racism – Nick Grant

Nick Grant

Tag: racism

  • Not Colourblind

    This is a story about racism…

    Graffiti

    If racism is the inability to be wilfully colourblind, then I am a racist. I’m sorry, but if the aim is to pretend that we don’t perceive differences in appearance, then I feel that anti-racism is doomed, because it’s dishonest. Instead, we should talk about what’s really going on; be truthful.

    Of course, my default position as a member of the metropolitan elite, is to say that I’m not a racist. To be a racist in polite, educated, civilised middle-class circles, amongst professionals, is unthinkable. There is a viceral rejection of any slight hint that we – educated middle aged white people – might possibly be a bit racist. However, it’s there – in some [small] part – and we should talk about it.

    Children are a good benchmark, because they have a tendency to be much more honest, unfiltered and uninhibited. Children aren’t subtle and devious, and generally haven’t learned to hide or disguise what they really think. In fact, adults aren’t great at hiding what they really think either. Everyone knows that “anti immigration” really means anti-non-white (i.e. racism).

    We should acknowledge that children will, quite naturally, bully and otherwise victimise minorities who look and act differently. Children are vicious animals who will attack anything “other”… but where does that animal – bestial – behaviour come from?

    The Price equation shows us that it is a rational strategy for a person to attack and/or kill anybody who does not look similar, even if the attacking/murderous individual is killed or injured in the process. In fact, our genes encode racism into our very fabric. We are evolved to attack those who are obviously genetically unrelated from us – this can be mathematically proven to confer an evolutionary advantage. Unfortunately, at a bestial animalistic level, we are hard-wired to be racist.

    Of course, we are not animals. We are not children. We are civilised people. However, we are animals, and we can easily regress into childish bestial behaviour.

    That is what is happening.

    Spend a moment watching Donald Trump or a Brexit voter speak, and imagine their words coming out of the mouth of a child. Do you see how the words match perfectly with a mental age of a child? We have entered an era when infantile idiots are given a voice – a platform – and they have clumped together with other thick-skulled neanderthals, and are now brazenly dragging civilised society back into the dark ages; back to a place of rampant racism, mobs, hysteria and bestial behaviour.

    But, calling racists racist hasn’t got us anywhere.

    It’s not surprising to me that 51.9% of the UK is racist, because most people in the UK are very stupid and immature; we do not have a society full of educated individuals, but instead a mountain of morons. Take a look on Facebook, where racists like to congregate, and you can see a pitiful display of bad grammar, spelling mistakes and sentence construction which would make any decent educated person blush with shame. Instead of reading good books, the racists spend their time share their views with other near-illiterate racists, hammering on their keyboard with their clumsy fists.

    Calling racists racist hasn’t got us anywhere, but we do need an outlet for our frustration with them.

    So, am I colourblind? Absolutely not. It would be an absolute lie if I pretended that I was unable to make an educated guess about a person’s ethnic background based on their skin tone, along with other clues, such as hair and facial features. Likewise, I can probably make an educated guess about where a person grew up based on their accent. To claim that I couldn’t do such a thing would be disingenuous.

    Do I discriminate? If the question is whether I go out of my way to thwart, undermine or otherwise prevent a non-white person from enjoying the same opportunities as a white person, then the answer is no, I do not consciously do that. I do – absolutely – change how I speak and act, depending on my audience. If I’m speaking to somebody who doesn’t speak English fluently, I will simplify my language; slow my speed of speech; speak with clearer enunciation. I do discriminate, but I don’t do so maliciously.

    Am I guilty of unconscious bias? Absolutely. The whole point of unconscious bias is that I’m not even aware it’s there. I’ve grown up in a society dominated by whites, so it’s totally expected that I am riddled with all kinds of prejudices and biases, which I haven’t been able to iron out and get rid of through sheer force of will and hard work, although I do try my hardest to think in an inclusive and unprejudiced way.

    Am I guilty of white privilege? Yes.

