Yesterday, Daily Mail hack Quentin Letts was asked if he supported the evident police brutality used against those celebrating St George’s Day in London. He could hardly deny it, but instead of agreeing that this was unacceptable, rustled up a kind of word-salad, which roughly translated as “Yes, the police were brutal, but these people didn’t go to any well-known private school, so they can expect to be thrashed and ridden down by Cossacks if they appear in public.”
Quentin’s main objections were: (a) the crowd were enjoying themselves in a way which he, Quentin, would not choose to enjoy himself and (b) the gathering had political undertones in that known heroes of the dispossessed, abused, and denigrated English people were giving speeches, indicating that those attending were thinking about things which Quentin almost certainly wouldn’t agree with. Oh – and Quentin doesn’t personally care about St George, or like that flag.
Quentin also described Tommy Robinson – who has achieved folk-hero status by virtue of courage, intelligence, empathy and integrity and who had, on St George’s Day, been cleared of any of the offences which police used as an excuse to beat, assault, pepper-spray, arrest, and ban him from London – as “not a very hygenic fellow”, which is one of the most screamingly snobbish comments I have ever heard made about anyone, particularly a man whose boots Quentin is quite clearly not fit to lick, and who, equally clearly, is far more familiar with soap and water than Quentin himself.
But of course, by referring to his personal opinion of Tommy as “not very hygenic” what Quentin means is that Tommy is ‘working class’ and therefore should not think, or encourage others to think, or defend working class children against the rapists which their betters have seen fit to install among them; children who are, in the opinion of Quentin and those like Quentin, expendable in the cause of whatever whim the Quentins of the world command them to be sacrificed to.
Quentin doesn’t seem to realise that his personal opinions on any of these matters or people should be utterly irrelevant, and a cursery glance at his background explains why he is impeded, on his rare brushes with reality, by an almost deranged self-confidence, which causes his absolute inability to connect with the world inhabited by around 90% of the population of this, or any other, country.
He shares this background of privilege with the majority of MPs of all political parties and even controlled opposition Nigel Farage and Reform leader Richard Tice, who has a vested interest in mass immigration as he is a property developer. These two share Quentin’s opinion of Tommy Robinson just as they share Quentin’s background of wealth and private education – in fact, Tice has banned Tommy from joining, and expelled candidates who expressed what ordinary people feel – while Farage was content to tear UKIP apart and risk Brexit rather than allow in the hoi polloi who give a damn about our children, our homeless, and our communities being despoiled.
There are too many of these people in power, many of them are people who play at opposition or compassion, and yet are obvious establishment figures, remaining rich and assured of a voice, while ignoring the cries of those they despise. They are on the right, left and centre, and they are kept in power by the very people who they believe should be silenced – people who carry on voting for them because they are told they must, because anyone who speaks for them should be neither seen, nor heard, because there is no hope for anyone other than the Quentins of the world, who probably know best anyway.
This is of course a lie, and buying that lie is costing our lives and our country – the country which the ordinary people of this land built and defended, and made a fine place to live. Too many of us buy the lie out of the same snobbery which tells the lie – we don’t want to be one of those which the Quentins look down on so we in effect betray our own interests.
Here’s some brutal truth: the Quentins don’t want to be seen with you except at election time. Almost half the population is only one crisis away from homelessness. We are having every right we won, swept from under us. We, and our children, are in danger from an invasion orchestrated by people who see us as slightly less important than fruit-flies. We matter. Our children matter. The Quentins of this world disagree, which is why they hate Populism even more than they hate Democracy, and use it as a dirty word. In fact, Populism means “support for the concerns of ordinary people.”
For truth, integrity, and care for the concerns of the ordinary people – and almost all of us are “ordinary” – look to those who have lost money, status, freedom, reputation, safety, career and home as a result of staying true to their non-establishment cause, not those whose greatest show of genuine personal distress has been when they might not have had access to their preferred bank to park their millions.
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