Every metric in British life reeks of necrosis

Jericho did not fall simply because of the trumpets, and Britain is not falling simply because of its utterly contemptible Labour government. Its political and legal classes – not just the Labour Party – have toiled diligently to create the coming catastrophe. Almost every metric in British life reeks of necrosis. The rich are fleeing from the increased taxes to pay the public service, while well-paid hospital doctors unashamedly seek more, with other unions jostling impatiently, a wage-bill in one hand and billhook in the other. 

Meanwhile, the court-mandarins that are the “human rights lawyers”  have repeatedly over-ruled elected politicians on the vital existential issues that preoccupy the plain folk. The scandal that most enrages England’s working classes has been the mass-rape of tens of thousands of poor underage white girls by Pakistani Muslims.  The government’s initial response was to engage in that very British delta triangle of equivocation, namely  Dither, Dilly & Dally, but then finally it acted. Under a chair who is an achingly liberal Christian, it has formed an all-Muslim committee to define Islamophobia, which will probably make it a criminal offence to  mention the religions of both the rapist and his victim, as well as proscribing sentences such as this one. 

But no better can be expected from a government led by Keir Starmer who five years ago “took the knee” in support of Black Lives Matter and believes that some women have penises. Or is that men can have cervixes? Perhaps a bit of both. Clearly his uncertainty over matters that the rest of us have been clear enough about since the age of three was enough to get him appointed as Director of Public Prosecutions and Head of the Crown Prosecution Service between 2008 and 2013, when Muslim men were raping thousands of white under-age working class girls. There were apparently – or so it is alleged – several prosecutions of gang-rapists at that time, though what is far more certain is that was no nationwide attempt to tackle this scourge. That, you see, would have been racist, and quite rightly, human rights lawyers do not worry over-much about the human rights of white she-proles, whose parents are probably racists anyway. Look where they live. 

Ignoring the feelings of an English working class that is so racist has a sound pedigree going back to 1968, and Enoch Powell’s famous, oft-misquoted Rivers of Blood Speech about immigration.  In fact, Powell understated the threat posed by these irreversible and unmandated changes being wrought on British society. Nonetheless. his opinions were despatched to a Gulag, from which they are only now emerging, looking and sounding like a very angry Rip Van Winkle. 

Two other seminally non-seminal events occurred in 1968, when communist forces captured the Vietnamese city of Hue before massacring thousands of civilians, and the Pope issued an Encyclical on the calamitous social consequences of  separating sexuality from reproduction. Instead of the former event convincing people of the thorough evils of communism, Marxism is now the predominant cultural force in British universities, with 77 per cent of all academics professedly left-wing (and living in terror of their even more left-wing students). Meanwhile, the native British population has fallen so catastrophically that immigration is required to keep Britain’s vast welfare state functioning, even though half a dozen British cities, including London and Birmingham and my own native city of Leicester, are now ethnically foreign. 

The 1960s was also when American feminists began to break down the barriers for women, with Britain largely setting the feminist pace since then. Though there have been no US women presidents, there have been two British women prime ministers. Rachel Reeves is now Britain’s first female Chancellor of the Exchequer,  as well as being the first-ever British cabinet minister to sit weeping openly in the House of Commons. Similarly unique has been the flame-haired Deputy Prime Minister Angela Rayner, who boasted about flashing her “ginger growler” at the then prime minister Boris Johnson while he addressed the House. Displays of pudenda are possibly not quite what Gloria Steinem intended with the M-word in her call to arms, The Feminine Mystique

Indeed, the “feminisation of public discourse” (as we say these days)  in Britain has taken some unexpected turns. Rachel Swann was a senior police officer who during the Covid pandemic deployed photoreconnaissance drones over the Derbyshire peak district to prosecute walkers over the wild fell-country who were not maintaining “social distancing”. She appeared on television to justify her policy, with her hair teased into bleached, ten-centimetre-long gelled-spikes that made it impossible for her to wear her official police-cap. She rejected criticisms her coiffure as “homophobic and misogynistic”, and naturally, has since been promoted. 

