Many years ago when I was still a member of Her Majesty’s Constabulary, in the wake of that ill considered and equally misunderstood document “The McPherson Report” I was handed a truly odious little book, on the subject of race relations. This booklet, if I remember rightly had been adapted from a guide to customer services for Marks and Spencer’s employees. The book was as can be expected from knee jerk reactions ill researched and patronizing. However at the end there was question and answer section, one of which has stuck in my mind ever since, it was this: “ Can Black people be racist?” To which the answer was “No”. Ignoring the evident fact that this is in itself a racist statement saying that black people are incapable of something that white people evidently are capable of, it also ignored the then recent Rwandan Genocide. Genocide was a word invented by an enlightened Jewish writer and is based on the Greek word “Genos” meaning Race. The Hutus were Black, so were their victims the Tootsies. (It might be noticed that also the Jews and their Germanic executioners were both white and the Turks and Armenians also shared the same skin colour, as did the Serbs and Bosnians.)
Most of my adult life I have spent in parts of the world where as a Caucasian I am in the minority, South East Asia, the Magreb and sub Saharan Africa, In none of these places could I walk through a major city with out be addressed or shouted at on the basses of my colour, In Asia “Fallang”, Ouiybo, in Nigeria, “Nessarani” in Morocco, “ Le Blanc” in Francophone Africa. Were any of these people to go to London and be addressed in the equivalent manner they would be considered a victim of an Offence under the Public Order Act and probably receive Criminal Compensation. In any of these countries when I walk into a shop, the prices go up, taxis fares are doubled, a shop keeper charging an African double on the grounds of his skin colour in the UK would soon find himself behind bars (and rightly so). I watched television this morning, a Nigerian comedian was making white jokes, I walked across Douala, no less than 15 times I was addresses as “hey Whitey” (Eh Le Blanc”). I worked on a Nigerian barge where Yoruba’s refused to eat at the same table as an Igbo, and before I hear attempts to disassociate tribalism from racism, the Yoruba told me he could spot an Igbo the moment he walked through the door. So where do the Pink (and I use the word advisedly) liberals get this absurd and patronizing notion that evil is a White man’s prerogative?
George Bernard Shaw once said “It is as racist to like a man because he is black as it is to dislike him because he is not white”. A lesson that middle England has yet to learn. The Devil has since time began, (in what ever incarnation you chose to see him or her) been the human race’s only equal opportunities employer. Evil and unpleasantness are the prerogative of no race or gender. More often it is the ignorant and uneducated who are violent towards the better educated. I have no doubt that as I write this an African somewhere on the continent is meeting a heinous fate at the edge of a machete, because they do not belong to the right tribe. Sudan totters on the brink of another ethnic war, and in the Southern States of the Land of the free, (now run by an African) a Blackman or woman is being passed over for promotion on by a man who wears a white sheet over his head on Saturday evenings, a Palestinian will be feeling the but of an IDF rifle and a Chetechen will be being kicked to death in a Moscow backstreet. In all these cases it is the triumph of ignorance, an ignorance perpetuated by the aforementioned pinko liberals who do not wish to spread education as it will “interfere with their culture” or perhaps it is because those Pinko liberals are them selves scared that if we educate “them” we will see that in fact “they” are just like us, and equally capable of unpleasantness.
When I was kidnapped it was because of my colour, is that not Lord McPherson also Institutional racism?
Which reminds me ultimately of a little ditty I learnt at my mother’s knee
“ I do not like the human race
I do not like its silly face
And when I have to stop and talk to one
I do not think it jolly fun”.
And perhaps ultimately that’s why I had to leave the Police Service, I learnt to recognise the Human race, for what it was.
It's far easer to document than to defend the indefensible.