There are many utterly futile quests a man (or woman – equal opportunities here) can pursue in this life. Immortality is one. Buying happiness with money is another. But there are few as futile and embarrassing as being challenged to prove ‘you are not racist’ and taking the bait.
You might just as well try to prove you are not a witch as prove you are not a ‘racist’.
Apart from the impossibility of proving a negative, the entire idea behind Rism is that it’s a shape-shifting concept within which the more a body tries to deny the deeper the hole he digs for himself.
There is a splendid American video on YouTube where a lawyer and a police officer explain why you should never talk to the police. Guilty or innocent it will do no good. Sooner or later even the most saintly person will say something which can used against them. It’s exactly the same with protests about ‘not being racist‘.
The correct approach to accusations of racism is to demand to know what exactly the accuser means by ‘racist’. This will usually collapse the stout party making the accusation. But so nervous have we become of being dubbed a ‘racist’ that most finding themselves in the dock on this most heinous of charges will splutter out the utterings of a desperate man. ‘Some of my best friends……’.
UKIP has done its best to fall into the trap in recent weeks with tactics which betrayed a great deal of naivety concerning the workings of the ‘racism’ industry. This should be a warning to anyone who opposes the left and political establishment about how not to do things.
UKIP put on an absurd ‘parade of the ethnic candidates’. If one were ethnic and a candidate one would be entitled to feel a little miffed at being presented in what will inevitably be seen as a circus. UKIP claims to be entirely non-racist. In which case what does it matter what colour you are? Dignity dignity dignity.
In any event, however many ethnic candidates you can line up to show off the obvious retort will be – not enough of them. It’s a fool’s errand and a gift to the opposition press – which is most of it. Those supporting UKIP will do so anyway and opponents will simply scoff. Why bother?
Not having learnt the lesson, UKIP then decided to make another attempt to prove the unprovable with an event which turned cliché into an art form.
What finer proof could a man offer against a charge of ‘racism’ than to hold a carnival with a band? And an event promoted by a black candidate with a steel band hired for the occasion! You could not make it up.
The fact that the carnival descended into farce after the band declined to play in a protest against ‘racism’, plus a bizarre protest by bogus ‘Romanians‘, is neither here nor there. Any serious party should retain some aura of seriousness not dance to the tune of a media laughing behind its hand at the manner in which UKIP will rise to a bait.
It’s possible that the great R word terror is now losing its force after chronic overuse. This has been inevitable but long-delayed. Time to help in its demise by never giving it the time of day in its customary usage as a means of closing down debate by cheap trickery basted in hypocrisy.
Now where’s my steel drum? I need to be ready for any accusation. Where’s yours?