    Whoever said “it is not enough to say you aren’t racist, you have to be anti-racist” summed it up very well. Knowing what we know about the Price equation and our genetic predisposition towards racism, we have to fight against our DNA. Genes are risk not destiny so it’s not true to say that because our genes code for racism, we are automatically racist, but if we do nothing then we do revert to racism as a default position. This is why we have to actively choose to be anti-racist; our natural instincts are wrong and this is why populism has led to terrible things.

    These are my thoughts on a charged subject, and I expect I have made mistakes. I hope to be corrected.

     

    Addendum:

    I realise that “colourblind” is an aspiration – although unachievable literally – which metaphorically means treating people exactly the same, regardless of skin tone. I think that when racists speak out against multiculturalism, they are really saying that they hate non-whites; they don’t hate Northerners or Scottish people moving to the south of the UK, for example, despite the cultural differences. For my part, I think that the “melting pot” as exemplified by London, is the ideal picture of modern society, although of course it suffers socioeconomic segregation and many problems. I think that we should aspire to the level of multiculturalism and tolerance we see in the capital.

    I also see that I am prone to being too literal sometimes. For example, “Semitic” relates to both Hebrew and Arabic, therefore Islamophobia is anti-Semitic, technically and literally, although it’s so often used to mean “Jew hating” that the literal meaning is not relevant and I realise it’s wrong to point out that quirk of etymology.

     

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  • Step Ten: Don’t Suffer Fools

    This is a story about the hard-of-thinking…

    Doorway

    I have a friend who can only be described as a racist and an anti-feminist. It’s worth letting that sink in for a second, and then repeating. I have a friend who can only be described as a racist and an anti-feminist. How can this be possible? How could I be friends with a racist anti-feminist?

    At first, this friend began to announce his anti-feminist views publicly on social media, which was a shock to me, because I had presumed he was an educated left-wing metropolitan liberal elitist, like myself: a product of the university system, and therefore his political viewpoint and stance on such matters as racism and sexual equality could be presumed to be correct. My presumption was wrong. He began by strongly asserting his anti-feminist stance, suddenly and shockingly, in a very public manner. I did not know how to react, except through a combination of condemnation and ignoring it.

    Then, this friend began to indicate a right-wing viewpoint very publicly, on social media. This was perhaps less of a shock, given that he had shown himself to hold views which I despised, on the subject of sexual equality, but it was still nevertheless, shocking to see somebody who I considered to a be well educated, erudite and thoughtful individual, sharing content which was so right wing that it was bordering on outright racism. I did not know how to react, so I used a combination of condemnation and ignoring it.

    Then, this friend became openly racist, in public, on social media. This was again, shocking, because I never imagined that I would ever encounter a racist amongst my small group of hand-picked friends, almost all of whom have enjoyed privileged socioeconomic advantages, university educations, professions and share a similar set of politics and values. I did not know how to react, so I used a combination of condemnation and ignoring it.

    After my friend had spent some considerable length of time espousing views which I found vile and abhorrent, I was faced with a choice: should I cut all ties with this friend? It seemed to me that I was duty-bound to do so. My upbringing had provided no explicit guidance on how to handle this precise situation, but it seemed as though the right thing to do would be to pretend as though I had never been friends with my friend, and to distance myself from them as much as possible; to cover up the fact that we were ever friends and to sever all ties. It seemed like I was supposed to eject that person from my bubble.

    I realised that if I did eject that person from my bubble, then I would never have any insight into the mind of an anti-feminist right-wing racist, and I felt that it would be detrimental to me, given the homogeny of the views of my other friends. The views of all my other friends are all so broadly similar, that I had never encountered a viewpoint which I felt compelled to condemn, much less acknowledge existed: in my liberal metropolitan elite world, I thought that racism had been defeated, along with sexism and anti-feminism. I thought that there were only small pockets of knuckle-dragging racists to be found in the poorest and most deprived communities, where the poor brutes knew no better so I was perturbed that a person who had enjoyed such socioeconomic advantage might turn out to be such a racist and anti-feminist.

    I invested a substantial amount of energy in condemnation of my friend’s views, attempting to persuade him to change his ways, but I made little progress.

