My last post detailed the racist abuse that has befallen me since I joined a Facebook group that described itself as a no-holds-barred humour group. Taking the group at its word, I engaged in open, honest banter; but it turned out that this was a privilege enjoyed only by the group’s overwhelmingly white membership, and not by me, a turban-wearing Sikh. To my shock and horror, the group was a race-hatred group – nothing more or less. Despite reporting them and the subsequent abuse I’ve suffered to the police, the group continues to operate, albeit under a superficial banner of political correctness; and I and my 70yr old sister remain vigilant about attempts to murder us – collating a gallery of photos, of the faces and car registration numbers, that follow us during our excursions outside home.
The ongoing matter lays bare the hypocrisy of the so-called indigenes of the UK. They demand integration by people of colour while actively preventing a turban-wearing, lifelong, senior UK citizen from exchanging humorous quips on par with themselves. If I’m stripped of what is frankly my English sense of humour, because of how I look, then what does that say about the call to integrate? That it’s a lie; because as integrated or English-like as you might become, you will always be an ‘other’; the indigenes will always find a way to make you an outsider.
The truth is that the English cite political correctness about integration, but it is evident that we’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t. Remain insular and closed off, and you become a target of race-hatred; make visible your British traits and characteristics, and, well, you become a target of race-hatred.
In fact, since we became targets following the Facebook fiasco, things have moved on: the whites have gotten West Indian youths involved, and they are now waging a campaign of race-hatred against me and my sister, including an imminent physical attack on us.
Here’s the thing though: if my family and I are hurt, there are certain groups of people – in whom we’ve confided the identities of our imminent attackers and those inciting them – who will retaliate.
On the macro-scale, the ongoing killing of brown bodies will cause business deals, foreign exchange, and foreign investment to dry up. Brexit has yet to bite, and already we can see the effects of chasing out hard-working migrants, whose jobs remain vacant because indigenous Britons won’t take them.
And here’s the irony: modern Britain and its financial solvency is due solely to immigrants. Chase us out and the United Kingdom will become a mirror-image of both Idi Amin’s Uganda and Robert Mugabe’s Zimbabwe.
A further irony of British racism is this: Europe, including Britain, was once the playground of the old Arya (Indian) Empire. Traces of this history remain, for example in the Sanskrit root and origins of many words; and in the dark skin and hair of many so called British indigenous people – a legacy of the Arya who chose to remain after the Empire ended.
And for those who think there is such a thing as a single white race, historical maps of Britain and Europe show this to be a myth. Indeed, during the early twentieth century, US Immigration classed many newcomers from the continent as black, including the Irish, Italians and Jews, such was the depth of miscegenation among Aryans and later Caucasian settlers.
To this day the Irish, Scots and Welsh are treated as inferior subjects by the English. And in the context of Brexit, they – like other non-whites in the country – are becoming emboldened to say: enough is enough. In recent days, for example, the home countries have sought to break away from the stranglehold of the English by demanding the right to negotiate with the EU as independent entities.
Everywhere England is facing a negative sea change in opinion and tolerance. Those who were once hospitable and forgiving are turning resistant and hostile. For so long we – the ‘others’ of the UK – immersed ourselves in the whiteness of England. We did so despite knowing that the structure, system, and institutions of the country were designed to prevent us from reaching our full potential; and despite knowing that no matter how English our humour or frames of reference our bodies were always at most risk of being threatened, stopped in their tracks, and incarcerated.
To each hater, I wish a long life. I wish you get your ‘white’ England. When you do, be sure to not go abroad for holidays, or buy foreign-produced goods. Let’s see how your insular country survives.
East Africa is begging its expelled Asians to return, especially the Sikhs. None are going back. Once the people you refuse to accept as part of the country are made to leave, they will never return. You won’t stand a chance of enjoying things as they are today: that is, being a land where others will want to live and work, even on slave-like wages.
Recent history shows that countries that have welcomed Sikhs flourished far in excess of their own natural ability.
In me you have picked a fight with an old fashioned Sikh. I am an old fashioned warrior. I’ll die, but will I cower to your race-hatred intimidation?
I give you my word as a Sikh – I will not die alone. My patience has a limit. If I feel any threat to my sister, rest assured I will protect her and if that means you get killed, then so be it.
I’m going to live as a free man.
The sad part is the tossers who partook in the original FB group are hiding, and inciting others to fight their fight.