ON Thursday afternoon on BBC Radio 2, Jeremy Vine was wondering how many of the 30 guests at Prince Philip’s funeral would be white and whether the event would be ‘diverse’.
His commentary reminded me of the hours directly following William and Kate’s wedding; three minor celebrities, one a journalist, Simon somebody or other, commented that the guest list should have been more diverse and I recall feeling sad. The reason why this sadness has stuck in my mind since that day in April 2011 is because normally when I hear such woke piffle I feel angry, so I was surprised when I identified the emotion I felt that day as sadness.
The same thing happened on Thursday afternoon. Such comments ram home the human cost of extreme Leftism, not in terms of economics, politics and their many resultant issues such as crime, poverty, and the jobs market, but the more subtle, yet hugely important aspects of being human, what we might call ‘the little things’ although they are everything but.
I’m talking about the joy of our upcoming wedding day or the grief following the loss of a loved one. The plans we excitedly make for the former and the all-pervading grief we feel for the latter.
But none of this matters to Lefties. The milestone events and causes of celebration throughout life are but trifling matters which it now appears should be secondary to ensuring that every little thing, even bereavement, must be placed on the back burner while we take time out to ensure that we are suitably diverse in our thinking, feeling and the plans we make.
What planet do these people live on that it doesn’t occur to them that in real life a jubilant bride-to-be or a grieving widow does not think in terms of ‘how much boiled ham should I order for the sandwiches? Oh, and I need to make sure I invite some black people’?
If we have now reached the stage in The Long March where Leftists believe that wokery ought to trump all other considerations it proves, if any proof was ever needed, that their ideology is monstrously toxic. It appears nothing is safe any longer from their far-reaching poisonous tentacles. How empty, unhappy, and unfulfilled does a person have to be to think the way they do?
If this is the world we live in I’m glad I’m middle-aged. They are filling the heads of our young people with this stuff relentlessly via ‘unconscious bias training’ and ‘critical race theory’. I’m assuming that another ten years from now some brown people will be reduced to items on the wedding shopping list or the funeral’s order of service. ‘Items’ feels terribly racist.
I could weep at such irony.