MR commenter Gongstar posted a link to a BBC Radio 4 documentary which, as he says, is worth a listen.  Somewhat ironically from our point of view, it is titled Peckham’s Lost.

That title actually refers to the abject failure of innumerable government thaumaturgies to save the younger generation of black “South Londoners” from themselves.  It is a 40-minute investigation of feral black youth in Peckham, scene of some particularly savage, recent black-on-black lethality.

The programme is an unintended study in SSA sociobiological traits.  The liberal white female reporter Winifred Robinson could never bring herself to connect the shameful, Rushtonian dots.  But she unerringly emphasises enough of them to enable anyone else to do so: no extended family structure to socialise the little lambs ... learning difficulties leading to disruptiveness in class, then truancy, then a complete rejection of all education ... meagre impulse control, never more apparent than in the search for instant sexual gratification ... much testosterone-driven assertiveness that, naturally, doesn’t reap the respect it “should” ... the inability to take responsibility, any responsibility, for personal actions ... or to appreciate the consequences to victims ... unrealistic if reassuringly vulgar life expectations ... perfect self-absorbtion.  It is all quite alien to an orderly European mind.  But the whole is topped off by a touchy vanity that gives the impression of being never more than an inch or two from an orgy of revenge-taking.  I remember hearing some African prelate many years ago say that revenge is the foundation of traditional African belief, and now I see from whence this river of godliness springs.

To her credit, Winifred Robinson understands that personal responsibility properly rests with the person.  She never falls back on the usual, tired and offensive liberal tropes.  We are spared white racism as the excuse for black educational failure, black criminality and black indigence (indeed, the programme makes it clear from the beginning that hundreds of millions have been invested in Peckham alone with no visible end-product).

Peckham’s Lost fully intends us to be left with the impression that the grand days of the sweeping government programme are over.  The pleasure of throwing taxpayers’ money into useless, hare-brained schemes may never entirely depart the liberal-left.  But the theory that it will make a difference has been tested to destruction on the young black male.  And to absolutely nobody’s surprise the young black male has destroyed it.

Now local and small-scale, black faith-based initiatives seem to be coming into favour.  They are about all that’s left, I suppose.  Self-help is noble enough, and by its very existence nobly repudiates the liberal hand-wringer’s dogma, and requests him to step aside.  Good luck to those concerned is all I can say.  They will need it.

That just leaves us - not yet a suitable subject for Winifred’s winning journalism.

We have had to jump through hoops for the supposed sake of the black population.  We’ve had to show more tolerance and “decency”, “correctness” and “fairness”, more non-judgementalism, guilt, generosity and forgiveness than any native people should ever be required to do.  For our pains we are stuck with a black anti-social problem ... a black gang problem ...  a black gun problem ... a Jamaican drugs problem ... a black AND white welfare problem.  And all this where once English working-class culture bubbled industriously away, and brought completion to our kind.

But of all the fruits of unwanted, unrequested post-war immigration, the most dubious and final - and, therefore, unacceptable - is negrification.

Back as far as the 2001 census some 893,000 respondents were already declaring their ethnicity as “mixed race”.  We have every right to be appalled by such numbers, and by the fact that black males will have done the greater part of the fathering.  If not, what is the meaning of Peckham’s Lost?  By Peckham’s standard, a negrified population is an unmitigated disaster for the English working class.  Even if we overlook the associated and well-publicised Tridentine and, indeed, novaculan pathologies it’s the worst of deals, irreparably damaging genetic interests and shattering bonds of thousands of years longevity.  Our friend Gongstar observed that, “Even if they weren’t imported as weapons against whites and dissolvers of civil society, it’s now clear that’s exactly what they are.”  I agree.

We cannot blithely volunteer our children and grand-children for a life of racial surgery sans limit.  The price is not ours to pay, but theirs.  So what can we do for them today ... we who have so little power ... we who care so much for them and for the future of all our people?