Woke is the roar of smug, entitled mediocrities everywhere: JULIE BURCHILL

Woke is the roar of smug, entitled mediocrities everywhere: JULIE BURCHILL
Woke is the roar of smug, entitled mediocrities everywhere: JULIE BURCHILL

You'd think that with all the lunacy that’s happened in the past year, writing a book about Woke Britain would be the easiest thing in the world. I thought so too, until I tried it.

So why has it been so difficult? It’s because by the spring, not even each day, but each hour brought some new snippet of Woke insanity. Every morning I would find that half a dozen acts of idiocy had taken place while I’d slept.

I’d go to bed reeling from the claim that country walks were racist and wake up to the glad tidings that cyclists wanted to be included in the ever-lengthening queue of those who may be eligible for hate crime status.

Between 2017 and 2019 I had a rather embarrassing crush on Meghan Markle

Between 2017 and 2019 I had a rather embarrassing crush on Meghan Markle

Say what you like about Prince Harry’s parentage, in this department he certainly seems to be a chip off the old blockhead

Say what you like about Prince Harry’s parentage, in this department he certainly seems to be a chip off the old blockhead

As the insanity picked up velocity, one cultural artefact after another went up in flames, lest it offend somebody.

First they came for our TV memories. Fawlty Towers (don’t mention the war), the Dukes Of Hazzard (a car decorated with a Confederate flag) and Songs Of Praise (whose producer likened people singing Rule Britannia to neo-Nazis celebrating gas chambers).

Then they came for cartoons. On Disney’s streaming service, classics such as Dumbo, Peter Pan, Lady And The Tramp and The Jungle Book were preceded by the dire warning: ‘This programme includes negative depictions and/or mistreatment of people or cultures. These stereotypes were wrong then and are wrong now.’

They came for the museums. The Natural History Museum’s Charles Darwin collection was targeted because he had voyaged to the Galapagos Islands on ‘colonialist scientific expeditions’.

Prince Harry’s father, Prince Charles (perhaps the grandaddy of Woke, with his mutterings on this and that), has long exemplified my observation: ‘It’s no wonder that the wealthy are friends of the Earth – it’s been a damn good friend to them’

Prince Harry’s father, Prince Charles (perhaps the grandaddy of Woke, with his mutterings on this and that), has long exemplified my observation: ‘It’s no wonder that the wealthy are friends of the Earth – it’s been a damn good friend to them’

And they came for the old houses. The National Trust published a list of nearly 100 of its properties which it claimed had links to slavery and colonialism.

They came for full stops, which apparently intimidate young people when used in social-media communication as they are interpreted as a sign of anger and insincerity.

They even came for rainbows, when a psychologist complained: ‘Not long after lockdown was imposed, I was pleasantly surprised to see a rainbow flag on my drive home from work. 

'However, as I saw more rainbow flags, I quickly realised these were not intended as support for the LGBTQ+ community, but rather as support for the NHS. I felt saddened, and disappointed.’

But it was racism – which is without doubt one of the greatest evils of the Earth – that became the big one in the past year or so, suddenly detected in all sorts of places you could never have imagined.

Master bedrooms were racist (master has slavery connotations). Chess was racist (because white always goes first). Brunch was racist, according to the actor Alan Cumming, because it reeks of ‘white privilege’.

Sherlock Holmes was racist, the countryside was racist, fried chicken was racist, the anti-racist film In The Heat Of The Night was racist.

Hawaiian shirts, camping, gardening, biking, hiking, jogging, mathematics, trees, botany, libraries, roads, lawns, soap, craft beers, peanut butter, dieting, wine, spelling, Thomas The Tank Engine, robots, interior design, surfing, hockey, the Smurfs – ALL RACIST!

So in the interests of harmony and time saving, shall we just cut to the chase and ban everything: every book, film and TV show, reinstating each one only when a global referendum has established that no one in the world is offended by them?

I started writing this book during lockdown, when we were all reassessing what was really important to us. At first I wondered if I should even write it at all, given that we were ‘all in it together’. Luckily, the ceaseless whining and ill-will from Wokers at a time when everyday people proved to be humdrum heroes and the Conservative government was acting like Robin Hood gave me renewed purpose.

For instance, I heard a right-on halfwit on the radio complaining that in dangerous days like these, we should have more diversity in the Cabinet if it was to be credible, ‘because when everyone looks the same, it doesn’t give people confidence in the Government’.

