Coronation Street is probably the world’s best known soap opera, borne out by the fact that it recently celebrated its fiftieth birthday. Its durability and appeal are apparently based on its authentic portrayal of British working class life. Terms like ‘gritty realism’, ‘true-to-life’ and ‘everyone can relate to it’ are terms most commonly applied.
In which case British working class life must never be dull. In the last few weeks alone - within a tiny community of a few dozen souls in a single small street - we’ve had teenage runaway lesbians, multiple adulteries, the local factory burned down, child abuse, domestic violence, kidnapping, murder, a huge gas explosion and a tram appearing from the skies and landing on top of everyone there. That's more excitement than I've seen in my town over the last half century.
But who am I to argue when the chattering classes assure us all of its authenticity? Which brings me back to the title of this post. You see, I was always under the impression that black people generally were not too bright, lazy, incompetent, violent, welfare-dependent and basically requiring whites to organise everything for them.
But Corrie’s proved me wrong!
Because this gritty authentic drama revealed all by the response to the combined disasters (explosion and the tram landing on everyone’s head). The lead rescuers, doctors, firemen, policemen, clergymen were all blacks, who took immediate and effective control, cool, calm, decisive, while their confused white underlings haplessly flapped about. And in case you're wondering, they didn't pilfer a thing nor commit a single rape between them.
Honestly, I felt a swelling of emotion and actually cried out to Lady Savant ‘where would we be without our blacks?’
I thought she gave me a somewhat strange look at that point, but it was, as they say, a learning experience. Now I must go back and rewrite all those earlier posts.