IT seemed last year that we might have hit peak woke. From here on in, the right-thinking hoped, we could start getting back to normal.
Being locked in, we told ourselves, was the cause of the outbursts on our streets – the Cenotaph being attacked, our statues torn down. When life returns to normal, so might the culture, we optimistically thought.
And yet here we are – it’s 2022, the year of Soylent Green, the 1973 sci-fi film in which a cruel elite feed the population with processed human corpses.
While we are thankfully not yet facing mandatory cannibalism, we are being forced to imbibe ever more extreme and increasingly harmful woke ideology, pushed by the state broadcaster and academia. And the effect on our body politic is just as poisonous.
Those who saw in the New Year with BBC television were treated to a poem, delivered by Giles Terera, that was unbearably, that was leg-crossingly cringeworthy – invoking Marcus Rashford, Paralympians, Tom Daley, Emma Raducanu, and even COP26 as the best of Britain.
Terera must have felt pleased with himself for having managed to not mention a single straight white person by name. The artifice that mainstream television has created about the demography of Britain is absurd. Viewers don’t see the same country looking back at them from their screens. They certainly don’t see Wigan, Stoke, Workington or Bolsover.
It’s not just television. Our most sacred institutions, including the courts, are succumbing to the pressure – as we saw when juries astonishingly acquitted the Colston statue-topplers and the Extinction Rebellion train blockaders. You don’t need to imagine what would have happened if the defendants had been Right-wing protesters.
Elsewhere in the media, alleged historian Simon Elliot sat down with GMB presenter Alison Hammond to talk about the Roman Emperor Septimus Severus. Elliot claimed Severus was a ‘black man’. In fact, he was Italian on his mother’s side, and Punic, or Western Mediterranean, on his father’s side.
However, keen to run with the lie, the accomplishments of Severus were talked up, as though he, the only ‘black’ emperor, was superior to all others. He built the walls around the City of London, Elliot explained excitedly.
Woke politics is being broadcast as fact, while all the while we are being lectured about Joe Rogan being the fount of misinformation. It’s one thing to omit white people from our screens, but to recolour them is to make Orwell blush.
Consuming mainstream media now is to be machine-gunned with bullets of inexplicable craziness. The media widely reported that a ‘British man’ committed a terrorist attack on a synagogue in America, and that coverage dominated our screens in a way quite distinct from the terrorist outrages in Reading and Liverpool.
A recent Radio 4 broadcast uncritically aired an author who referred to herself as a ‘fourth generation Hawaiian resident’, so as not to offend Hawaiian natives by claiming to be Hawaiian herself. It’s blood and soil nationalism accidentally being pushed by the wokesters. And before you can gasp for air, Keir Starmer starts talking about how we need a female Bond.
You can’t escape from the madhouse by retreating to your phone or being online. My alma mater emailed me recently to invite me to celebrate LGBTQ+ History Month, boasting a range of ‘talks, screenings and workshops’ as well as the opportunity to ‘discover the history of a village in Lesbos, which has been visited by hundreds of lesbians since the 1970s’.
My current institution used its app on my phone to tell me Chinese New Year was taking place. It goes without saying it didn’t do the same for Christmas.
And while those who have hijacked our institutions suck out the oxygen from the room – from enforcing debates about whether barrister’s wigs are racist to whether air conditioning is sexist – illegal immigration was six times higher this January than in the previous year.
Violent crime and stabbings are reaching historic highs. The cost of housing asylum seekers in hotels is in the billions. And who knows what could be about to happen on the Ukrainian border?
Increasingly insane things are being said to desensitise us to what comes next, to normalise the most extreme positions imaginable, to the point that criminality is legalised.
Recently, at the Oxford Union, one invited speaker argued that ‘animal eating requires complicity in a new colonialism’ and that ‘assuming the best protein is in an (animal) corpse is racist’.
Perhaps she’d rather have us eat Soylent Green instead. And perhaps we will be eating it, if we don’t put the brakes on this Kafkaesque runaway train within which we are trapped.