In the same way that the 1960s’ Tory judiciary feared marijuana smoke wafting down Carnaby Street turning the nation’s youth into an army of freely copulating hopheads, so today’s multicultural establishment fears the spread of increasing racial consciousness powered by social media on the simmering contradictions of the society they have created.
The Romans knew much more about handling their underclass. They gave them hate-filled arenas, stained with the blood of beasts and men, in which they could jeer and sneer and vent their aggressive passions. In this way peace was maintained among the non-military populations of their vast polyglot empire.
Football used to serve a similar function in working-class British culture by diverting intense tribalist passions away from the nation’s political bloodstream. But as the PC Stasi increasingly polices even football—with chants, songs, and animal noises banned—so we have seen the growth of more politically charged alternatives such as the English Defence League. Is that what they want? I wonder.
I have no wish to defend Stacey. The fact that I called him a “cockroach” in the title should make that abundantly clear. For all I know, he may be a perfectly normal working-class kid who said the wrong thing at the wrong time, or he might be a creep. We have already become better acquainted with him than any of us deserves.
Defending him, however, would simply have narrowed the focus down to the cockroach. People should be looking at the wheel and wondering why so much pressure is being brought to crush someone for such a trivial incident.
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