    I considered again, whether the wise course of action was to abandon the friendship and to block him on social media; to distance myself from him and to pretend that we had never been friends. Again, I felt as though I was committing some kind of immoral act, by not tossing our friendship into the dustbin – something I felt a weight of expectation to do without hesitation, the moment that any friend said anything which was remotely incorrect according to liberal dogma. Racism, certainly, is the ultimate taboo and I knew that it must carry the harshest penalty – immediate ostracisation, and denial that we were ever friends; immediate castigation and abandonment.

    Yet, I did not abandon the friendship.

    Does this make me a racist sympathiser? Do I endorse my friends anti-feminist views? Of course not. Do not be so ridiculous.

    Recently I’ve had the opportunity to probe the origins of my friend’s views, and quite quickly discovered where he had erred. He enthusiastically cited the extremely strong link between race and crime, in the United States – particularly that black men are disproportionately incarcerated versus the overall number of black U.S. citizens in the general population. This, for him, was concrete proof that “the races are different” and therefore his racism was justified. Naturally, I pointed out that correlation does not equate to causation, and by far the biggest cause of criminality is poverty – the race argument is null and void: the statistical link disappears when we control the wealth variable.

    My friend persists with arguments, born in the time of the eugenics movement, and pseudoscience which is regrettably ubiquitous, which appears to provide legitimate research proving a link between race and IQ. Of particular fascination to my friend was any data which showed that black people had significantly lower IQ than white caucasians. Naturally, I pointed him in the direction of how these dreadfully low-quality academic papers were published in fringe journals, bankrolled by racists, and received little or no peer review; their findings utterly discredited and the quality of the work found to be nothing better than abysmal.

    My friend and I have regular conversations, and each one is at least interesting which is far more than can be said for any discussion I might have with fools who hold viewpoints, simply because of anecdotal evidence, or because the liberal media finds the narrative to be particularly popular with its readership. If I was the editor of a left-wing newspaper, read by wealthy metropolitan intelligentsia, of course I would publish news stories about black lesbian disabled homeless women being raped and murdered by the patriarchy, because outrage sells newspapers. However, the anecdotal evidence gathered by those of us who wander around with a bleeding heart – myself included – does not have any validity, beyond our own confirmation bias: we seek out so-called evidence to reassure ourselves that our values and beliefs are correct.

    My patience has run out for idiots who waste my time, parroting media narratives instead of using their so-called intellect to direct their energies towards the truly important issues. Racism, domestic violence and sexual discrimination are very real and they cause terrible suffering, but to mistakenly believe – as so many do – that women, for example, are at greater risk than men, is demonstrably absurd and grossly incorrect. Men are 85% more likely to be violently assaulted. 79% of all murder victims are male. Again and again, the exhaustive research has overwhelmingly and incontrovertibly demonstrated the truth all around us, yet there are wilfully ignorant idiots on both the left wing and the right wing, who continue to perpetuate myths and lies. My friend the racist is just as bad as the former friend who chose to block me, because she preferred to live in her bubble, believing that women are the victims of the majority of violent crime and murder, when in fact the polar opposite is true.

    My friend the anti-feminist racist is wrong to hold the views that he does, and I hope that one day he might be persuaded by the overwhelming evidence and convincing research, but at least he is still talking to me and I am still able to challenge his erroneous thinking. The woman who I thought of as a friend, who would characterise herself as a feminist, has actually proven herself to be sexist: to deny that male victims of violence and murder far outnumber female victims, is pure delusion, driven by sexism. To block me on social media and to pretend our friendship never existed is quite typical of a sexist or other person who holds abhorrent views which they do not wish to be challenged. Only by remaining in our isolated bubbles can our wilful ignorance persist. I have lost any further opportunity to persuade – with great ease – my former friend, the sexist, of the overwhelming body of evidence which shows the appalling situation suffered by male victims of violence and murder. This is a predictable characteristic of weak-minded fools who rely too heavily upon the media to instruct them on how they should think, in place of an intellect which they sadly lack.

    My energies are presently consumed with work, health and of course, having a brief period of sobriety, which these steps partly document.

