I visited where you live this week. I took the train from Marylebone and travelled away from London through stations with names like Seer Green, Gerrard's Cross and Beaconsfield, and I watched the world around me change, becoming something I once remembered it to be. I know where you live very well, as it is where I come from, but ts a different world to where I live now, yet for how much longer?The air is fresher where you live, the land is cleaner, prettier, older and when I visit I find I still can hope.
As I travelled through station after station not only the landscape and air began to change but so did the people, they became whiter, and seemed more at one with their world than those where I had left that morning. They seemed, more relaxed, more confident and certainly more friendly and I knew why, for they are English, this was still England and it felt as if it would last forever.
I left the train and walked through your world, past tea shops, antique markets, estate agents and village greens to the two hundred year old church where I joined those who had come to celebrate and bury a much loved old Englishman. As I looked around the church at the sea of white faces and heard them sing the hymns that Englishmen have sung for hundreds of years, I felt again that this was England and that it could last forever.
Yet, it is deceptive where you live, it is somewhere you can pretend what's happening isn't and can feel that all is well whilst still knowing deep down that it is not.
Not everyone there is white, there are some black and brown faces in Tory England, but only enough to add interest and a hint of the exotic, they are not amongst you in sufficient numbers to overwhelm or frighten you, or change the face of where you live forever, well not yet anyway.
Where you live multiculturalism can seem to mean little more than having easier access to chickpeas and couscous while watching that nice George Alagiah read you the news in the evening. It does not yet mean social decay, gang crime, gang rape and that crushing sense of alienation within your homeland which has become the lot of so many of your not so far away urban brothers. To you, ethnic mixing means Jemima Goldsmith in a designer Shalwar Kameez divorcing Imran Khan and still remaining a social princess, not a battered, hollow eyed white girl condemned to grinding welfare with an ochre coloured child in a borrowed stroller.
Those changes will come, but they have not quite reached you yet.
Maybe you really believe that it never will or that there still will be enough leafy glades and white avenue ghettos to outlast your grandchildren, provided that is they can cope with the commute.
Whilst you don't have to see the destruction or have to live amongst it you pretend it isn't there or believe the politicians who speak of urban enrichment. Those of you who work in town, need only bury your heads more deeply in your paper whilst the train carrying you to the still largely white financial heart of the city hurtles through those failed but fast expanding experiments like Ruislip, Neesden, New Cross and East Croydon. Yet, how much longer can you ignore them?, for they exist and are coming your way.
Others once felt like you, at other time and in other places, Malaya in the years before the war, the white highlands of Kenya in the 1950's or the white cockney East End of London must have once felt permanent, secure and as if they would be there forever, but they are gone, and will never come back. You live in that same dusk, but there is only so long that you can ignore the darkness to come.
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After the funeral I mingled amongst the guests and mourners drinking Earl Grey tea and eating egg or cucumber sandwiches. The widow, a dying breed of lady, greeted me as “Darling” and and I marvelled at the beauty which so many seventy year old English woman of her type possess. It was beauty she had passed on to her lovely grandsons, charming, handsome young white men, one in the army, another a doctor, married to white women who don't yet see the need to dress as trash.
Do they know what they have lost, what has been stolen from them and their children? does their delightful grandmother know that the land of her birth is no more? If they do, they will not say so, as if, like the wolf at the door, to acknowledge it is there means it will finally come in.
That is the problem with where you live, it is an illusion, and one which is rapidly fading. With luck some parts of it may last another fifty years, but you have signed away your home by pretending it will last forever and ignoring the truth which is rushing your way.
Are you blind, are you foolish or just too afraid, for when night falls on Tory England where will you go?
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When it came time for me to leave, I did not want to. I wanted so much to stay in the comfortable fantasy world you live in, where everything was familiar and I could pretend that England still existed and would be there for ever. I understand why you live there, why you choose to ignore reality while you still can, but it is just a dream.
When I left you I wondered if you would still be there when I returned, I could not be sure, for, if you continue to ignore the truth, as you do now, you will not be there forever.
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15 comments:
Excellent post. Those who choose to live an illusion will suffer greatly for it, for indeed it is but a fleeting dream fraught with danger.
You've worded it perfectly ... if only our people would heed the call.
Fantastic article, Sarah, though a melancholic one...
A moving and insightful piece Sarah.
This must be the wake up call to all those who deny the feelings in their hearts.
If the deluded, but comfortably well off cannot see the truth in your words, then they should be dragged kicking and screaming, to the culturally diverse and enriched enclaves that we are forced to live in.
We the ordinary people would like them to share the results of the social experiment that is Marxism; and if they refuse to see the truth, then what they get is what they deserve.
