Friday, 18 May 2018

A foreigner in my own country


A foreigner in my own country


One could accuse Garath Southgate of being tokenistic by including a couple of white players in his England team to play in the World Cup this year. It's a defining moment when the make up of the national team begins to reflect the changing make up of our society.
Of course there will be many saying that the colour of ones skin has no relevance in today's colour blind society but one is drawn to question how embedded are the people who's parents came to this country 50 years ago who themselves still feel in part their deep  ties lie to the country their parents emigrated from.
The argument that the children growing up in the UK are unlikely to feel these ties, or that their ethnicity has nothing to do with say the West Indies, Pakistan, India, Syria, Lebanon, Nigeria, The Cameroon and so on is unproven.  It's certainly true of an Aussie or a South African that the ties are maintained. It's seen in specifically the cricket test matches in this country when Pakistan or India come to play, two thirds of the spectators support the visiting non UK side.
It's not a phenomenon which one wouldn't expect, our personal history is only part of who we are and since our parents and the aunts and uncles who make up the extended family, our kith and kin, are deeply embedded in who we think we are it's natural to feel that part of our root culture is 'over there'.
Meanwhile the society here has undergone a massive transformation, a sort of colonisation in reverse. Unfortunately we fear to offer any sort of opinion because of the backlash of being called racist.  Unlike the pillorying of our role in the colonisation of other countries across the globe, Political Correctness has shut down debate about the reverse colonisation of this country and the potential to upset the inherent equilibrium of a county inhabited by people who are recognisably the same.
Fostering all manner of foreign culture, religious and social on our unsuspecting society we have been made incoherent by the clamour  to say nothing, even to think nothing, it's all a bit 1984 for my liking.
These cultures religious and social are for our good we are told, they enrich us with new ways to look and experience new things, as if looking at different new ways of living was the precursor to "the good life". Our old ways are just that"old ways" and we must move on and integrate ourselves with the new. We of course have no say in the matter since others have a better understanding of "our" needs. But perhaps reminding ourselves that originally it was the economic determinant which encouraged people to come here in the first place perhaps the baggage they brought with them is the part we least understand and most resent.
Now I know I will be accused of being a racial bigot by some people but those who know me know this is far from the case rather it is placing on record the legitimate fears and in some cases resentment for being hoodwinked about the unforeseen outcome of mass immigration and the growth of different values from 'within' which resulted from that immigration. At no stage were we consulted, at no stage we're the ramifications of being changed from a monoculture to a multi culture explained. Today the insistence for further change to assimilate and change even further was evidenced on a popular BBC morning news and current affairs program, four different people of colour were extremely unhappy with their lot here and demanding swinging changes. It appears they can demand openly for change whilst we are shackled by PC to remain stum.
When I walk down Newham High Street later today I will not be angry about the row upon row of Indian shops selling silks and saris or the food outlets selling chapatis, I won't be upset to be one of the few white people on the street, I will accept wholeheartedly the women going around their daily business shrouded head to toe in a patriarchally ordained  costume which is designed to exclude me but I will ask myself, how did all this come about and has it in any way made me a foreigner in my own country. 

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