Monthly Archives: February 2020

Racism

This is a difficult post to write. As someone born and raised in the United Kingdom of Great Britain, I have, for as long as I can remember, had (and still have) a deep love for the culture and traditions of these islands.

Britain has been instrumental in assisting in the spread of parliamentary democracy across the globe. And Shakespeare, Chaucer and Dickens are literary figures known and celebrated throughout the world.

The area in which I live is composed of groups from all over the world. Friendships (and love) exist across the artificial barriers of race which is, of course as it should be for love and friendship should not be dependent on skin colour, religious affiliation (or the lack thereof), or any other artificial barrier.

Yesterday evening I popped into a pub with the intention of enjoying a few pints and perhaps catching up with a few of the regulars there. I was engaged in a pleasant conversation with a customer when another drinker said to the young man behind the bar “you don’t belong here”. It was an ugly thing to say, as the gentleman serving behind the bar is of asian heritage. He was, however born and grew up in London and is as British as I (a white man) am.

I don’t usually embroil myself in other people’s business. However I did say that what had been said was wholly unacceptable and that the young man behind the bar did belong here/was British.

I have, of course come across the expression of racist opinions previously. However these have been in the form of diatribes and/or rather more veiled comments regarding people who are not white. This was, however, the first time I had seen racism directed at an individual human being and it upset me.

The target of the abuse is, I believe 19, while the abuser is considerably older. Other than the racial element (which is shocking in the extreme), I felt that the man uttering the racist comments felt emboldened by the youth of the barman. I don’t believe that he would have aimed such abuse at a non-white person of his own (or similar) age.

After the incident, the young man behind the bar thanked me for my intervention. All I could say in response, was that I was upset by what the customer had said, but obviously not as upset as he (the barman) must have been.

The London School of Economics has a good article about the spike in “hate crime” following the referendum to leave the European Union (EU) in 2016, https://blogs.lse.ac.uk/brexit/2018/03/19/hate-crime-did-spike-after-the-referendum-even-allowing-for-other-factors/.

Of course many people who voted in favour of leaving the EU are not racists (and members of the non-white communities did, themselves vote in different ways, some for leaving the EU and others in favour of remaining). It should also be pointed out that there are undoubtedly amongst those who voted for remain, people who harbour racist opinions. However one can not ignore the spike in crimes of hate following the Brexit Referendum, or say that racism did not play a part in explaining why some Leavers voted to leave the EU.

I do believe in immigration controls. This is a small island and one can not ignore the adverse impact that uncontrolled immigration would have on the country. However immigration controls should not be based on race, but should be predicated on the needs of the economy, and bringing families together (where relatives are already legally present in the UK). In short, racism is an ugly cancer which has no place in a decent, tolerant society which is, at bottom what Britain is.

When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Ling

When a young lady whose name is Ling
Said, “I shall slip into a slinky thing”,
I just had the time
To compose a brief rhyme.
Its known as a limerick kind of thing

Fragile

An insect
Brushed against my head.
I showed it respect,
For soon it will be dead

And an insect
Is fragile
As a girl’s smile.
A kiss.
Or the bliss
Of bed.

And the wind blew chill
And will
Do still,
When I am dead.

I Used To Fantasise

I used to fantasise
About a girl who walked
And talked
With me.
I saw not her eyes,
But we,
Were free
As the tide, which comes and goes,
In gentle flows,
Or with tempetuous roar
O’er the thirsting shore.

Barefoot, and hand in hand
We walked along the sand
Of some dream-like beach.
But no man can command
A fantasy,
And she,
I can not reach.

When A Young Man Whose Name Is Mo

When a young man whose name is Mo
Said, “the red lights they so brightly glow,
And provide such great pleasure
In all kinds of weather”.
I said, “good priest, how do you know?”.

I Met A Young Lady Playing The Flute

I met a young lady playing the flute
Who said, “will you partake of my fruit?,
I have apples and pears
And if you go upstairs,
I’ll show you how to play on my flute!”.

I hear The Breeze In The Churchyard Trees

I hear the breeze
In the churchyard trees.
Cars pass on the road nearby,
While I
Think on what is true;
The eternal breeze
In the churchyard trees,
Blowing on those who,
Momentarily, pass through.