Whatever replaces cockney London, two things are certain: it will no longer be England, and it’s coming to a town near you sooner than you think.
Twenty years ago, I was a juggler. The majority of my ‘work’ was in schools. I travelled the length and breadth of England – witnessing firsthand the changes wrought by Tony Blair and New Labour ‘diversity’. I can remember all of the best jobs – invariably these were small village schools, where the pupil numbers did not exceed a hundred. The family atmosphere was tangible, and it was a great pleasure to be there. I can remember the worst ones too. These were almost always large, faceless, inner-city academies.
One in particular stands out in my memory, a primary school in East London. The cultural divide couldn’t have been starker. Only one or two in each class were what would be termed ‘white British’. The white headmaster was openly ridiculed as he proudly walked the corridors, while the teachers were largely ignored.
