Every week I write and article for the Euro Weekly News, an English-speaking newspaper covering all the major resorts of Spain and the Balearics. You can pick up a copy on a Thursday ... or read it here every week. |
Thursday 25 October 2007
Well I do declare. Surprise surprise. The British government finally decided to ask a few of the local populace what the effect the immigrant fraternity had had on their particular areas. Imagine their shock when five out of the (pitiful) eight they concerned themselves with, informed them that the result of their influx had been nothing short of disastrous. Rising crime. Drug related incidents rampant. Whole areas falling into disrepair, social services, hospitals, and doctors simply unable to cope, social unrest and crimes of violence spiraling out of control. Need I really go on? It was the look of total bewilderment on the face of the government spokesperson that struck me. 'Obviously something must be done' he bleated. No I'm sorry Mr. who ever you are. Something should have been done fifteen or more years ago when your outfit and to some extent the outfit before you, embarked on this unbelievably disastrous road to Britain's ruin. I'm an ex pop singing, court jester, who left school at fifteen and scribbles a bit, and even I was warning of a future disaster if these policies continued unchecked. If someone like me could see it all those years ago why were our presumably well educated and supposedly highly intelligent leaders, not also aware of it? Why was it even thought of, let alone be allowed to happen? There we all were, relatively happy, having survived, and supposedly won two world wars. (Even coming to terms with the fact that more money was poured into the rebuilding of our enemies countries than to our own!). We had a National Health Service that was the envy of the world. A commonwealth whose populace would, and in fact did on more than one occasion, die for us. Our institutions, hospitals and doctors could cope admirably. The worst problems we had had with our young were mods, rockers and the beautiful people with a bit of weed and a few trippers on LSD. Our prisons and institutions could cope admirably. Our school system turned out scholars and those (we assumed) were qualified to lead us in the right direction. Our technical schools produced wonderful technicians and blue collar workers of the highest order. Our economy was strong. Our trade with our commonwealth allies (who we subsequently betrayed) was flourishing, and in the main our people were happy and content. And then some wag stood up and said. 'I know, why don't we ask millions of people to come here and share it all with us?' I repeat here what I wrote in this column a couple of years ago. If I have the wherewithal to build a mansion in the middle of a cardboard city, I don't ask all who live in the card board houses to come and live in my mansion, I do all I can to assist them in building their own. Asking all in sundry to enter into you establishment and social organization is to me a painfully obvious recipe for disaster. If people haven't fought for what they have, and are in fact handed it on a plate, they have no respect for the situation whatsoever and will treat it accordingly. Sooner or later you're carefully and painfully created structure will come tumbling down, and you left standing in its ruins, with the sound of derisive lighter from the rapidly deserting populace ringing in your ears. During the recent inauguration of the new monument to those who have lost their lives in the service of Great Britain I looked in vain for an ethnic presence in the vast crowd who attended the ceremony and frankly couldn't spot one. (Although I am aware there were a small number). In the annual photograph of 'sale' shoppers on London's Oxford Street among the seething hoards of shoppers it was difficult to spot one non ethnic face. I think that just about sums it all up, don't you? Keep the faith, try and avoid the tornadoes and whatever ya do. Always keep the faith Love Leapy |
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