Every era has its own political boilerplate, statements that can be unthinkingly uttered to win you friends whilst gaining you few enemies that matter.
These are based on the taboos, prejudices and groupthink of the times. If you wish to play to the gallery, after all, you need to know what they like. And once you have that you can soak up the cheap applause:
Deleted 3 school pals from my facebook for sharing Britain First bullshit videos. Nowt more depressing findin out someone you know is racist
Right now in our island’s history, it is a bad time to be a racist. Better, perhaps, than when New Labour felt confident enough to “rub the Right’s nose in diversity”, but much worse than the decades following the Second World War, and especially the old days of the Empire which rather shows up the institutional racism we now practice.
Fascism is in similar straits. The fringe left in Britain loudly proclaim their commitment to combating it, but the modesty of this was highlighted by the groups themselves when they confronted some chapter of the far right at Piccadilly Circus in a London demo earlier this year. As the lefties accurately observed at the time: “There are a lot more of us than you.”
Sniping at fringe righties, far from being brave and edgy, is thus the definition of the punching downward that comedians on the Left are supposed to disdain. After all, the front benches of the Commons are not stocked with “closest racists” (in prime minister Call Me Dave’s phrase) but with those that largely hold socially liberal views, especially as regards migration.
True enough, there are some establishment backers of the Kippers and their political kin. But as anybody with a brief acquaintance of these groups could tell you, they are largely made up of white, working-class, middle aged men – in other words those that the Islington intellectuals in Labour used to court, but now treat with disdain and mockery.
There’s no sorrow in the fact that racism is treated with scorn and hostility, nor that fascism or homophobia is given the same reception in most civilised quarters. But there’s no nobility in trashing the ignorant, inarticulate and inept, and nobody should pretend otherwise.
Identity politics is often petty, shrill, and divisive. But few practitioners of the art will openly tell white men that they are not welcome at the victim party.
Not so one Bahar Mustafa, 27-year-old student welfare and diversity officer for Goldsmiths University in London. Last month she organised a meeting to push her agenda around “diversifying our curriculum” and other worthy goals. Unfortunately she also encouraged white men to stay away from the event, telling them “PLEASE DON’T COME”.
The media shitstorm was suitably bracing. And in fairness to Mustafa she hardly “banned” the penis-wielding whiteys from the event, nor did she say they couldn’t help with the, er, “struggle”. But only a few weeks later this corking video has emerged:
The victimhood gambit starts almost from the word go, with Mustafa claiming: “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I represent the most marginalised people at Goldsmiths.” This is a hard claim to stomach given that Goldsmiths tends towards the arts, and indeed figures taken from Goldsmith’s very website confirm that Mustafa is in the majority on the gender front.
In the person of colour stakes she does better, but bearing in mind Britain is 87.2% white according to the CIA, Goldsmiths’ white populace of 62.2% leaves people of no colour a bit underrepresented. (No doubt on discovering these vital facts the appropriate department will investigate this heinous anti-white conspiracy that is clearly unfolding at one of our treasured universities.)
Already then our diversity guru is a bit dicey on the facts, but it soon gets better:
“I, an ethnic minority woman, cannot be racist or sexist towards white men, because racism and sexism describes structures of privilege based on race and gender, and therefore women of colour and minority genders cannot be racist or sexist, since we do not stand to benefit from such a system.
“In order for our actions to have been deemed racist or sexist the current system would have to be one which enables only people of colour to benefit economically and socially on such a large scale, and to the systematic exclusion of white people and men, who for the past 400 years would have had to have been subject to colonisation.
“We do not live in such a system; We do not know of such a history. Reverse racism and reverse sexism are not real.”
What, one wonders, would Mustafa make of the Kipper and known woman Rozanne Duncan, who earlier this year said in a BBC documentary that she had “a problem with negroid features”? Most Britons would describe such a statement as racist (to use Google’s definition: “having or showing the belief that a particular race is superior to another”), but were Mustafa in charge Duncan could receive a pussy pass.
(Unless women are only exempt from sexism and people of colour from racism. If so this web could get quite tangled.)
Curiously, and in spite of allegedly being from a working class family, Mustafa also omits to mention whether the oily plebs are immune when it comes to bigotry too. Are the only racists and sexists graduates of Eton and Oxbridge? The public surely has a right to know.
At this point we are only getting started on the defence’s case for butthurt. Mustafa not only believes that there is an “ongoing project to dehumanise” her and her, ahem, “non-binary” cronies, but she also says the phrase “white supremacist capitalist patriarchy” without so much as a knowing wink.
Then follows this choice passage:
“The thought of black people holding positions of power frightens white supremacy, a system built on and sustained through the oppression of BME [black and minority ethnic] people, minority genders and the cheap labour of immigrants.”
“People who benefit from white supremacy will never truly understand what it feels like to be remindedof the trauma of their ancestors’ oppression.”
Most Britons will of course shudder at every mention of those cads the Romans, whose wholesale oppression of the British people still inflicts deep wounds. (And that’s without mentioning those pilfering Vikings, perfidious Normans and petulant Belgians whose banana-straightening edicts taunt us to this day.)
Generously, Ms Mustafa saves the best until near the end, where she describes inertia, indifference and scepticism towards her victimhood as a kind of “violence”. “Your silence is violence,” she says. “And we wear the scars.” With logic like this she no doubt has a stellar career in academia ahead of her.
Times must be tough in Goldsmiths if they cannot afford dictionaries. Or Google.