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Alankria - April 18th, 2008
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Listening to the radio this morning--

I do wonder at the point of conducting a survey about British people's opinions on immigration and only asking 1,000 people. Wow. That's, like, not even a per cent of our population? I'm sure their views are going to extrapolate perfectly to everyone else's!

I fucking hope not.

At least a half (or maybe it was two-thirds) of these delightful specimens want immigrants to be encouraged to leave. It might have been the two-thirds who worried that racial tension could easily spill over into violence. A quarter of them (or possibly more) think that Britain doesn't feel British any more.

Hi. British people. You know that racial tension requires attention from both ends, right? And that, actually, the end it probably requires the most attention from is your end. The privileged end. The racist asshat end.

Because that line about Britain not feeling British any more? Hmm. I wonder. What this "perfect Britain" is meant to look like.

I bet it's very white.

(Which is not to say that there are no violent, unpleasant immigrants. There are. But they're a minority. Most of the immigrants I encountered while working at McDonald's? Far more hard-working than the British kids, and decent people as well. Yes, despite being Muslims. SHOCKING, I KNOW.)

(I guess the delightful people in this survey are planning to start picking trash off the streets of London, huh, once all the durty forriners are gone. And all those other jobs they very nicely do so we can sponge of the taxes they pay don't have to.)

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