FOR even the jauntiest conservative, the outlook has probably been brighter. As if a decades-long Marxist cultural coup wasn’t enough, we now discern the lineaments of the bio-state.
The two are, of course, intertwined: symbiotic enablers of the Big Government takeover. A depressingly large swathe of the population is in thrall, another meekly acquiesces.
Have faith. For the ‘progressives’ and Covid cultists who, as if in some macabre limbo dance, compete to bring Britain lower and lower, there will be a day of reckoning. A great country can’t and won’t lie down for ever.
Perhaps it will be through the ballot box, perhaps through cultural counter-revolution. But with truth on our side and courage in our hearts, the control freaks will be brought to book. Quite when is the great imponderable.
With New Puritanism on the march, we face a long Cavalier Winter. Then again, less worthy causes play a waiting game, and with profit; why not ours?
When the nightmare is over and, one hopes, Nuremberg-style justice dispensed, there will be much work to do, immense damage to be repaired – where it can be. Amid the urgency and toil of a Great National Recovery, though, the heroes must be honoured.
I don’t principally mean the movers and shakers, the generation of patriot-leader who will – who must – emerge. Their words and deeds will be well chronicled. I’m thinking of the unsung casualties despised by all dogmatic movements, the ‘little people’ we don’t hear enough about, or from.
Redress will come not from a contrived Truth and Reconciliation Commission, nor some maudlin Day of Compassion. Rather, from elevating these people’s stories into mainstream culture, where they belong.
That culture was long ago annexed by a spineless phalanx of luvvies; purveyors, as it laughably transpires, of nothing more cutting edge than crushing ‘liberal’ uniformity.
That flag-bearers of authentic reporting, including sites like this, are labelled ‘alternative’ is one of the injustices of our times. They should be on the outside looking in, not us.
The range of potential subject matter is vast. Concerning our maniacal response to Covid, personally I can’t shake the thought of care home residents. On the new critical landscape, the sheer scale of the needless misery inflicted on them and their loved ones will, one trusts, fully emerge.
Books and documentaries, even plays and films, will abound on this topic. Readers and viewers will recoil at the scale of suffering up and down the land: confused elderly people, their final months blighted, wondering why their relatives – themselves at their wits’ end – couldn’t visit; trapped in ‘Safetyland’, their last image on this Earth an obscured face, not a comforting smile.
Likewise, tales of lost family businesses, loneliness and separation, mental and physical horizons narrowed, conversations not struck up and relationships not formed, and, of course, vaccine coercion and injuries, a genre in its own right; all rich matter post-victory for the new breed of reporter, author, programme-maker and playwright.
Victims of Leftism are equally under-represented in the mainstream. This will also change. The disastrous effects of ‘diversity’ on ‘community cohesion’ will loom large. We’ll learn more about migration from the capital, the unlooked-for flight of numerous London families without a ‘racist’ bone in their bodies, some of whose ancestors welcomed Julius Caesar.
Equally, the gnawing sense of dislocation amongst the younger generation. There will be penetrating portraits of the confused primary schoolchild questioning his or her gender; of the pupil in secondary school, seeing through the climate change swindle but surrounded by brainwashed classmates; of the student at university, perhaps with older parents, who knows Britain has been a beacon to the world, yet hears it relentlessly traduced in the lecture hall; and of older folk, too, whose contented relationship with our country’s history the Left tries so hard to violate.
Here’s the solace: We will view this material sorrowfully, but at least with a reasonably clear conscience. The same can’t be said for the countless culprits, and those who stood by.