Sunday, November 17, 2013

Home Ground Strangers

Within months of heading off to university, in the autumn of 1985, my local record shop closed down for good. X ergo Y, according to those who knew me, given the time and money I spent there. It resembled Aladdin’s Cave: just 150 square feet of ground-floor clutter, plywood shelves and racks, all buckling under the weight of cardboard record sleeves, and never enough elbow room to peruse in comfort.

On the wall above the counter was a video monitor playing current hits in an hour-long loop. (Tellingly, I would often hear the same song three times on a Saturday afternoon.) This was just four years after MTV began, and pop videos were becoming an integral part of music marketing.

One such video I remember better than any other. It had clearly been made on a miniscule budget. A bunch of seemingly down-at-heel (yet highly-talented) musicians were performing to a handful of cameras, scurrying among which was an unruly collection of farmyard animals. I had no idea what message they were trying to convey, but the song was brilliant. An exquisite blend of melodic soul and politically-aware post-punk rock, its punchy piano-and-brass introduction alone captured my attention. I bought it, on 10” vinyl (Figure 68.1), without even asking the name of the band.

Figure 68.1: The song reached only number 69 in the UK singles charts.

Copyright © 1985 Siren Records Ltd

The lyrics, too, stuck in my head – and have remained there ever since.

‘Egos soar as glasses crack
And promises weighed by the pound
Greedy fingers slapping backs
As strangers walk on my home ground.’

They certainly do. For decades, now, mass immigration has been the issue that dared not speak its name. Until recently, any British politician brave enough even to mention it was branded xenophobic and, ultimately, risked his career. (Q: What is a racist? A: Someone who is winning an argument with a leftist.) The truth, nonetheless, is that since I bought that treasured recording, the island’s population has rocketed from 56.5 million to 63.2 million. It is forecast, conservatively, to pass 70 million within another twenty years.

Such a rapid and unprecedented influx is unsustainable. It is also dangerous, given that immigrant assimilation has, in the name of political correctness, been actively discouraged. Today, chronic social unrest is bubbling inexorably to the surface. The city of Sheffield is an alarming case in point. Just this week, the British press – including leftist havens such as the Guardian – have reported that friction between the city’s indigenous residents and gangs of Roma itinerants might soon precipitate street riots (Figure 68.2). Given the upsurge in the immigrants’ anti-social behaviour and associated squalor (Figure 68.3), it is not surprising.

Figure 68.2: A common scene on a Sheffield street in 2013

Copyright © 2013 Guardian News and Media Ltd

Figure 68.3: Forty years ago, the late Enoch Powell (1912-98), a controversial British politician, warned against the dangers of mass immigration and subsequent non-assimilation. He said: ‘It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre.’ The vast, expanding pyre awaits a single match.

Copyright © 2013 The Star

So, why have successive governments sanctioned such a harmful demographic revolution, in the light of such predictable consequences? It is obvious. Read either Machiavelli or Orwell. The first and principal objective of any ruling elite is the preservation and perpetuation of its own status. Mass immigration has been engineered for three main reasons:

1. To thrust multiculturalism down the throats of the indigenous British people, thus weakening their cultural unity, and hence potential for collective political rebellion;

2. To undermine organized labour and replace the proletariat with a dirt-cheap alternative; and

3. To import, en masse, ready-partisan voters, willing to help preserve the Establishment in return for State handouts.

It has worked. Sadly, the integrity of the British nation is considered to be of far less importance. Of course, so long as the UK remains a member of the European Union, a free-for-all immigration policy is irrevocable. As economic hardship entrenches itself ever further, urban communities are dividing themselves along ethnic lines. This is ominous. British cities could explode at any time.

Whether that ’80s protest song was written as a prophecy of the consequence of uncontrolled immigration, I do not know. Still, there is no escaping the supreme irony that a fundamentally left-wing policy of forced multiculturalism has precipitated an extreme right-wing reality of de facto apartheid. Things can only get ... worse.

Copyright © 2013 Paul Spradbery