These days, every day is April Fools’ Day. According to today’s Telegraph, the National Children’s Bureau, which receives £12 million a year [mostly from government] , has issued a 366-page ‘guidance’ document for staff in charge of pre-school children – “Young Children and Racial Justice” – warning them to look out for, and reprobate, signs of ‘racist’ attitudes among their young charges.
These allegedly include a toddler saying ‘Yuk!’ if served with unfamiliar foreign food. So if you don’t like hot spicy dishes – I don’t: they upset my digestion – you are a ‘racist’.
What utter codswallop!
According to the Telegraph, this egregious document – which I certainly don’t have the time or inclination to read in full – advises nursery teachers to be on the alert for childish abuse such as ‘blackie’, ‘Pakis’, ‘those people’, or ‘they smell’. But it is an unfortunate fact that some people, regardless of their ethnic background, DO smell because their standards of personal hygiene are inadequate. I know. I once had the misfortune to share an office with one such, who was indubitably white English, and it took the intervention of the staff welfare officer to resolve the problem.
The authors of this worthy [?] document apparently don’t include abusive terms such as ‘queer’ in their condemnation, presumably because homophobic abuse – which is at least as prevalent among schoolchildren as racist attitudes - doesn’t come within their terms of reference.
And the cloven hoof of this initiative is starkly revealed in their urging nurseries to report as many incidents as possible to their local council. Yet more prodnose busybodying for the mostly useless jobsworths and licensed snoopers who infest our Town Halls nowadays.
In the 1970s and ‘80s, I worked with the National Children’s Bureau when it was a responsible, balanced outfit with a realistic agenda. What a pity it’s fallen prey to the PC multiculti crowd for whom ‘racism’ [which they perceive one-sidedly, of course] is the most heinous social sin.
4 comments:
Nowt so queer as folk me old.
What ever happens I wonder if a little child, upon being reproved for yucking the cous-cous, should then say, 'Well! I reckon we're just fucked and far from home, eh!'
By-the-by, the late reprintings of /The Story of Dr. Dolittle/ have Polynesia saying, of Prince Bumpo Jolliginki, 'Doctor, this man wants to be white....'
Now in the original version,
1920s /ca/, twas '...this coon.... (One might suppose that Lofting, a man of his time, was at any rate trying to keep off 'nigger.' Except that I think, alas, somewhere else in the corpus, Polynesia says 'Work! Work like & /cet/!'
I detest the essentially dishonest business of bowdlerisation, and yet one wants kids' stories to be accessible to all children, too. Naturally, one doesn't suppose that the Christopher Robin poems are going to be grandly attractive readily to a little chap in the jungles of Surinam, and one expects that the Rat and the Mole (now /there/ are a couple of obvious homophobes! :) aren't going to go over so very well in the 'Strine outback, either....
Dunno about Dr Dolittle, but Professor Brainstawm is definitely not PC these days - see:
http://nannyknowsbest.blogspot.com/2008/06/dangers-of-brainstorming.html
What the National Children's Bureau is achieving is really all the contrary to what it is trying(?) to do:
It is exacerbating racism.
The BNP must be rubbing their hands.
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