The pretty church, and the village green, the sound of leather on willow will soon be a long lost memory.
Thank you, Sarah
The invasion is moving their way.
We have a sort of Middle England here in the NE but the major towns and cities, e.g. west Newcastle-upon-Tyne, are rapidly being 'enriched.'
The only part of the letter I'd disagree with is the bit about the few ethnics who add something of the exotic to the local scene, supposedly.
Really, they are like the forward scouts of a swarm of killer bees.
The only situation I know of where a multi-racial community really works is our younger lad's church in London, where he is a student.
But it's most unlikely that the overwhelming majority of BME members ('M' will soon stand for majority rather than minority, especially if the EU has its way of bringing in 50,000,000 + Africans, Arabs and Asians) will become KJB Baptists.
In other words, the exception proves the rule. It doesn't overthrow the rule.
A wonderful post - very evocative and moving.
Sarah, I don't quite understand; perhaps I am just too far away. The fact that these people live in a part of England that is still not yet overwhelmed does not a priori mean that they don't know what is going on, does it? Or does it?
The tone of your post seems to imply that because their part of England is still intact, they must be blithely unaware. If we went door to door, talking to each and every one of them, so that they were all intensely aware of the problem and were up in arms and ready to fight, the country side would still look the same, would it not? I would hope that it would, unless you think that road blocks and other fortifications are necessary at this time.
I do understand that it is easy for those not affected to be less than disturbed by the problem until it is too late. Is the thrust of your post that what you are calling "Tory England" should in fact be "BNP England" perhaps because the Tories have done nothing at all to save the country? If that is your point, and I think maybe it is, that is particularly a matter of how the BNP has presented itself to the people. It has not appealed very well to the class of people that vote Tory, as I see it. I think this is an area where the BNP needs to exert a lot of effort because there is a lot of potential for votes there. But it has to be presented in the right way, but people who look and speak the right way. You yourself might very well be just the person to lead such an effort.
I remember that England. I got driven out of it TWICE! Granted, it was not affluent England, but England all the same and now it's gone. My roots are gone forever.
I know what it was like to be poor. My twin brother died at four and a half in terrible pain because he was poor. I fought to make a way that might assuage his death. I now am seen as middle class and to be villified for loving an England pissed on by socialism. My stuggle for happiness is very much scorned by those who worship Blair and his breathtaking hypocrisy. You stupid, deluded socialists don't get it. The brightest and best are the only ones who can improve the lot of the poor and disadvantaged. You piss on this elitism out of envy and biterness. You are wrong.
Your post brought a tear to my eye - and I'm a Scottish nationalist. To lose one's homeland is the most painful of bereavements.
I don't understand why you directed your missive to the Tories however. The Tories represent the cosmopolitan elite who have as much fellow feeling for the English working class as they do for a Punjabi peasant. It was, after all, to provide capital with cheap labour and break British Labour Union power that the immigration/multicultural ethnic cleansing of England was began.
Now that the Labour Party has become the Tory Part Mark II there is no one to represent "England". England is gone - this is England now - http://tiny.cc/WcDox
Now that England is filled to over capacity they turn their sights on Scotland. I weep for England - I fight for Scotland.
do racists know they're racist? when you're writing about how wonderful it is to see all the white faces do you realise what you're typing or are you oblivious? do you even care?
To: Anonymous 21:25
That question could be equally, and probably more aptly addressed to you, but you are so brainwashed and deluded that you don't realise it.
A sea of white faces, without a single dark blot among them, sounds like a wonderful idea to me. Why should we not all think so?
When you wipe the kitchen counter clean, are you careful to leave a few dirt spots "for diversity"? Or perhaps you don't clean the counter at all because that promotes more diversity, not to mention certain health problems.
The dark faces among us promote health problems also, both societal and physical health problems, that we would not have if all we saw was a sea of white faces.
Anonymous, I would not eat a meal at your house, and I would not let you explain to my people how society works or fails. You clearly do not understand things the right way.
Sarah. Sorry again for commenting so late on this blog. I'm playing catch up reading your archives. You have expressed exactly how I feel about the Tories who live in the English shires. I've known many who seem the most happy to go along with the idea of multiculturalism because they don't have to actually live it. They probably think they and their children will always be able to buy their way out of the ever increasing parts of England which are being overun by immigrants so they bury their heads in the sand. Of course they're wrong and soon more and more of them will be dragged into the real England that most of us now have to live in.
Hi Ceorl
Please do not apologise, I like to hear your views, and I am delighted that people are still reading my older articles.
Sarah
Thanks Sarah
I look forward to reading the rest of your articles and I'm glad you don't mind me posting the occasional comment although I promise not to bombard you!!!
Keep writing
Ceorl
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