LETS TEACH JOHNNY FOREIGNER SOME VALUES - EH?

LETS TEACH JOHNNY FOREIGNER SOME VALUES - EH?
Britain is waking up to immigration problems a bit late in the day, they say it is better late than never but is that really so? Talking about immigration has been the modern day equivalent of Puritans talking about sex. Now we are talking about it but getting all our wires crossed, a deluge of issues are swirling in our collective conscience and blurring the lines beyond comprehension. Terrorism, integration, migrant workers, British values, border security and a host of other issues are all seen in the same context.
We are trying to correct 50 years of multi-culturalism with legislation that will affect only new immigrants. Multi-culturalism which is the supposed co-existence of several cultures is now seen to be a failure when only a few years ago it was seen as one of the defining successes of modern Britain. So what happened in the intervening time? Where did it all go wrong? The emergence of home-grown terrorism has something to do with it. The mass-immigration of the last few years has a lot to do with it. Suddenly Britain doesn’t know where it stands anymore.
In the post-war era Britain needed an influx of labour; people from the colonies duly obliged and sailed the high seas to help the very nation that was sometimes oppressing and exploiting them. These immigrants needed a place to stay when they got here, quite often the immigrants found themselves living in third-world conditions alongside working-class whites. There started a chequered co-existence between immigrants and the working classes. The middle-classes could afford the luxury of ‘white flight’ but the rest were left like frogs in a dank bucket to squabble over housing and preferential treatment. The ‘Darkies’ could be restricted to one part of town so the Jerusalem of suburbia could remain untainted.
We were happy to have immigrants staying in their own part of town; but when these Ghettos became breeding grounds for terrorism we decided to do something about it. The sight of an old Pakistani man crouched over and hobbling in the cold with only the light cotton cloth of his traditional wear and his long beard blowing in the wind. His English is just a bad as it was when he left Baluchistan; he has had great-grandchildren in the 40 years he has stayed here. This sight is a damning indictment of multi-culturalism, partly the fault of society in failing to coax him out of his cultural separatism and partly his fault in failing to deal with his fear of change.
It is very possible to spend long periods of time in this country without speaking English; I am Rwandese and can spend a whole weekend in a Rwandese bubble without uttering a word of English. I can go to Rwandan bars, restaurants, you name it and all this in a small community, imagine if there were millions of us instead of a few thousand. The result of this is most Rwandese don’t speak good English, are stuck in low-income jobs, have poor housing and all the effects that go with that. Quite often they feel excluded and discriminated against. The irony is that some working class whites think they get preferential treatment as if all immigrants get a Rolex and Gold card on entry to this country.
The white working-classes are not the villains of this piece; they have born the brunt of the negative effects of immigration yet they have taken all the steps to integrate with wave after wave of newcomers. They have intermarried, changed their dietary habits, bitten their tongues when they wanted to scream and all of this because of their British tradition of just “getting on with it”. One of the reasons why immigration has become touchy among the chattering classes is the upward mobility of the previous waves. After years of sacrifice and maybe the rising house prices has lead to immigrants moving out of the ghettos to the leafy suburbs. But how can they be immigrants? After 50 or 60 years of being here, if they were white they could change their name to Smith and be as British as John Bull, but their skin-tone will always be a living reminder that they don’t fully belong here.
In the aftermath of the 7/7 bombing I heard a White workmate (who I can utterly vouch for as not racist as his child is mixed-race) he remarked about the bombers and I quote “If they hate this country, they shouldn’t come here!” Bearing in mind these bombers were born and bred here, it underlined these basic misunderstanding Brits have towards immigration. They view it as something happening when it happened 60 years ago; if those boys were white they would probably have joined some lunatic fringe of the anti-globalisation movement. What do you do and where do you go when you utterly despise the country you call home?
Every second generation of immigrants has to deal with their parents failure or success in integrating. That is what the 7/7 bombers had to deal with, a sense of duality of not fitting in either world, so the evil world of extremism is only too happy to oblige. A favourite saying of the British is “Tarring them all with the same brush” and this is what is going on. We can’t force a small part of the Muslim community to integrate but we can make it harder for future citizens to achieve their basic rights. Tarring them all with one brush would be fairer that what would be seen as racism or Islamophobia.
So the notions of empire are re-enforced, the ‘white mans burden’ is back and he must teach these natives the basics of civilisation, again. But the sad fact is that the British can learn a lot from the immigrant communities. The first thing is family values; I was once with one of my English friends when a man walked past us and they shared a nodding glance. This man turned out to be his uncle, his mothers brother, as an African the thought of not revering an elder is shameful. Family breakdown is at the heart of all the anti-social behaviour we suffer from. The sad thing is if I wanted my family in Africa to come and see me it would cost me thousands and several months wrangling with the Home Office; so I would travel to Manchester to see a second or third cousin.
The second lesson would be hard work, migrants are only to happy come and slave away for £5.60 per hour. They take pride in their work no matter how low and demeaning. They have a sense of duty to their fellow man that has long been lost in this country. They are more likely to have strong personal faith, as the churches in this country are full of immigrants, as are the mosques.
So what is the solution? Well we don’t even know what the problem is. Are there too many foreigners? Are they not integrating? Are they getting special treatment? Are they changing this country? One thing is for sure; Britain can’t go on creating racial under-classes to solve its problems.