Peter Hitchens gives a trenchant, heart-felt, and, sadly, fairly accurate analysis of recent UK government efforts to paint a corpse.The people who destroyed Britain now say they want to revive something called “Britishness”.
This is as grimly funny as a gangster funeral, where the murderers pile enormous wreaths on the coffin of the man they butchered.
It also completely misses the point. “Britishness” grew out of our forgotten talent for leaving each other alone, for private life and private pursuits – and a general resistance to being organised, plus a dislike for what used to be called Nosey Parkers.
How can this flourish in an age when the taxman can force entry to our homes on the say-so of some unaccountable official?
Our ancient culture was a forest that took a thousand years to grow and less than half a century to cut down. Now that the trees are all flattened, the people who massacred them find that they are shivering in a howling wilderness that they are powerless to restore to its former shape.
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