Coloured by Barbarism

When a fundamentally good and decent man is publicly savaged in an England that one used to associate with words like tolerance, understanding, courage and fair play, you have to question how long before that society begins devolving into paranoid and aggressive tribalism <a ref="When a fundamentally good and decent man is publicly savaged in an England that one used to associate with words like tolerance, understanding, courage and fair play, you have to question how long before that society begins devolving into paranoid and aggressive tribalism.

Hiding among law-abiding kindly citizens, the Taliban of political correctness no longer operates from a centralized politburo, but via independently-motivated thugs that indulge in random and savage acts of barbarism.

I have been making a living out of the English language for over a quarter of a century and I definitely missed the memo that went out proscribing the use of the word coloured. (If anybody has a copy to hand, please can they forward it to me.) I would hope that the same diktat offers useful synonyms we can deploy instead when referring to black people… sorry, off-white… sorry deeply beige… sorry sepia… sorry alternatively pigmented… er…

Dear George O’Grady – CEO of the European Tour – is a harmless enough type of cove. But what is worse than his being hung out to dry due to what most of us still believe to be a perfectly innocuous and suitably descriptive collective noun, was the speed and terseness of the apology that followed. Somebody picked up on this damn quickly and the chord of naked terror it struck in O’Grady and/or the Tour was such that no argument or reasoned debate was to be entered into.

We take it as a given that outfits like the EDL really are lower than shark-sh*t, but after this, can’t you just hear the bleating in pubs throughout the East End and the self-proclaimed white (sorry, non-coloured) ghettoes of the English Northwest: They come over here taking our language…

If the Philistines are to have their mean-spirited and intellectually bankrupt way, couldn’t they do it with someone else’s mother tongue? Because with erosion of the language at this rate, it won’t be long before mere words will fail to convey adequately to these people how ridiculous and absurd are their mean-spirited pronouncements about when others are required to feel affronted. And when words fail us, many feel the only way left to communicate important issues is to beat them into someone.

Where does it end? If we are to be beaten into submission on this, are we looking at a society where the police officer taking witness statements asks, “And what colour was the murderer?” and all he can get by way of an answer is, “I can’t say I noticed, Officer”.

Make no mistake, there is a direct parallel to the awfulness in the leafy suburbs of Virginia Water and the breath-taking butchery on the streets of Woolwich: it is the juggernaut of forcing an alien way of thinking (Sharia Law, political correctness, rule 14 1 b, whatever…) onto a democratic citizenry while simultaneously shifting any sense of insanity, non-compliance and being unreasonable away from the protagonists and onto the resistance.

We know that for evil to flourish it only takes good men to do nothing (thank you, Simon Wiesenthal). Mark my words… roll over on this one and we will deserve the bitterest harvest. While we’re at it, some of my best friends are coloureds… Jews… queers… priests (swoon! Pass the smelling salts)… Afrikaners… vegetarians… socialists… Australians… I refuse to kowtow to anybody whose parsimony seeks to prohibit my talking about it.