    My point this evening is simple: the world is full of idiots, and one should rely upon high quality evidence and research, not popular opinion within your social media bubble. Of course, one must be careful not to fall afoul of pseudoscience and the temptation to draw incorrect conclusions from raw statistics, but provided you keep a group of intelligent friends around you, then you will at least have a better chance that any mistaken beliefs you hold might be corrected. The ignorant idiots who wish to surround themselves with likeminded fools, are no loss, and no effort should be expended upon them. I am glad that I am friends with somebody who holds detestable views, and I feel no regret for losing the friendship of somebody who holds no views at all other than the media narratives which are pedalled by the limited sources upon which they rely on, in the absence of their own intellect.

    In closing, we should be reminded once more: men suffer dreadfully. The life of a man is virtually worthless. That suicide should have been allowed to become the biggest killer of men in the prime of their life, with few tears shed, is an awful state of affairs, and it is accompanied by other terrible things: 97% of workplace deaths, 78% of all murders, 75% of all suicides, 65% of all violent assaults… the list is virtually endless. Men are overwhelmingly the victims, yet this is not the impression which a person would gain, if they keep themselves inside their bubble.

    It’s vitally important that I maintain perspective, given that my life is at stake. This sounds hyperbolic of course, because we have been brought up to believe that men are strong, when demonstrably a man’s life is extremely precarious – the evidence is overwhelming.

    During the last couple of days of my “Sober October” I’m particularly mindful of the precarity of my existence, combined with a great deal of stress regarding my work and a matter which hangs over me, threatening to end my career. I feel unwell. I am in need of some winter sunshine. I need to take a break, having worked very hard for a lengthy sustained period. My future hangs in the balance and my health is fragile; my efforts and energies invested to reach this point presently count for nothing – no safety or security has been achieved, and things are as uncertain as they ever were.

    With this in mind, it is with very little regret that I refuse to suffer fools gladly and lose so-called friendships, to whomsoever proves to be immovable in the face of overwhelming facts, preferring instead to treat me with sexist contempt and hold little regard for the danger my life is in.

    Survival is paramount.

     

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  • LGBTQQIP2SAA

    This is a story about individualism…

    Disguise

    It’s fun to dress up. It’s fun to put on a silly voice. It’s fun to wear make-up. It’s fun act camp; to mince around. It’s fun to belong to a subculture; to be able to identify with your ‘kind’ – your clan or tribe. It’s fun to think of yourself as special and different. It’s fun to have a sense of belonging and a strong sense of identity.

    Take a walk down Old Compton Street in London’s Soho and you’ll see lots of men with shaved heads and moustaches wearing white sleeveless T-shirts. They call them clones. The clones are kinda über-masculine – they’re generally stocky, muscly men and their bald heads and moustaches accentuate their extreme masculinity. They’re so masculine that they live in an all-male world. There’s a kind of hyper-sexuality to the clones coupled with a general sense of aggression and strength. It’s notable that the clones appeared on the scene before the acronym LGBT started to gain all the additional letters, and vast numbers of teenagers started to become non-binary and pansexual.

    In a world of toxic masculinity the pressure on cisgender (i.e. straight) white middle-class men has become unbearable. Born with original sin which means that to whisper “me too” when entering the highly charged arena where everybody claims to be an oppressed victim, is to be aggressively abused by every identity group, from feminists to LGBTQQIP2SAA gender-queers. “Check your privilege” we are told, when it’s blatantly obvious that only a very tiny minority of white straight men are the ones who wield any power and control. It’s highly unpleasant to be blamed for a situation that I neither created nor supported and I have no power to change.

    Viewed as a “success object” I’m regularly asked about my ability to provide, which is like having somebody lecherously staring at my breasts. “Do you own your own home? What car do you drive? Do you have a well-paid job? Do you have a prestigious job title?” I’m asked, with a complete lack of subtlety that I’m being probed to find out if I’m wealthy and conventionally successful or not. It’s like having my bum pinched or squeezed. It’s like having a lewd pervert mentally undressing me.

