There's culture and then there's supremacy. Nothing concrete is discussed here. I'll leave it at that.
Except to say that "identities" (being British, American, what have you..) change and evolve constantly, as everything does...
Don't blame it on a poor immigrant, blame it on life itself
Thank you. True culture is kinetic. Those pining for a past they never truly knew and pine for do more long-term damage than they choose to realise.
I do remember a certain individual - presently “….on timeout” - being told that if she “….wishes to remain in the past, then she should have aspic baths daily.” Funnily enough, they’d no cohesive reply to give. No surprise there, it seems.
As someone grew up in a diverse community in 1970’s North London and attended a Catholic primary school where the majority of White kids were Irish themselves, I’ve memories of doing folk dancing classes, learning folk songs from the UK - as well as beyond - and celebrated St. Patrick’s Day when the nuns would pin a sprig of shamrock or a tricolour ribbon with a gold plastic harp in the middle as we came through the school gates in our uniforms - or Sunday best togs. I and older brother were accepted for who we were, which I why I still remain in contact with my old classmates to this day.
Incidentally, I grew up hearing my now 89 year-old dad playing St. Lucian Quadriile folk songs on his guitar and mandolin on weekends, having spent his weekdays working amongst Irish builders on construction sites up and down the South-East of England. My mum and my big sisters also sang Caribbean folk songs on weekends too, yet still watched ‘Top Of The Pops’ religiously each and every Thursday, as well as enjoying the Eurovision Song Contest every year (a guilty pleasure enjoyed still to this day by my family).
The attached below is by an old classmate she typed the day after the Euro ‘20 Final from July 2021 My old classmate (who wrote this) was born in the U.K. to Irish parents. We’ve known one another since 4, but we still remain in contact. Her partner’s Chinese. Here’s what their son endured during England’s semis against Denmark when the knee was taken.
That’s not banter he and his friend encountered - just naked hate. I’ve blacked out their names as I don’t wish for either of ‘em to suffer recriminations. Sad to say, there are some in residence with attitudes that still remain aggressively regressive to those who don’t look like them. And if they imagine themselves as representative of the working classes in all our beautiful diversity, they’re not. Just saying.
