation Briton, I too am fed up with this anti-English drivel. I know quite a bit about West African history, and I can tell you for free that many countries there fail to meet Afua Hirsh and Zadie Smith’s lofty standards.

    England’s achievements in Law and Justice are world-leading and have helped greatly to overturn the genuine injustices of the past, both in England and abroad (Abolition of slavery, anyone??).

    What’s ironic is how this same anti-English narrative suddenly turns patriotic at events like the Royal Wedding and Olympics. Then it’s back to dredging up “secret” sides to Winston Churchill which many people, including his admirers and biographers, already knew.

    I was in the beautiful Westminster Abbey shop last Monday, rooting around for some collectibles. It struck me that no one was complaining about the preponderance of cards with funnily-dressed Englishmen on the covers, the antiquated and beautiful English, nor the pomp and splendour of Church hymns playing in the background.

    Yesterday, I was studying Arabic when I saw a timeline of Empires which had colonised Iraq. I was stunned to learn that the British had only held Iraq for roughly 12 years: 1920- 1932, whilst the Ottomans had held it for near on 800 years. But you never hear about that, do you?

    So the complainers can complain. My bookshelf will always be stocked with Shakespeare, Austen, and Dickens. I proudly own an English dictionary, enjoy afternoon tea (no biscuit-dunking, though!). This is the country of fish-and-chips, quant seaside villages, beautiful countryside, Handel’s Messiah, stunning cathedrals and jolly decent people.

    I’ll take it, if Hirsh and Smith don’t want it.