I have a friend who’s a tennis coach. A truly lovely guy, kind, tolerant, generous, never a bad word for anyone. Always sees the best in everyone. Gets saddened when I talk about blacks the way I do, as in ‘why should the colour of our skin make a difference?’ He’s undoubtedly a Deluded White Liberal (DWL) but unlike most of that genus, he’s not a preening self-satisfied hypocrite. He’s just genuinely nice.
Recently he took on the coaching job at a school in Cork city that had been substantially ‘enriched’. Having a coffee with him last weekend he confided ‘you know, I’m reluctantly coming around to your way of thinking. About blacks, I mean’. It seems that the African cultural enrichers are making his life a misery, and his job impossible.
‘Once they know you have no coercive power over them they just run wild. I never thought I'd actually say this’ he added, looking nervously around him, ’but, well, they remind me of monkeys. No respect for authority, no discipline, no control, scampering around right and left, knocking over the cones, stealing the balls, ruining it for everyone else’.
‘Did you raise this with the school principal?’ I asked. ‘I did. And she ran a mile from it. Didn’t want to hear a word about it. Waved me away.’
As British and American readers keep pointing out, we’re faithfully following all the mistakes made in those countries. Right down to turning our faces away from the nature of the problem.