IT MUST be about 55 years ago that I read The Hate Merchant by Niven Busch (screenwriter of The Postman Always Rings Twice, 1946 version): it had a profound effect. Set in America, the protagonist is a hawker of wares with a voice that attracts attention. He attaches himself to an evangelical mission and perverts their religious message into one of racial hatred. Initially successful, eventually it all blows up in his face. He might have guessed it would, since a Senator he had worked with had used racial division as a tool to power – until it blew up in his face too. The ending is a piece of poetic justice which I won’t divulge in case you wish to read the book.
Now we have life imitating fiction because that is exactly what those in Black Lives Matter are: hate merchants, Marxists trying to gain political power by inciting racial hatred. That they haven’t been utterly condemned and ostracised in this country is a matter of cowardly disgrace for the government, the media and the businesses that toady to them. Don’t even get me started on the Church of England whose views and actions on BLM and coronavirus are beneath contempt.
There is only one piece of their perverted, hate-filled dogma that I would take on board – ‘Silence is Violence’. Yes, it is, and those who have power in this country and believe in it and benefit from it should speak out. It is the only way this pestilence will be defeated.