This would be the Cabinet in which the four main offices of state were occupied by a woman of Gujarati-East African extraction, a man of Punjabi-East African extraction, a man of Eastern European Jewish extraction and a bouncing bumptious blond man whose great-grandfather was the Turkish politician Ali Kemal who served under the Grand Vizier of the Ottoman Empire.

Did the radio halfwit perhaps believe that diversity was being ill served by there being too few Anglo-Saxons in the Cabinet?

Of course not. She was merely appalled by the wrong type of diversity – one which had come about through effort and merit rather than quotas and patronage.

Why, even during the greatest threat to the human race in living memory, were the Woke still such nitpicking naysayers?

IT had all been going so well. Women, homosexuals and ethnic minorities – in the West – seemed to be moving towards parity with the people who had always presumed to know better, ie white men.

A female British Prime Minister in 1979, a black American President in 2008, more gays than you could shake a rainbow-striped stick at on primetime TV – all pulling down the barriers one block at a time.

And then Woke came along and it all went wrong.

Like Political Correctness before it, Wokeness started as an admirable aim and ended up as a despicable smugness, inhabited by people who need never tackle their own shortcomings while there are demonised others to unload upon.

You’ll have seen them everywhere: Wokers in fashion, publishing, universities, the BBC, the Labour Party, the Royal Family.

And though they think of themselves as the most enlightened group in any society, both their beliefs and the way they express them hark back to a darker time.

Wokeness is the roar of the entitled mediocre, desperate to hold centre stage and terrified by any challenge to their flimsy sense of self – a temper tantrum with a socially concerned alibi.

The word ‘Woke’ means anything other than the opposite of being asleep. But there is something creepy and smug about the word – indicating that one person is inherently better than others, without actually having to do anything to prove it.

But it wasn’t till the smuggest, most inactive people on Earth – privately educated and over-protected students – got their hands on it that the true folly of Woke was revealed in all its gory glory.

Universities have now been refurbished as pity-party play-pens where feelings trump facts, as they do for infants.

The Woke would be less objectionable if they lived up to their own pristine standards, but they fall woefully short. 

In an inversion of the psychiatrist Carl Jung’s great saying ‘You are what you do, not what you say you’ll do’, once you have identified as Woke you can get away with anything.

Thus the Sussexes feel free to lecture others on climate change while happily flying about in private jets.

But perhaps what I hate most about the Woke is the way they have done the dirty on feminism.

I found Margaret Thatcher fascinating, but I never voted for her. I’d been brought up in a Communist household with such a hardcore Labour father that for much of my infancy I believed ‘capitalist’ literally to be a swear word.

Mrs Thatcher was a rebel and just my kind – far more so than the stale, pale, male Labour leaders I mindlessly kept wasting my vote on because the patriarchy, in the shape of my own dear pa, had told me it was the proper thing to do.

There’s a lovely photograph of the punk singer Poly Styrene, the novelist Jackie Collins and the campaigner Mary Whitehouse attending the Women of the Year lunch shortly after Mrs Thatcher’s first Election victory in 1979, all smiling at each other. It says something good about the late 20th Century that such different women were happy to be seen together.

It’s a bit rich seeing Woke Blokes such as Jon Snow smirking while saying he’s ‘never seen so many white people in one place’ at a Brexit rally, when Extinction Rebellion are so white they make the Last Night Of The Proms look like Jamaica’s Reggae Sunsplash festival

It’s a bit rich seeing Woke Blokes such as Jon Snow smirking while saying he’s ‘never seen so many white people in one place’ at a Brexit rally, when Extinction Rebellion are so white they make the Last Night Of The Proms look like Jamaica’s Reggae Sunsplash festival

I wonder whether this could happen now?

Regrettably, I rather think that, instead, we’d have some bloke referring to himself as ‘They’ centre stage and the women shooed off to the sidelines.

That’s certainly what’s happened in the Labour Party.

What were they doing while Mrs Thatcher was encouraging girls to believe they could lead the country? 

They were electing a selection of dinosaur dudes as leader – duds as disparate as James Callaghan and Michael Foot – while ignoring the talent, such as that of Harriet Harman, in their ranks. 

With almost three decades on the front bench, twice acting deputy leader and the first Labour woman to feature at Prime Minister’s Questions, Harman is the definitive Nearly

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