    I cringe with embarrassment that I wrote a blog post [now deleted] entitled “Feminazi” once, with only a hint of irony. I was trying to annoy an ex because I was in a messed up state – very unwell – and I was suffering some rather strange thoughts and ideas. I’m making excuses where none can really be made, but that’s what I did, and I’m ashamed of myself. In the blog post I listed all the many disadvantages of being a man, such as 97% of workplace deaths, 99% of combat deaths, 79% of suicides etc. etc. Those things are all very good evidence that modern man has a pretty tough gig, but I was flirting with misogyny at times and presenting my beliefs with an unhealthy amount of anger and bitterness driving what I was writing.

    I wish I was gay.

    I’ve wished I was gay for a very long time. I’ve tried my very hardest to be gay but it’s just not for me, unfortunately.

    The reason why I want to be gay is that I’ve found the homosexual world to be more to my liking than the world in general. I like the quick and easy casual sex of Grindr. I like the flamboyancy and femininity of acting camp. I like the ‘scene’ and the identity that being gay brings – they don’t have “hetero pride” parades, do they? I mainly like the fact that I can be ogled as a sex object and be passive, with potential sexual suitors buttering me up and massaging my ego, and all I have to do is decide who I want to have sex with. In the hetero world as a cisgender man, it’s stressful taking risks, making the first move, trying to impress and having horrible knock-backs; it’s a lot of pressure to present yourself as eligible and successful, and having gone to all the effort of getting a girlfriend there can be power struggles, with sex and children used as pawns and men are the usually the ones who lose out.

    Of course by now, you’re probably screaming at the screen that it’s harder being a women, gay, trans or whatever particular thing it is that you identify as. You’re probably very offended. You probably believe that my opinion is somehow encroaching on your rights and that I’m stealing valuable airtime which needs to be used exclusively by oppressed minority groups.

    Everything I write, I worry that I’m somehow veering dangerously towards opinions that would be more at home on Brietbart. I consider myself to be an open-minded lefty liberal who’s been through bi-curious periods of life and is quite comfortable with my identity, insofar as I don’t think I’m homophobic or transphobic. I really don’t think I’m a misogynist, although I admit that I rather bristle with annoyance that men’s issues cannot be openly discussed without aggressive hostility being directed towards men who are suffering some very real and extremely horrible issues, and simply want to share their opinion and experiences. Obviously, to be lumped together with the likes of Donald Trump because I’m also a wealthy white man, is quite offensively racist – I’m not part of the so-called patriarchy just because of my skin colour and socioeconomic circumstances.

    All these things are unspeakable.

    I’m quite well aware of experiments such as this one: Two groups of psychiatrists are given identical case notes on a fictitious person, but one group is told that the person is black, and the psychiatrists in that group will view the fictitious person as much more violent, suspicious and dangerous, even though the only difference in the available evidence is skin colour. Clearly, people of colour still experience dreadful prejudice and discrimination, but we should be able to discuss other instances of prejudice, discrimination, oppression and abuse without considering certain things to be ‘off limits’. I know that anybody who said “all lives matter” in response to the Black Lives Matter movement, was heavily criticised for seemingly undermining the central point: that black people suffer a grossly disproportionate amount of police brutality, incarceration and general mistreatment by the criminal justice system. I don’t write in reply to movements which seek to reduce rape, sexual assault, discrimination, racism, bigotry, homophobia, transphobia, hate crime, oppression, exploitation and all the other awful things that are going on in the world; I write in addition. Holding and expressing my opinion does not diminish, discredit or undermine anybody else’s struggle.

    I’m on extremely dodgy ground.

    I feel vastly outnumbered. I can’t count myself amongst the angry white working-class disadvantaged men who swill lager and spout racial hatred with a St. George’s flag draped around their chubby shoulders. I can’t count myself amongst the highly-educated metropolitan liberal middle-class elites, although this is the group I most closely identify with. I can’t count myself amongst the homeless addicts and alcoholics, although this is the group I’m most socioeconomically closely related to, surprisingly. I’ve tried my very hardest to be gay but I’m clearly not able to join the LGBTQQIP2SAA club, despite my best efforts. I know that there are men like me – at least in terms of gender, sexual preference, skin colour, education and wealth – who have successfully infiltrated feminism and groups of Social Justice Warriors. Perhaps I could ally myself with a group of outraged individuals and add my angry and aggressive voice to the unified noise that they create. I would certainly like to feel that I safely belong to a group, rather than being an outlier who holds very untrendy opinions which could even be mistaken as similar to those held by horrible gangs of knuckle-dragging thugs.

