It was madness, it was good fun . . . showing the rich people we can do what we want . . . it’s the governmen’s fault. The Conserva’ives, Yeah, wha’ever it is . . . who it is. I dunno.
Derek Turner at Alternative Right has
kindly posted the above tale, recounted by, as he puts it, one of 'two girl geniuses interviewed by BBC Radio 4, sitting in the street at 9.30am drinking stolen rosé to refresh their maidenly parts after a hectic night of after-hours shopping.'
The destruction of the above-pictured historic Carpetright Building (survivor of the Blitz), as well as countless other homes, businesses, cars, livelihoods, and lives these last five days in England seems to have taken most observers completely by surprise.
Not here.
The riots' origins in an Afro-Caribbean immigrant neighborhood, of course, surprised few. Europe's
slow colonization by its erstwhile colonized these last forty years has birthed so much urban violence that it's nearly benumbed us. Just another part of the landscape at this point: 'Welcome to Europe, don't miss our charming Biergartens, our incomparable
croissants, our car-torching immigrants...'
But the photos don't lie. This orgy of mindless destruction and theft may have been launched by Afros, but their ranks were fast swelled by an army of
pure-souche, homegrown, sons-of-the-soil Englishmen, many of whom managed to rival and even surpass their Afro counterparts in pure, blind, destructive fury.
The surprise at
this is what surprises
us.
How such a great number of indigenous English, the sons and daughters of the old salt-of-the-earth working class of yesteryear, could have reverted into a Hobbesian state of near-total savagery is in fact an easy question to answer. All that's required is a quick mental trip. Extend us your hand, dear reader, for this jaunt we can go anywhere you like really, but just for fun, let's go far.
Let's go to China.
