Enough is Enough
Jokers to The Left, Clowns to The Right- James Chanel author of "The Average Indian" Amazon/KDP.
We don’t like to think of ourselves as Neo-Proles. Digital Serfs. Voter fodder. But we are always someone’s “Useful Idiots”.
That it doesn’t matter much whether you “Agree” or “Dis-Agree”. Whether you have a warm fuzzy glowing sensation, somewhere in your anatomy, about economic “Asylum Seekers”. Whether you like to think of yourself as an oh-so reasonable human being. As ever, the ever compromising British will do precisely nothing about nothing. Not until they drive themselves to a second Civil War. I have been listening to the same news and promises since 1992, when I first met Enoch Powell.
Another parallel Government runs the show. The woke judiciary, the woke media and the EU they naively believed they have left. You can check out anytime but you can never leave…
In 1992 there were some 49,000 immigrants to the cramped little island moored off the coast of France. Now it is a labour camp for the People’s Republic of China. In 2023, 745,000. Not including illegal entries, but the Woke media airbrushes over that one.
Population Replacement ? It’s just a conspiracy of course. If you can believe the massaged UK stats. The inconvenient truth is probably nearer 850,000 and counting.
A mixture of incompetence and too much Government, and ironically, too much legislation is erasing the United Kingdom.
I did not leave my country: my country left me. As I told Powell on one of our walks in the gardens of Chelsea Hospital, the last in a wheelchair with his nurse pushing and telling him off. Told him how it began. Why I turned my eyes towards the East, as it were.
Discrimi-Nation
Having just graduated I applied for a researcher’s job at the BBC. The brown manila envelope containing my future arrived.
“Regrettably”, the only traineeship vacancies they had were “restricted” for “Black and Asian” candidates only. I rang. “Was I of “Coloured Heritage?”, the producer’s secretary enquired sheepishly. No, but my family had lived, and contrary to the woke propaganda contributed, and died in India since about 1799.
The tombs on which the monkeys sit to eat their stolen fruit are overgrown now. But the ivy of memory remains. Six generations straight, until my father was born in Bombay in the last months of the Raj. If I put Grandma on the phone, the BBC memsahib would have thought she was talking to a pukka Rajput Indian. And Grandma-ji would tell anyone who would listen, all about their neighbours The Nehrus…
But apparently it wasn’t enough to make me Black or “Asian” enough. Or “Disadvantaged”. Discrimination legalised under the Race Relations Act 1976, I was informed coldly. “It’s a pity you’re not a woman. We have a traineeship”. Indeed.
I think perhaps it was then I realised that my own society, its once venerable institutions, were prejudiced, biased invisibly, silently, against little old me. For an accident of skin pigmentation. However willing and qualified I was, melatonin had decided the future for me. All the more, because on my “challenged” council estate I didn’t see a whole lot of White Privilege.
Fooled once shame on them, fooled twice shame on you.
It is not something you can forget, and therefore forgive. And it is why I have set my face against them ever since. Wasn’t it the same warm blood that seeped into the mottled earth at Kohima? A great uncle wearing the same turban as the men he fell beside in the 1/11th Sikhs. At the going down of the sun, We Shall Remember Them. But they don’t. I see too late, it was all part of The Great Con.
Whoever says revenge isn’t a dish best served cold, has never had it cold enough.
If you blinked, the Woke media skipped over the recent High Court judgement against The Royal Air Force. The gold-braid and knighthood Air Marshal forced to apologize between nervous sips of water, for “systematic” discrimination against “White candidates” for officer and pilot training. The excuse which undid any apology, “Ethnic Quotas” had to be filled, filtering out equally qualified white entrants.
I hear that white “Caucasian” models and actors have been allocated less work recently, as the visual engineering of adverts and programmes has led to a disproportionate number of “ethnic faces” and parts. We are trapped by our own guilt. The sense of ourselves as a “caring”, “reasonable” liberal democracy. By the illusion that we have “too much”. Not on the edge of an edge of an estate in Luton. Tokensim, in which skin-tone trumps ability, isn’t good for anyone’s integration. As the all-black cast auditions for musicals such as “Hamilton” prove. You can’t eliminate discrimination with discrimination. Whatever it is, it is not Diversity.
Jokers to the Left, clowns to the Right.
So the racially engineered New British are now increasingly seen as the clowns of the world. At least seen from Dubai and expat elsewhere. The “Coolies” have taken over, as my companion sniggered into his alcohol free G&T. But there was also a tinge of sadness in his voice, his eyes, that could not quite remember the past. When “all this”- was just a fly-ridden fishing village of pearl divers and lepers. And how we would be sitting “six feet underwater”, and he added, you would likely have been a Colonial Agent, Second Class, and my “master”.
The UK puppet administration have sent more Home Secretaries to Rwanda than illegal migrants. In woke-speak “Processing” the back-log in cases alone, will now take 187 years to clear. When Processing will simply be a political euphemism, in this age of euphemisms, for Amnesty. The irony that they could not print enough UK Passports, which now use paper made in France and are printed in Poland.
No British government has been elected with an actual majority of the vote since 1931. So there is no mandate for open migration or EU membership.
Who asked the indigenous “Aboriginal English” in 1947 or 2023. A ghost referendum. The question that was never asked has returned to haunt them. If they wanted to accept the most profound change to their island society. With more migrants now arriving in one year than in the previous 900. To have “Multiculturalism” forced upon them.
The Myths.
DNA markers dispel the myth that the British were a “mongrel” race before 1947. The UK Gov only commissioned research for first ten years after arrival. After ten years such mass migration does not add to the host society, it begins withdrawing resources from it requiring- more migration.
So “The Brits” like the French, like everyone, now have a flag they cannot wave, the words of an anthem they do not know, and a Passport that only allows people to arrive.
The Average Indian- James Chanel Amazon/KDP