The government has come to its senses. Not about Covid
measures, not about Brexit negotiations, but regarding so-called “unconscious bias training". In a most welcome move UBT is to be scrapped for civil
servants in England; ministers quite rightly say it does not work, giving it
black marks all round. With this reversal of policy it is to be hoped that many
other employers heed the call and ditch this needlessly divisive practice.
Naturally, supporters of UBT, or bleeding-heart race
warriors, as they may more correctly be called, are moaning on about how this
is ‘throwing the baby out with the bathwater’ and blaming a failure to inculcate
full white guilt in every workplace in the land as a backward step. They say
that the total lack of evidence that every white Briton is a dyed-in-the-wool
racist does not prove that every white Briton isn’t a dyed-in-the-wool
racist. The indoctrination must be stepped up if we are to uncover racism in
every crack of the pavement, every nook, every cranny and yes, deep in your
guilty white hearts.
The ‘training’, whose stated aim is to tackle patterns of
discrimination and prejudice, is used in many workplaces, but the government
says there is no evidence it changes attitudes. I say otherwise; along with hate
groups like Black Lives Matter and Tell Mama, such movements actively do change
attitudes… for the worse. Millwall fans were not booing an anti-racist gesture;
they were booing a black power gesture. The deeply woke may be offended, but let’s
be fair, when are they not?
No thank you I need no black-ops kind of enterprise to bring
me back from the dark side. Am I afraid that unconscious bias training will make
me ashamed of my skin, my language, my culture? My thoughts? Far from it, I am
quite conscious of my biases and so what if I prefer to make my home among people
who look more like me than otherwise? Am I aware that casual racism is in the
very air I breathe? Who cares; I mean, play the white man here.
Black looks, black books, being blackballed… look on the bright
side, the white side of life. Just because we notice that some are dusky,
tinted, other-hued with a touch of the tar brush why would that be a cause for
shame? The black/white ciphers for good and evil have been around long before
the dark continent was even known about. Night and day, folks, night and day;
why is that conclusion never arrived at? Well, because there is no money where
there is no grievance.
But I’ll do my bit for the black economy, which is pretty white of me, I know. Oh yes, I will keep on being most consciously biased and thus provide plenty of opportunities for whole new offshoots of the black misery industry to thrive. Misery does love company after all, so it would be selfish of me to simply surrender to the woke agenda and give them nothing to complain about. And of course, while they’re marching at least they’re not looting. Unconscious? Not in the slightest.
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