The posh protesters of Black Lives Matter UK won’t spill a drink for a cause, let alone any blood
IT was not so long ago that people risked life and limb in the name of political protest.
Changing the world — or just registering your objection to the way things were being run — was always a very risky business.
In 1990, 70,000 people took part in an anti-poll tax rally that erupted into the worst riots London had seen for a century.
In 1984 thousands of miners and police clashed in the Battle of Orgreave at a time when rioting was punishable by life imprisonment.
And in the Sixties and Seventies, students on both sides of the Atlantic had their heads busted for protesting against the Vietnam War.
At Kent State University in Ohio, four of them were shot dead by the trigger-happy National Guard.
Neil Young wrote a protest song about it. Political protest was dangerous. Until now. The posh white boys and girls of Black Lives Matter UK — who include a former member of Oxford University’s croquet club! — are conclusive proof that protest in Britain has become about as dangerous as the average game of croquet.
Nine pampered morons from Black Lives Matter shut down London City Airport by chaining themselves together on the runway because plane pollution is apparently racist towards black people.
In the name of this risible non-cause, more than 100 flights were disrupted and thousands of innocent travellers had their trips ruined.
Worst of all, the softly-softly tactics of the police meant it took half a day to clear the runway of these pound-store revolutionaries, who all walked away without a scratch. Their case comes up next week but
Neil Young is probably not going to write a song about it.
Black people get shot with enough frequency in America to provide every reason for Black Lives Matter to exist in the US — even if some of their anti-cop rhetoric is sickening.
But hardly anyone — white, black, brown or whatever — gets shot by the police in this country because our cops do not routinely carry guns. Even specialist firearms officers all tooled up to fight terrorists carry assault rifles that do not fire on fully automatic.
Even the marksmen of the Counter Terrorism Specialist Firearms Officers have their weapons configured so that every trigger pull fires just one single bullet — which must then be justified or they will face prosecution.
Police are not killing black people — or anyone else — in the UK.
The uncomfortable truth for all the rich white softies in Black Lives Matter UK is that most of the violence against black people in Britain comes from other black people. The major casualty at this year’s Notting Hill Carnival was not Lily Allen’s hangover.
A total of 440 were arrested, 60 for possession of a knife. A 15-year-old schoolboy was stabbed in the stomach with a “zombie killer” knife. As always, there was violence galore, most of it black on black.
The Sun ran a photograph of two black men squaring up with a black police officer attempting to separate them.
And in the midst of all this — largely black — human misery, Black Lives Matter UK were, of course, nowhere to be seen.
But then it was a Bank Holiday weekend, so they were possibly at a major croquet tournament in Oxford. The only risk being taken by the spoilt white brats of Black Lives Matter UK is the risk of being laughed at. They protest against the wicked world and are still home in time for tea.
Spill their blood for a cause? They don’t even have to spill their drinks.
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TODAY is 15 years since 9/11. Incredible – 15 years since those planes came out of a cloudless, blue sky.
Fifteen years since someone told you: “Turn on the TV.” Fifteen years since the western world learned just how much we are hated. The 2,977 victims of 9/11 included 67 British citizens – the highest number of casualties in any single terrorist attack in our history.
If we saw the worst of humanity on that black day, we also saw the best. The memories of the firemen who showed raw, selfless courage to race into the burning towers will stay with us for ever.
The victims of 9/11 came from dozens of countries.
It felt then as if it was an unforgivable attack on all the values of the civilised world.
And 15 years on, it still does.
Only bod shamed is dozy Dan
DANI MATHERS, the 2015 Playboy Playmate of the Year, is facing a prison sentence and $1million damages after photographing a 70-year-old woman naked in the locker room of a Los Angeles gym.
Mathers posted the picture of the elderly woman on Snapchat with the caption: “If I can’t unsee this then you can’t either.”
And just to ram the malicious point down your throat, Dani added a picture of her own lovely face, looking amused and appalled.
It is nasty stuff, the worst of online bullying, especially coming from a beautiful young woman who has happily posed with Hugh Hefner – at 90, hardly in the first flush of youth himself.
But I don’t suppose there’s much chance of Dani taking a candid shot of old Hugh stepping into the Jacuzzi at the Playboy Mansion then posting it online with some snickering caption.
Clearly terrified that she now faces legal action for invasion of privacy, Dani apologised for posting her mocking picture. Her apology manages to be both grovelling and totally unconvincing.
“I choose to do what I do for a living because I love the female body and I know body shaming is wrong,” she says. Yeah, right.
Dani claims that the “body shaming” of the old woman was part of a private conversation with a friend and she did not realize that she was sharing the mockery with the general public – as if that makes everything OK.
One of the horrible things about new-fangled online lives is the amount of abuse that women receive.
Mostly it is dished out by inadequate men. But not always.
Dani Mathers is clearly a beautiful young woman.
But only on the outside.
SIR PADDY ASHDOWN compares supporters of Brexit to Nazi Brownshirts.
Even among the bitter ravings of the Remainers, this seems over the top. Especially as, if anyone was all in favour of a united Europe, it was surely Adolf Hitler.
Flagging up hate
NOTHING celebrates being British quite like the Last Night of the Proms at the Royal Albert Hall.
All those Union flags. All those voices raised to sing Land Of Hope And Glory and Rule Britannia.
All that unapologetic patriotism that cuts across age, race and class.
This year a fund was started so that anti-Brexit campaigners could hand out 5,000 little blue EU flags to prom-goers attending the Last Night.
Is this meant to show how much they love Europe?
All it reveals is how much the Little Europeans despise Britain.
Welfare in a state of decay
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“We are entitled to six bedrooms,” insists student and father of eight Arnold Mballe Sube, 33.
Even for those who believe this country is the softest touch in the world, Arnold’s sense of entitlement is mind-blowing.
The way my father explained the welfare state to me was that you contribute all your life so that, when times were hard, the state will hold out a helping hand.
Somewhere along the line we have forgotten the contributing bit. Somehow we have given the impression to the world that our country exists as a great big free cashpoint machine.
And some day we will realise that our generosity to an ungrateful parasite like Arnold Mballe Sube will kill our welfare state – the most noble and idealistic idea this country ever had.
THERESA MAY looks like she is going to defy all the objections of hypocritical MPs and build – or try to build – more grammar schools.
If she does, then she will have done more for true social mobility than any politician in my lifetime.
SPORTS Direct boss Mike Ashley emptied his pockets for security at the warehouse where he paid workers below the minimum wage and produced thick wads of £50 notes.
Talk about the ugly face of capitalism!
If the Labour Party can’t win power with fat cats like Ashley and BHS-trashing Philip Green shoving their sizeable wads in our faces, then they never will.
AFTER online abuse about burkinis, police in Northern Ireland accompanied Syrian migrants for what they advertised as a family day out at the beach.
Everybody seemed to have a good time and the day’s splashing went off peacefully.
But if it was a family day out, where were all the men?
BAXTER the Labrador looked very pleased with himself after getting Amanda Holden on her back at the Animal Hero Awards.
I hope Baxter doesn’t lose that smile – or anything else.
Because dogs as frisky as Baxter often find their next social outing is to see the vet.