Why there's been a white backlash in Britain

Britain's liberal establishment   has been struggling to come to terms with the reason why their once great country is now represented in the European Parliament for the first time by two fascists. Why did a significant minority of disgruntled white voters reject the mainstream parties for the racist British National Party? Chris Gelken gives some clues in this frank description of his "metamorphosis from a liberal with socialist tendencies to a conservative nationalist with a hint of xenophobia".  

It had been 23 years since I had set foot in my homeland. Twenty-three years that had seen me circle the globe a couple of times, cross the Equator more times than I can remember, and visit more than 40 countries and territories. But never once in that time did my nomadic path take me back to Britain. Great Britain. England. My home.

After expressing surprise at the length of time I had been away, the inevitable question people asked was,  "Don't you miss it?"
 "Yes, of course." A pause.  "Well, not so much that you'd really notice."

The truth was, in some ways I had actually forgotten what there was to miss. I was soon going to be reminded, but in a completely unexpected and unpleasant way. It wasn't that I didn't expect to experience some changes. I had frequently been away from Britain before this 23-year absence. There was the army, followed by various freelance gigs in Europe. A year and a half in New Zealand, followed by brief visits to Mexico, and the United States. But at some point, and for various lengths of time, I'd always find my way home.

Thinking about it now, though, 23 years would seem rather odd to most people.   Britain was comfortable. It wasn't a daily live-by-your-wits challenge. No language barrier, no culture gap, and plenty of familiar comfort food. Lose your job? Pick up the dole. Get sick? Go to the doctor; no concerns about medical insurance like in America. No money, nowhere to live? Head down to social security, they'll fix you up. Nothing grand, you understand, all pretty subsistence level and basic for the most part. But in Britain; no one goes hungry or without a roof over their head.

But I digress. That's part of the story for another day. The immigration officer at Heathrow's Terminal Three met me with smile and a cheerful,  "Hello, how was your flight?"

There was a perceptible accent there. Perhaps it was from somewhere in England's Midland counties. I couldn't immediately place it. But it was immeasurably pleasant to be finally asked for my documents in an accent of English that I could identify with. I was finally home.

There was another, and at the time, totally unremarkable aspect to my homecoming. I say  "unremarkable" because that is exactly how it was. Of course I noticed, I am conditioned to  "notice" things. That's my job as a journalist. But the only reaction I remember feeling was a spontaneous comparison to a previous encounter at an immigration counter a few years earlier.

I mention it only because it has a bearing - or at least may have in the perception of some readers - on what happens later. And the person I have allegedly become. The last time, as I remembered, that I had come face-to-face with an immigration official wearing a traditional Muslim hijab was at Tehran's Imam Khomeini Airport. And the reception there had been a rather unwelcoming demand, delivered in a tone that was obviously used to giving orders, and of being obeyed.  "Passport!" Significantly, there was no  "Please."

The England I visited wasn't the England I left 23-years before. I was hearing and seeing things I never thought I would see.

What began, I am sure with the best of intentions, has gone badly wrong. Reverse discrimination, unparalleled and unrestricted immigration, a real fear among some officials of offending certain "minorities" (I hate that word) that has reached the point where some people are being excluded or discriminated against simply on the basis of being Anglo-Saxon.. or some other "ethnic" variety.

I met with British Asians and have recently communicated with Asian groups who are terrified of Afro-Caribbean organized crime and gangs in Britain's inner cities, I have spoken with British Afro-Caribbean's who are seeing their future stolen by mass immigration from new members of the European Union.

I personally lost my temper with a barman who responded to my question, "Excuse me mate, what is the pie of the day?" with a barely comprehensible "Pie.. er, er, er, is like a, how you say, hard bread with a, er, er, er, filling inside."

Something has broken in Britain, and I am trying to understand it.

My wife is Chinese. A journalist. She has travelled extensively - Korea, Middle East, Europe, Africa, South East Asia. She said the only countries she has visited where the staff in the service industry were not overwhelmingly indigenous, were Dubai and Qatar. That was until she visited Britain. But at least, she said, in Dubai and Qatar they all spoke pretty good English. She never expected to have to resort to sign language while ordering a drink or a meal in Britain.

And all this.. when we have high unemployment, an effectively failed health service, and social services at breaking point.  

My return to Britain wasn't really a planned affair. A few weeks previously I'd received the devastating news that one of my brothers was seriously ill. It was terminal, and time was short. My wife and I made the necessary arrangements and flew back to Britain from our home in Beijing. We'd hoped to spend a few weeks with my brother and his family, but as things turned out, we were about half a day too late. Another story for another day.

Fast-forward two weeks, to the evening before my wife and I headed back to China. Catching up with old friends and former colleagues in London's West End. That too didn't turn out quite as I'd expected. Clutching my lapel and dragging my face close enough to smell the beer and cigarettes on his breath, a friend hissed:  "You've changed! You're no bloody socialist or f***** liberal. You know what you are don't you?"

 "No," I said, surprised at the vehemence in his voice,  "but I am sure you are going to tell me."

He let go of my jacket with enough emphasis to make it feel like a push.  "I don't know you anymore."

Walking unsteadily back toward the bar he said over his shoulder:  "You're a bloody raging nationalist with a chip on your shoulder. You should be careful."

In times gone by we had sat long into the night sharing a bottle and resolving all the world's ills. Sure, we'd often differ, but never significantly enough to resort to hostility or name-calling.

I was different. I won't deny it. Circumstances had seen to that. But I hadn't changed in myself, not fundamentally. At that moment I just didn't have the words to express what I was feeling, what I was going through. I was in shock.

Culture shock. Or more accurately, reverse culture shock.


1 Response to "Why there's been a white backlash in Britain"

I see the Propaganda

Sun, 09/27/2009 - 20:23
<p>So disappointing these people get print and air time.&nbsp; We really need to stand up and fight because our&nbsp; current silence is making people who call themselves "journalists" like&nbsp;Chris Gelken think it is ok to be racist.&nbsp; It needs to be pointed out to him and other like minded people that their views are evil. The world fought against such racism from the nazis and never again should&nbsp;we be subjected to it.&nbsp; I think people should write and complain to the papers who publish Gelken's works. A campaign against him should be lodged because he is expressing hate and trying to clock it as a opinion.&nbsp; The rise of facism did not come one day with Hitler but with many writers like Gelken filling people's minds with hateful propaganda.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>On every level this guy is so bad.</p>