My World Is Almost Gone

The Western world I was born into is in danger of disappearing, as our societies are fractured into racial or religious ghettos, under the ethos of mass immigration and the 'isms'. Certainly the old certainties of Britain, Britishness and the future of a unique culture, that I and 45 million people on this island shared when I was a child, looks to be gone forever.

England During The 1960's .... Outside Of London.

When I look around the world that surrounds me today, and compare it with the world I grew up in, I can't help but feel that 'my world', along with all the values that surrounded it, and along with the future we expected from it, has gone ... never to be realised again. Consigned to the dustbin of history, the good, along with the perhaps not so good, scrapped in favour of the 'isms' of our time, and replaced by an increasingly dystopian looking present and future.

I guess if I was younger I might see this as a good thing, something to be embraced as a 'brave new world', and not something to be hesitant about, or even fearful of. But I am not younger, and I don't see what surrounds me now as all good, or exciting, but rather, the often bad consequences of ill thought out politicians decisions.

My childhood world looks now like a foreign country: 

• I was raised in a UK that was 99.5% white, with a shared history and culture stretching back to the last ice age, and with a place in written history going back to the Roman Empire.
• We were a part of Europe, but not continental in outlook or feeling. 
• We were fresh from the Second World War, with nearly every adult, either a child during it or a former participant in that conflict.
• The school maps still had red bits marked as part of the 'Empire'.

 

The Maps Still Had Red Bits On Them ~ Ghosts Of Empire Recently Lost.

• We were supposedly in the 'white heat of the technological innovation' ~ Concorde was on the way, Blue-streak rockets were to take UK satellites into space, with rocket ships and HOTOL to follow .... Dan Dare didn't seem too far away.
• We were in the early grip of the rise of the cult of the teenager - you were either a 'Beatles' or a 'Rolling Stones' fan (with the weirdies following 'Bob Dylan'), and either a 'Mod' or a 'Rocker'.
• Mini skirts were up and rising, and bobbed haircuts made every girl look like Mary Quant or the skinny Twiggy ~ obesity was virtually unknown in a society that was less than a decade away from food rationing.
• Concrete 'housing of the future' under the brutalist style was being raised everywhere, as finally the bomb damaged buildings were being replaced (I could still see bullet marks and blast marks on many older buildings when I was a kid).
• There was a Cold War going on with the Soviet Union, and it seemed that the universities were recruiting grounds for, and turning out spies such as Philby, Burgess, Mcclean and Blunt on their side, not ours.
• The future looked to be 'socialist' (with a small 's') as even the Tory administrations of the period were looking to make 'social reform' part of their agenda ... well at least not rolling back the Labour parties changes.
• Immigration into Britain from the West Indies and the subcontinent was under way, but the numbers, around 40,000, were low and not meant to be a permanent feature of our society.
• We were not in the European Economic Community (as the European Union was then known) but negotiations were proposed, and membership of a new trading block seemed like an opportunity and not a burden. 
• Council estates were full of working people, and not gangs bred from a sea of feckless single parents. In fact it was not anything unusual for working people to live in them.
• The only Junkies I had heard of then was the Ju 88 bomber and JU87 Stuka dive bomber.
• TV's were mostly rented and had few channels.

All in all, we believed that we were in the vanguard of a golden age, and if we could just avoid annihilation via the doctrine of Mutually Assured Destruction, all would be good, and the future would be bright.

This scene of a Manchester Street 1965 by Shirley Baker, was what I saw daily as a young lad and teen.

Roll on through the decades of my adulthood, and things look very different from the hopes and expectations of that time .... the society we are in now, looks increasingly fractured and broken. With a background of permanent dysfunctional underclass ghettoes, and a large number of minority peoples living here, who not only don't share or want to share the British culture (outside of the welfare benefits or economics), but of whom, some are actively working here and abroad, to destroy our societies:

• Culturally some these same groups abuse children from the native stock, because they have been left to do so by local communities too cowed by political correctness and multiculturalism to say anything.
• We are very close to leaving the EEC successor the EU, because it moved from being a trade block, to a putative 'super state', with sovereign powers assigned to it as an organisation, while remaining largely being run by unelected officials on a day to day basis (Jean-Claude Junker is an example of the new leadership).
• Technology has developed, but the British are largely purchasers and not the creators or builders of it, and similarly the space-race and space jets which were leaders in the technology of, have gone the others such as the French ~ even nuclear power, which were also world leaders in, has gone to the French.
• The Cold War has sort of gone, but now we are in a silent struggle with the New Russia and China across the globe. Elsewhere the madness that is 21st century Islam is fighting with us and everyone else with ever increasing levels of barbarity. We have had troops fighting on and off across the near east / Asia for well over a decade, with a large loss of lives, on missions that can never be won by the tactics we have adopted.
• Small socialism has lost much of its attraction as the way forward, as it has been bogged down in spiralling welfare and health service costs, to achieve its one idea policies (save the health service!), which we can't seemingly afford anyway. Also there is a backlash against the results of what seemed like liberal ideas on 'single parenthood' in the 1960's, and which has just created a massed underclass, housed on sink hole council estates, where generations of 'single' women have spawned countless kids, by a legion of feckless fathers, in order primarily to keep from ever having to join the workforce.
• Immigration was never curbed, and some governments such as that of New Labour under Tony Blair even deliberately let it rip, so that now its in the millions, and has changed us forever. It is now the biggest electoral concern for many, but none of the main political parties have a clue how to stop it anymore.
• Instead of cold-war spies we have 'terror cells' living in the ghetto communities created by mass immigration, and hardly a day goes by without arrests

So all in all, I think I can safely say that this is not the future I and the rest of the country was hoping for all those years ago, and that even the country itself has changed beyond anyone's wildest expectations back then.

Whether its for the good, I suspect lies with your age. For those who read this and for whom this is the 'norm', then it may look like the hopes of the past were too insular and one race. Whereas those whose age group and experiences mirror mine own, will, despite the advances in some areas such as health care, technology, and travel etc, feel that the aspirational future we hoped for was never achieved, and the future has landed us in a far more squalid reality.

A reality, which it seems to me to be doomed to end either in violence (civil war, revolution, race conflict), or to lead Britain down an ever steeper decline, as we fragment, firstly into the component parts of the UK, and then possibly into even smaller fragments of a greater Europe.

No Camelot for us, nor for anyone else it seems to me ....