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.
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.
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| 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.
