Racism and Hate Rear Ugly Heads in Britain
Before Pajamas bloggers have apoplexy over my "demented" reports from Great Britain, I will offer some reflections on instances of American verbal abuse. When I was growing up in the U.S. a schoolmate's father gave me a lift and used it as an opportunity to inform me that "the Jews were punished by the Holocaust for not believing in Christ and soon you people will be taught a lesson again." When my late mother complained about the noise made by our recently arrived Ukrainian neighbors, the mother emerged from her house and called us "cheap mockeys," which in those days was a horrendous anti-Semitic term used by Eastern European immigrants. Rage ensued when for one day last fall a right-wing blog showed a sign devised by rednecks in a Jewish-American neighborhood that said, "Have a good Shabbas and don't forget to vote for the shvartzeh." At the British Academy Awards, Mickey Rourke uttered a string of expletives and of course we all know about Don Imus, Trent Lott, and Howard Stern.
Back to Britain: Throughout my working life I have heard colleagues refer to various ethnic groups as "Wogs," "Pakis," "Gypos," and "Yids." In his brilliant and visceral 1976 play East, in which the stunning Barry Philips played the violent and foul-mouthed lead, Steven Berkoff revealed the layers of racism in British society of the time. One day when I was browsing the aforementioned Alfie's Antique Market in London, I heard two stall holders loudly lamenting the building of the Hindu temple in Neasden, and saying they wished all "foreign" religions would be stopped from building synagogues, mosques, and temples. Earlier in this article I mentioned Chelsea Football Club. I am experiencing almost uncontainable schadenfreude over this event because the Israeli coach Avram Grant, who took the team to two major finals, was fired last year after the British media went berserk condemning him, led by David Mellor, who was cautioned by several Jewish protection groups. Football fans were heard to chant, "Turn on the gassssssssss" when Grant, son of a concentration camp survivor, appeared on the pitch. Luis Scolari was brought in to replace him and has been a miserable failure.
Another glitch for Britain's image in the world came on February 6 when television presenter Jeremy Clarkson, in an interview in Australia, referred to British Prime Minister Gordon Brown as a "one-eyed Scottish idiot." The prime minister is visually impaired, is a Scot, and is believed by a large swathe of impoverished Britons to be an idiot, but the Clarkson gaffe made many feel that public decorum and the greatest of British attributes, graciousness, has evaporated.
To add to the rogues' gallery that includes the late neo-Nazi Dowager Lady Birdwood and David Irving, Bishop Richard Williamson has become the center of world attention because Pope Benedict angered Jewish leaders by lifting the excommunication of Williamson and three other bishops who belong to an ultra-traditionalist group called the Society of St. Pius X. Williamson has said, most recently on Swedish television, that no more than 300,000 Jews perished in the Holocaust and that there were no gas chambers. On February 9 he lost a case in Germany to bar the airing of the Swedish interview. The crisis reached international proportions when German Chancellor Angela Merkel went to the pope to ask him not to elevate the British Holocaust-denier.
Finally in Whitehall, a high-ranking Foreign Office dignitary, Rowan Laxton, is reported by the Daily Mail of February 9 to have been arrested after he engaged in a wild tirade against Jews. He apparently became apoplectic watching television footage of the Israeli attack on Gaza as he used an exercise bike in a gym. He is reported to have bellowed, "F*cking Israelis, f*cking Jews," and said Israeli soldiers should be "wiped off the face of the earth." He is said to have refused to pipe down even when staff and clients of the gym protested.
On February 10 I attended a new ten-minute play by Caryl Churchill, Seven Jewish Children, which was described by Melanie Phillips, who had seen the script, as a sickening blood libel. The confrontation with a hate-filled audience member was far worse than the playlet. Stay tuned for more details soon.
Just a regular week in London!