The annus horribilis of our forgotten borders
The ruling Conservative party has promised to reduce immigration more times than the Home Office has handed out visas.
Last year Britain hit a crisis point that no amount of rhetorical sugar-coating can fix: 2022 saw more immigrants pour into the nation over the course of those 12 months than any other year in history. What was the final score you may ask? On a net basis, just a measly 500,000.
That annual rate vastly dwarfs the Windrush trans-Atlantic crossing, the flight of the Huguenots from France, the Norman invasion of England, and even the arrival of the Anglo-Saxon people themselves, whose culture, wisdom, and customs gave birth to the English state we call home to this day.
But these nebulous numbers indicate that, with every passing year and every fleeting minute, Britain is transforming into something else – something alien to the native population. Integration has been a combination of a disaster, sabotage, and cultural suicide. Many of our urban areas now consist of an archipelago of ethnic islands, each keeping to their own, or, when ancient blood or sectarian feuds are ignited, advance across no man’s land to engage the other in violent, thuggish combat.
The Leicester riots fuelled by Indian and Pakistani grievances, to the death threats levied against an English grammar school tutor for daring to teach about freedom of expression, and even the Nazi style book burnings of Salman Rushdie’s book The Satanic Verses all the way back in 1989, paint a picture of an island under occupation.
The economic blow borne by the British people is as equally sinister and damaging. The 500,000 who were permitted to stay in Britain last year do of course require housing, food, water, and electricity, in the middle of a cost of living crisis amid a geopolitical hungry-hippos battle for basic resources.
The ruling Conservative party, which has occupied Downing Street for over a decade, has promised to reduce immigration more times than the Home Office has handed out visas. This is despite being handed the greatest mandate of all time (the Brexit vote) to do so.
But no. It seems as if the referendum winning phrase of ‘take back control’ was turned on its head, gifting a neoliberal party a blank cheque to flood the country with more wage depression, infrastructure strain, and cultural friction. So long as GDP (potentially) goes up half a per cent, no harm, no foul.
The so-called Conservative Party is either actively inviting this destruction or is entirely blind to what is going on. The Prime Minister recently asked a homeless man whether he worked in business (click here for a quick laugh), but the Chancellor of the Exchequer also quipped that luring in foreign workers to help with industry shortages was not ‘a betrayal of Brexit’. Negligence or sabotage, you be the judge.
But the intentions do not matter for the impact remains the same. Britain, an island guarded by some of the fiercest waters on the planet, may as well have a land bridge paved with golden bricks and filled with a crowd of Guardian-reading activists cheering all the incomers over. Yet a strong, majestic nation is not to be found on the other side of the jubilant crowd.
The realty – as clear as the eye can see – is a nation in crisis. Culturally, economically, and politically, the country does not have any ideas on how to dig itself out of this deep hole, nor has any real desire to do so.
A crushed housing market, strangled job market, non-existent infrastructure (you still have to pay taxes for this non-existent infrastructure, though), ongoing cultural wars fought between every niche, atomised demographics in society coupled with bubbling political extremism that threatens to burst forth onto the streets, and this list is by no means exhaustive.
Britain is not just a sick man of Europe. Britain is sick, chronically sick, and is waiting patiently to be finished off rather than seek treatment. Mass immigration is one of the key, deadly illnesses that afflicts it, but Britain is happy staying sick.