    Am I a racist, bigot, homophobic, transphobic, misogynistic fully paid-up member of the patriarchy, responsible for the oppression of all the very many minority identity groups who’d gladly queue up for an opportunity to abuse me? I certainly lose a lot of sleep at night worrying that I’ve unwittingly wandered into the less extreme fringe territory of the groups that I detest: the right-wingers.

    I’m somebody who’s had a lefty liberal multicultural upbringing, and who has been open minded to the point of being almost a terrorist apologist, so desperate am I to distance myself from the Islamophobia sweeping the UK and US. I’m somebody who’s always aspired towards equality in the workplace and at home, and has lived and worked in environments more diverse than any other place on the planet: 110 languages are spoken in London, which is twice as many as the next most multicultural city. Is it possible that I’m actually the enemy? Is it possible that I don’t know myself at all, and I’m actually chomping at the bit to get swastikas tattooed all over my body and then go tell some women to get back in the kitchen, before kicking a transexual to death?

    What has happened in the world where I feel like I’ve done something wrong and I’d better keep quiet for fear of causing offence and becoming a target for abuse? Why do I feel like I’m speaking the unspeakable? Why do I feel like I’m uttering heresies which no member of the lefty liberal metropolitan elite should ever utter? Why do I feel like I’m risking further isolation, loneliness, exclusion and being viewed as the enemy by people who I like and respect?

    I wonder what my right-thinking right-on friends would say if they read this. I fear that they think I’ve been driven into the arms of the Brietbart brigade and I’ve become a nasty horrible right-wing scumbag. Is that possible? Have I missed something? Am I sleepwalking into enemy territory?

     

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  • Now is the Winter of our Discontent

    This is a story of the part of Great Britain without a voice…

    Bookie Wook

    Our media misrepresents “youths” (young people) just like they misrepresent “refugees”, “insurgents”, “benefit cheats”, “drug addicts”, “criminals”, “con men” and a whole host of other convenient ‘bad guys’ that help them to tell stories to sell newspapers, magazines and sell TV and radio advertising slots.

    I saw a TV program the other night that was criticising a small business owner for paying somebody cash in hand to work for them. Surely the real story was that this well presented, educated and posh sounding journalist was even able to get a job paying £6.50 an hour without alerting suspicions… that’s about the best job that even high-achieving school leavers and graduates can expect to get.

    The prospects for young people today are atrocious. There are not enough training contracts and apprenticeships. There are no jobs to gain the valuable experience that will make these bright, energetic, enthusiastic and hard-working people into productive members of the workforce.

    The Conservative Government has done what it normally does, which is to make the rich richer and the poor poorer, and I’m pretty angry about that.

    The Tories presided over the Big Bang, which resulted in the Yuppies and Loadsamoney generation of the 1980s, but still left big social divides. When the Tories then tried to introduce the Poll Tax, which was a massive tax on the poor, people were outraged.

    The Tories have now started to attempt to dismantle the social welfare system, leaving many unemployed, unwell and less abled people, living well below any acceptable standard for a developed Western nation.

    Have you actually spoken to people, about how hard it is for them to stretch their budgets? Have you really gotten to know what the daily problems they face are? Have you attempted to live on Jobseekers Allowance, Employment Support Allowance or Disability Living Allowance? Have you filled in the forms? Have you been to assessments, been to the centres, tried to navigate the system? No, I didn’t think so.

    Many parents have masked the problem, until now, by subsidising their children and grandchildren. This has merely propped up a completely untenable government and lined the pockets of the rich. So much money has been siphoned off into wealthy people’s pockets, with little or none of it actually reaching those who work so hard to improve the day-to-day lives of British Citizens.

