A pro-BNP (or at least non-anti-BNP) voice in the British mainstream

Paul G. writes

James Delingpole’s latest column in the Telegraph is about the only reasonable thing I’ve read on the BNP, outside of VFR.

LA replies:

If VFR has been helpful in that area, due credit should be given to Robert Locke, who, while he hasn’t been writing much in recent years, was instrumental, in private correspondence, in getting me to see the genuine process of reform that Nick Griffin was carrying out within the BNP, a change reflected in many ways that only a willfully blind person could not see by now.

As for Delingpole’s column, other than his rather standard conservative approach to the immigration program (it’s caused by society’s lack of effort to assimilate the immigrants, and has nothing to do with whether the immigrants are assimilable), it represents a refreshing change from the usual. The closest the usual comes to defending the BNP is to say, “Yes, argghh, the BNP addresses problems the major parties ignore, but the BNP is the incarnation of absolute evil and you must eschew them, you must abhor them, you must loathe them with every atom of your being.” Delingpole, while not positively supporting the BNP, says they represent a legitimate point of view and deserve a fair hearing. Also, his mockery of the swooning-in-horror attitude of the right-thinking (i.e. left-thinking) British at the very thought of the BNP is amusing.

However, he should not be wearing a T-shirt in the photo in the Telegraph

Here is the column:

Enough drivel about the BNP already
Posted By: James Delingpole at Jun 9, 2009 at 11:55:36 [General]

God, I am sick to death of the BNP. I don’t mean the party—they only got two seats in the Euro Elections, for heaven’s sake—I mean all the rival politicians and commentators and dinner party chatterers falling over themselves to say just how utterly disgusted they are by this victory for the racist “far right.”

In yesterday’s Twittersphere the talk was of little else and the subtexts of every Tweet could be loosely translated thus: “See what a caring, lovely, non-racist person I am?”,”Do you know just how many black people are close personal friends of mine? An awful lot, let me tell you”; “I have a West Indian supermarket near me. It sells all sorts of marvellous ethnic things: smelly dried fish, ackee fruit. The proprietor is a delightful fellow and we always have a jolly chat. Did I mention he’s black? Well he is and it doesn’t affect our relationship one bit”; “Oh, well I live next to an Indian restaurant and I so much prefer a lovely Sag Aloo to fish and chips with their awful racist Union Jack connotations. Kinder to the environment too. And the chap who runs it has taught me to say “two Cobra beers and some spicy poppadoms” in Gujerati.” etc.

Next time, what I suggest these people do is come clean and Tweet the subtext. At least then we won’t to have endure their half-baked, ill-thought-out, glib, bien-pensant inanities sullying one of the most important political debates of our age.

The people who voted BNP are on the front line of this debate. They don’t have the luxury of being able to nip in and out of a cornucopia of simply marvellous ethnic food shops, and thrillingly directional Grime Bhangra clubs and delightful arthouse cinemas selling wholemeal samosas and showing seasons of Iranian cinema, before retreating to their lovely safe white enclaves. It’s on their doorstep, all the time, and there’s no escape: for the white working classes (of the North and North East especially) multiculturalism has been a disaster.

And this isn’t, pace some tedious bien-pensant commentators, about racism pure and simple. It’s partly about immigration numbers—far greater than the indigenous communities are capable of absorbing without disruption. Mainly, though, it’s about assimilation.

The racial tension and unrest in Britain now would not be half so great if were not for the fact that thanks to the imbecilic liberal-leftist philosophy of “multiculturalism” two generations of immigrant communities have actually been encouraged by the apparatus of state and at taxpayer’s expense NOT to assimilate. In some areas of towns in the north—Bradford, for example—white people are made to feel that they don’t belong any more. And these white people whose families have been there for generations are supposed to go, what, exactly? “Ah! Bless! Bah gum I don’t ‘alf love living in this wonderful melting pot”?

However dangerous the BNP are—not, in fact, very, I don’t think—they’re not nearly so dangerous as the liberal commentators who write meaningless “Thought For The Day” drivel like “Far better would have been to enjoin our principal parties to get their act together and offer a viable politics of hope to eclipse the dark underbelly of society.”

Every time a politician, media commentator, or glib dinner-party-chatterer bangs on about how disgusting they find the BNP, what they are unwittingly (at least I hope it’s unwittingly) doing is shutting down the debate. “Here is a topic so beyond the pale of reasonable discussion that the only proper reaction is to pass the smelling salts, bury your head in the sand, and hope it all goes away,” is what they are saying.

But it won’t go away. Read Mark Steyn’s America Alone: the Islamisation of Europe—it’s one of the pressing problems of our age. (Why the hell do you think Geert Wilders did so well in the Euro Elections? You think, what, people just liked his crazy name?). Unchecked—and almost worse—unassimilated immigration is a threat to all Western countries.

And it’s not “racist” to want to discuss this issue. It doesn’t automatically make you hateful or a Nazi or the next Nick Griffin. It just means that you think.


Posted by Lawrence Auster at June 10, 2009 07:51 PM | Send

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