The disgrace of the home office

Subject: The disgrace of the Home Office.

Occasionally one sees the under laying colour of a persons deep seated belief. It is often hidden under a scab of presumed righteousness which people in power have towards the rights and legislative position of people who have less power than themselves and  come from a different background.
Yesterday the Home Secretary, Amber Rudd had to apologise in Parliament for the plight of the Caribbean  people who came over on the ship named The 'Windrush' back in 1947.
As is usual in this haphazardly managed country, no papers were issued to these arrivals  on their arrival, papers which our own citizens were required to hold if they wished to go abroad. It's an accepted  bureaucracy which is in place across the globe to identify people either passing through or people wishing to settle in any country.
Was it a matter of not properly acknowledging the transfer of these able bodied men and women from their home to fill the spaces caused by the ravages of the Second World War in our workforce or perhaps it was thought to be, only a temporary expedient, a 'stop gap' which once the normal birth rate picked up the population growth would gathered pace and the workforce would heal naturally and the immigrant, somehow disappear.
The immigrants were of course dissipated into the regions far from Whitehall, far from the elite of our public school system who gravitate, as of right, into the civil service to become our Guardians. Some Guardians if you happen to live in Bolton or Bradford but then the system was never designed for you and like the 'black holes' of interplanetary physics, light and matter having entered never again saw the light of day.
Until, that is Mrs May our esteemed Prime minister sought to appear tough on the immigrant population living here and evoked new laws to ensure that everyone within the boundaries was kosher. With few if any checks on our boarders to acknowledge who is coming in and who is leaving, it was not before time to do an inventory but the almost invisible bookkeeping system of the past meant that large numbers of people who had been encouraged to come in had not been given even a simple entry document.
And so we see these people who have lived here all their lives and the children who they produced whilst living here were treated by the Home Office Official as illegal and deported back to the Caribbean. The belated call to sort matters out by entering  the portal of the Home Office to discuss their plight is likened to a Russian invited in to the KGB for a chat.  They were smothered rather in bureaucratic non speak where the inalienable logic of an explanation including, proof of work, a NH card and scores of people willing to vouch for them hits the immovable face of the rule book. Without an actual Document you don't tick the boxes and your out chum.
It should never have happened but with people living on different planets as they do in our heavily differentiated class system is it any wonder that what we the ordinary man and women in the street find obnoxious is beyond the comprehension of the public school bred mind with its singular rather than pluralistic mind set.