    Do our Nurses feel better off under the Tories? No. Do our Teachers feel better off under the Tories? No. Do our Police feel better off under the Tories? No. Do our Firemen and women feel better off under the Tories? No. Do our Armed Services feel better off (financially) under the Tories? No.

    While the Tories have fanned the flames of nationalism and warmongering, and attempted to stoke up a culture of Union Jack and St. George flag waving. This hoodwinks the undeniable erosion of the standard of living of ordinary people living in the UK.

    Have the Tories made it any easier for people to buy their first house? No. Have the Tories made it any easier for young people to get their first job? No. Have they increased wages, or reduced rents or generally taken control of the fact that people’s debts are spiralling out of control because most young persons’ incomes are not sufficient to pay for the basic essentials for an acceptable life.

    We are living, for the first time, in a generation where our opportunities, our standard of living is significantly worse than that of our parents and grandparents. Can people afford to get married, buy a house and have kids? No.

    If you take away all hope from people, of being able to own their own little piece of the world, to put down some roots, to fall in love, make a baby and raise a family independently… you are robbing people of their self esteem. You are robbing a whole generation of the chance for them to show you just how hard working and intelligent and resourceful they are, in ‘legitimate‘ ways.

    The ‘austerity‘ has merely drained the pension pots of our parents, in supporting the children that have been abandoned by a government run by rich old people, for rich old people. These greedy greedy career politicians are so completely out of touch with what is happening in high-rise council flats in Britain’s towns and cities. They haven’t got a clue what’s happening on the huge estates and new housing developments.

    The career politician went to private school, lives in taxpayer funded flat in a gentrified enclave of wealth in London, and commutes back to a rich market town or pretty village, where they are surrounded by wealthy people who have bled Britain dry at the expense of the masses. They have never spent any time in the real world.

    There are exceptions, on the left and the right, of course, but in general it seems like the strategy of selecting a House of Commons from the most elite group of privately educated toffs who have never had to experience the welfare system first hand, might have something to do with why people are so angry and upset right now.

    The problem is, that these people have few routes to being heard in the media and affecting the public opinion of those in power. Politicians are surrounded by an echochamber of similarly minded and educated elite people, who arrived in their positions as journalists, by very much the same route as them.

    London really is a place where a politician and a journalist can live in one gentrified street, completely oblivious to the struggles in the social housing on a neighbouring street. Of course, the people in the ‘council house‘ can’t afford to shop on the super-expensive streets of London’s trendier areas, so the wilful ignorance persists, because the different socioeconomic groups never actually intermingle.

    You can’t criticise the business owners who are only supplying to demand. It is not the hipster’s ‘cereal cafe‘ that is in the wrong, but in fact the whole system that allows such disparity between rich and poor, to exist and grow.

    So, the young have ended up being misdirected into disliking the hipsters, just like they were told to hate the yuppies before. Actually, these people are the ones who got lucky or worked hardest. The people we should really be angry with are the ones who are filthy rich and didn’t work for it.

    I know it looks to many like riding a bike to work and wearing trendy clothes is all there is to the job, but actually, people in startups do at least 5 jobs each (e.g. Designer, Developer, Tester, Marketing and Sales) and tend to work at least double the hours that you would work in a regular job. They also work 6.5 days a week, and are always available on email and social media. They never switch off, because they are so passionate about their businesses. That’s why their businesses have succeeded and not just been turned into another bland chain of corporate humdrum grey monotony.

    I urge people to find their voice, and make themselves heard in a peaceful, constructive and erudite way. I’m concerned that the media will fan the flames of youth anger, racist ignorance, misguided nationalism, anti-immigration bigotry and everything else I detest about media ‘themed reporting‘ that tends to fixate on a particular narrative that engages people’s eyeballs… and therefore their wallets.

    We need to remember… the only ‘free‘ press is online, the BBC and the Observer. Everything else is paid for by a greedy rich old person with a political agenda.

    I would suggest that people start boycotting newspapers that are paid for by headlines and advertising, and TV news that shows adverts on commercial channels. Start reading opinions from individuals on Twitter who you like and trust. You will also see what’s trending, which is far more real than what is being chosen to be pushed by a news desk editor.

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