MAKING my way home from the Tommy Robinson demonstration in London on 9th June, I crossed the bridge to the south bank of the Thames to find a very different atmosphere.
It was early evening and the metropolitan elite filled the patios of wine bars and restaurants, enjoying their al fresco cuisine. Like the privileged class in the classic Morrissey song on ‘Vauxhall and I’, these cultured diners had no idea that a popular revolt had begun across the river.
‘War was declared, days ago, but they didn’t know – the lazy sunbathers’ This blissful unawareness of the festering social strife is understandable when you consider the status of those who are trying to make their point.
The lower social classes are no longer respected as the bedrock of society. Their jobs have been largely replaced by the forces of globalisation, with factories moved abroad, cheaper immigrant labour and automation. In their downtrodden existence, evicted from their capital city and other major cities by house prices and mass immigration, they are out of sight, out of mind.
Since Tony Blair’s ‘new dawn’, a privileged middle class has taken over the Labour Party, depriving the original constituents of representation.
The intelligentsia has settled into complacency, assuming that society is progressing from its past of petty nationalism and prejudices towards a multicultural utopia.
Stupid white men complaining about immigration and Islam are safely restrained by the organs of state. The law, increasingly tuned to the progressive values of moral relativism and identity politics, is upheld by police forces that seem to compete with each other for the most politically-correct image.
In doing so, they have lost the trust and respect of the common people. Their priorities have changed from serving us to state surveillance.
I genuinely feel for the beleaguered officers of the Met and other forces. They are not to blame for the ideological nonsense and strategic blunders of their leaders. At the Free Tommy demo it was very obvious that the police were unprepared for the wave of anger.
A totally unnecessary police line was formed to stop people from leaving Whitehall when already many had reached Trafalgar Square. ‘Where were you in Rotherham?’ chanted the crowd. The thin blue line was sandwiched, and after smacking a few protestors with batons, twenty officers in riot helmets scarpered down a side street. Incredible scene. The tactics throughout the Tommy Robinson rally were a complete failure, in the opinion of retired officer Chris Hobbs.
I saw fear in the whites of the officers’ eyes: good men and women let down by their superiors. They had lost control. But as Jordan James argued, it’s more than that: the establishment has lost control of the working class. The dam is about to burst, and the powers-that-be will have only themselves to blame.
Like a kid playing with matches, the insufferably arrogant Anna Soubry made an inflammatory remark on Twitter about the Free Tommy protestors.
Hours after the rally I witnessed a middle-class cyclist, passing a small but vociferous group of protestors on the plinth of Nelson’s column, shouting: ‘Your brains are tiny’. So immersed in a social bubble, he seemed unaware that he’d endangered himself.
The police are there to protect everyone but cannot guarantee the safety of those who needlessly incite trouble. In his blog on policing errors, retiree Chris Hobbs showed little sympathy for the protestors, seeing them as drunken yobs. He couldn’t understand why they decided to block the road passing Trafalgar Square.
The answer to that question may become clearer as the commentariat wakes up to the reality that this is indeed a popular revolt.