After a group of little girls were knifed to death near Liverpool, the local chief of police said that as “a nan” – her term for grandmother – her heart went out to the victims’ families, while her police force said the culprit was “from Wales”. Close. His family came  from Rwanda. 

Prime Minister Theresa May announced that April 22nd would henceforth forever be known as “Stephen Lawrence Day”, to commemorate a black teenager knifed to death by white racists, as if such were a norm. It is not. Over 80 per cent of all knife-crime in London involves black men, usually against other blacks, though black men are under 7 per cent of London’s population. 

After terrorists successfully attacked military aircraft at Brize Norton RAF base, the station commander, Group Captain Louise Henton OBE ADC BA MA declared: “Personality traits such as patriotism and bravery are viewed as desirable in the military. This often encourages overt masculinity amongst its members.”

Quite.

If overt masculinity is undesirable, so too is the old-fashioned nuclear family, according to Mrs Justice Yip, as she said Yes to  an Afghan asylum-seeker’s intention to include unrelated individuals within his allocation of 22 “family members” into Britain. She declared: “The term family …can mean different things to different people. There is no requirement for blood or legal connection.”

For decades, the British people have been consistently lied to by a conjoined political/legal/administrative class that inhabits a mirror-lined goldfish bowl, while much of the population clearly inhabit doctors’ surgeries. Some 10 per cent of the working population – four million people – are now on permanent sickness benefit, on which they pay no tax, unlike those who work, who do. Unsurprisingly, government borrowing to cope with exchequer shortfalls – no wonder Reeves was crying – is going through the roof: £57 billion (€66 billion) so far this financial year, and probably £200 billion (€231 billion) by its end, but never fear: her very public tears will probably protect her from the usual price for such monumental incompetence.

However, it’s not the buffoonish mandarins in government and the law courts that have been the objects of remorselessly scathing satire  on British television but the working class objectors and their foremost political spokesman, Nigel Farage, the leader of the new Reform Party which is now roaring ahead in the polls. For decades, Britain has resembled a volitional Soviet Union, within which cultural dissenters were marginalised by ridicule and accusations of racism on television from a well-rewarded jester-class. 

Meanwhile, the patently absurd – such as the British government not merely giving away the Chagos Islands in the Indian Ocean to a client-state of Communist China, and then agreeing to pay that state up to £18 billion (€21 billion) for accepting the gift, or the so-called Border police ferrying illegal immigrants safely into British ports, to remain for ever in Britain, or the Essex police escorting pro-migrant demonstrators to an anti-migrant protest – is now not merely normal, but normative. That’s how the British state works.

The problem for the conceited clowns running the show, whether at the rock festival at Glastonbury, now an orgy of cultural treason, or in the BBC, or in the legal classes whose rulings have done such terrible damage to British life, is that Britain – quite unfairly – is still a democracy. Even though the official consensus has filtered out dissent for decades, it cannot continue to lie to the raped and the violated, the impoverished and the deprived, who have seen their local hotels where they once socialised now permanently closed and turned into  hostels for unaccompanied male “asylum seekers” – and here the commas are less inverted than perverted –  who will remain as guests of the state for ever. 

The British people – or more  accurately the English, since Scotland long since chose to be a tartan lamprey slothfully engorging itself from England’s economic aorta  –  are now finished with their ruling and administrative classes. These have lost all legitimacy, not merely in the perceptions of the ruled, but also in their own: You can see it in their haunted eyes. 

Those who have ruined England are scared and don’t know where to run or what to do. Their ship is sinking. Will it go down with all hands? Or will Chief Constable Rachel Swann or Group Captain Louise Henton or Mrs Justice Yip or Rayner’s Ginger Growler save them? Or maybe the magisterial figure of Keir Starmer, he who believes that a woman can have a penis, will prove to be their saviour, using his cervix to propel himself through the unkindly seas!

No. The iceberg has hit, and while the passengers scan the menu in the first class dining saloon, ice cold seawater is flooding into the forward hold. It’s over. And next? No idea. That remains a locked-mystery to which tomorrow’s rear-view mirror alone has the key. Just keep driving, okay?

Kevin Myers is an Irish journalist, author and broadcaster. He has reported on the wars in Northern Ireland, where he worked throughout the 1970s, Beirut and Bosnia.