An open and tongue-in-cheek letter to a friend who suggested I made a politically incorrect or possibly racist statement.
Your comments on political correctness and racism made me think. While I would never call a black man a nigger in anger, or use the word spastic to a disabled person, I am a hundred percent sure that this so-called political correctness has gone too far. It harks back to the Victorian days when covers were put on a chair legs in the name of modesty.
One thing that really annoys me about this so-called political correctness is the frequency with which what we’re allowed to say changes. My girlfriend’s father suffers from extreme multiple sclerosis, and considers himself disabled. There are those in society who would call him differently abled. He has no time for such stupidity. When I was a child some children were described as slow learners. Then someone decided that such children should be called children with learning difficulties. Then someone decided they should be called children with special needs. Then somebody decided they should be called children with different needs. These days education in England has got so bad that nobody bothers any more.
30 years ago there was a popular UK television programme, “Love Thy Neighbour”. It was a very funny and harmless programme about a black couple, or is that Afro-American couple, or couple of colour? They lived next door to a white racist bigot and his long-suffering wife. Political correctionists would be shocked if this programme was ever re-transmitted, but 30 years ago it was very funny. All four actors went on to find later greater success.
Another television programme, still often repeated in England, focuses on a bedraggled bunch of elderly military reservists, and their misguided attempts at keeping German spies out of England during the Second World War. One of its greatest fans was a German colleague who thought the programme was hilarious. Let’s hope that political correctness never restricts it from our air waves.
These same correctionists have made a total mockery of the way in which we are obliged to use the English language (can I even say that any more?!). When the semantic purists started renaming manhole covers as inspection grilles, and changing chairman or chairwoman to chair, or the even worse chairperson, which sounds like a cleaning woman, sorry un-sexed cleaning operative, I decided it was too late to try and keep up.
I’m sure you will appreciate that all of what I have written is very much tongue-in-cheek. I think political correctionists would do well to spend their time deciding whether people mean offence, rather than taking offence whenever it is possibly on offer. Our next-door neighbours are from Peru, and I have nothing against them. I met him just once, and they have made no attempt to be remotely sociable. His wife is a singing teacher, and is taken to wailing opera at loud volume several times a day. It has done nothing to alienate me against Peruvians.
Several years ago the block next door, where they now live, was a corner shop run by an elderly (oh dear there I go again!) Asian couple. 30 years ago such a shop, usually an ethnic grocers and multi-product stockists was called a Paki shop, as they were invariably run by Pakistani families. These days we have to call them ethnic grocers and multi-products stockists. The word Paki is now considered a racist term, although the IBM dictation software I’m using to dictate this, recognises it as a word. Personally I hate being called a Brit, nearly as much as I dislike the staff in Indian restaurants calling me ‘Boss’, which I clearly am not.
I really do think that this political correctness and quasi-racism is going too far, as if you hadn’t already realised that from my earlier writing. I can see the day when football matches may only take place in a sterile atmosphere of polite applause, free from the cheering and light-hearted banter which create such atmosphere, not that I ever attend football matches.
There are interfering goody-goodies who try to ensure that all activities at school are non-competitive. This might make life a little bit simpler for somebody’s little darlings, but it is hardly preparing them adequately for real life. I was never an excellent student, nor a particularly gifted sportsman, except in one field, pun intended, but I certainly tried as hard as I could in all activities even though I invariably knew that I was doomed to failure
I think people should be able to speak freely, as long as they do not deliberately aim to cause offence. Isn’t there something like that in your (US) constitution? Thinking back, one of the worst examples of racism I have ever encountered came up when I was training an Asian man several years ago. He had spent some considerable time being assisted by telephone by an Afro-Caribbean colleague born in England. I arranged for the two to meet, to facilitate a better working atmosphere. After the brief introduction the Asian man said to me that he was surprised that an Afro-Caribbean man could have been so knowledgeable and helpful. That was 10 to 15 years ago and it still amazes me today.
35 years ago I was just too young to vote in a UK referendum to decide whether we should join what was then called the Common Market, or European Economic Community. Year-on-year it gets closer to being a United States of Europe. We are becoming increasingly governed by the lawmakers in Brussels. On Thursday we have the opportunity to vote for members of the European Parliament. UKIP, the 15-year-old United Kingdom Independence Party expects to secure enough votes to win second place. They are pledged to getting us out of Europe.
A final thought, when we were in Boston three years ago, I bought a Confederate army cap from a Boston Museum. I wore it one evening and a Yankee, a very good friend of ten years thought I was putting my life on the line, probably the Mason-Dixon one.