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Naturally, there’s no irony whatsoever in The Guardian, of all newspapers, finding fault with big government ... not a hint of hypocrisy in their critique of the “multi-agency approach” to, for example, the exploitation of illegal migrants by criminal gangmasters.  No, the hot-button plight of oppressed and abused workers calls forth an altogether too blinding and pavlovian response for wider considerations to apply.  So we get this:-

The tangle of Whitehall responsibilities for illegal working and gangmaster activity reflects the fact that they touch every aspect of the UK’s economic structure. So many authorities are involved that the tangle is almost impossible to unravel:

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Well, it’s Faversham actually, in the green and watery, ancient county of Kent.  Not some mug-scarce inner-city blessed with that precious New Labour phenomenon, automatic weapons.  Aagh, didn’t mean that to slip out!  No, diversity – that’s what I meant to say.  Obviously, diversity.  And a jolly good thing, too, if you ask me.  And it’s entirely possible that Her Majesty’s new breed of politically correct, people’s policemen will knock on my door and ask me some time very soon (after Griffin you never know).  So we don’t want to be too white, do we?  Not too stuck in a chalky Kentish rut, so to speak, not too un…vibrant.  Decidedly not.  Constable.

So … back to Faversham, twixt the Kentish Swale estuary and the Kentish North Downs.  Beautiful, quiet, hardly troubled middle-England, all apples and beer and old church towers (hiding new and deeply dubious phone masts, but anyway we’ll not let that spoil the image).  Undeniably, though, there are too many cars.  Too few children.  Sufficient Conservatism, however.

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Yesterday Lord Leslie Scarman, retired Law Lord and cross-bench member of the House of Lords, died peacefully in his sleep.  He was 93.  No doubt his career was long, rich and varied.  But it is with one event, the Brixton Riots of April 1981, that his name will be forever linked.

In those days Brixton was the racio-political cockpit of Britain, as the Islamified towns of northern England are today.  Along Railton Road and on the Frontline/Mayall Road triangle, black council tenants and marginalised white squatters lived cheek by jowl.  But they cleaved to their own cultures.  The blacks, with their dope, their reggae, their patois impenetrable to white ears, predominated in every visible way.  The streets were always filled with activity.  Empty houses were taken over for drinking and gambling, and as dope dens and all-night party venues pumping out non-stop reggae.

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A spate of shockingly violent, fatal stabbings have brought home to London’s gentle middle-class the insecurity in which they live in the capital.

On 17th September 74 year-old Derek Robinson and his 60 year-old wife, Jean, were attacked by an intruder in the hallway of their home on a private estate in Highgate Hill.  They were found stabbed and with their throats cut.  One Daniel Gonzalez was arrested at Kings Cross and subsequently charged with other recent murders as well.

On 20th October Robert Symons, 45, of Airdale Avenue, Chiswick, was killed with a single stab wound to the heart after a struggle with an intruder in his home.  Yousef Bouhaddaou, 26, has been charged with murder.  Four others have been arrested in connection with the incident.  Mr Symons, a teacher, left a wife and two daughters aged 2 and 5.

Then last Monday 29th November John Monckton and his wife Homeyra were savagely attacked by two youths who had burst through their front door.  Mr Monckton died of stab wounds.  His wife was critically injured and police are still waiting to speak to her in hospital.  Mr Monckton had two daughters, aged 9 and 12.  The younger, Isabel, was in the house at the time of the attack.

One of the attackers was black.  The other is described as “light-skinned”.  His ethnic background is unknown.

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Picture for a moment an early morning, say, next Spring.  It is the middle of the rush hour in a city in the north of England.  But this is not to be just any city or any morning.  This morning will be remembered as long as men draw breath.  This morning local radio has reported that three identical backpacks, each equipped with a tank and motorised aerosol, have been discovered - one at the railway station, two on busy street corners.  The tanks were said to be empty.  How many more there are out there nobody knows.  Shock and rumour spreads.  Al Qaeda.  People are talking about biological weapons, smallpox possibly.  Could it be true?  It doesn’t matter.  Everyone knows what it means if it is true.

By nine the broadcast media are reporting the events and speculating on their cause.  Scheduled programming has been suspended.  A few talking heads – opposition politicians, terrorist experts, ex-military men, an ex-scientist at Porton Down – are wiseacring at short notice in the way they do.  But as yet there is no official statement.

In any case almost as one, people are drawing the obvious conclusion and deciding what they must therefore do.  An exodus of citizens terrified for their children and themselves bursts into being.  Schools just filled are quickly emptied.  Cases are packed, cars loaded and driven out into streets in which no law, no bar to progress is tolerated.

It takes another sixty minutes for central government to act.  There is no great appeal for calm.  Calm, if that is what it is, will be enforced.  Everyone attempting to leave or who has left the city is to return.  Everyone contemplating leaving the city is to remain where they are.  All are to obey a 24-hour curfew to be effected from 6pm.  Ominously, there is no confirmation or denial of the rumours, no attempt to appear other than authoritarian.  Public fear reaches a point of conflagration.

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Censorious, over-regulatory, ban-happy, criminalising – that is the nature of Blairism and of our culturally-liberating government as it impacts upon the quiet lives of Middle England.  If you hunt or if your hobby is shooting, if you own a house which you may wish to sell, if you own a horse or both a car and a mobile phone you will be regulated or you will be banned.  If then you fail to comply you will be criminalised and have to pay a swingeing fine … or face jail.

The social customs and interests of all those respectable, responsible folk who abide by the law and intend no man harm are being steadily legislated away.  It might not be programmatic.  A case can be made for each of these new legal instruments and, yes, they arise through different causations, not simply political malignity.  But the unavoidable overall picture is one of a government with extreme and well-targeted regulatory instincts ... a government with absolutely no inclination to maintain for its own sake our long-standing tradition of liberty.

At some point that has to and does connect to a set of profoundly malign political values.

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Digby Jones, Director-General of the Confederation of British Industry, will tell his members at their annual conference today, “there will not be any work in Britain for unskilled people … within one scholastic generation.”  Outsourcing is the culprit, with the jobs going to India, China and, increasingly, the countries of eastern Europe.

Jones is scathing of the protectionist trends in American and French political life.  One would, of course, expect him to be.  The CBI has been a cheer-leader for goin’ global for years.  Its D-G has “formed the view that if ever there was a country made for globalisation it is Britain. It is in our DNA.”

Well, he might be over-heating somewhat there and probably meant to say that it is in our island culture.  Still, from that one can fairly construe that he is referring to the culture of the indigenous Anglo-Saxon-Celtic peoples of this island.  So, if globalisation will indeed pin our future prosperity to our native capacities, which seems to be the logical extension of Jones’ premise, why are we allowing in 150,000+ legal and illegal immigrants each year with not a moment’s consideration of theirs.

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Mr Blair’s thinking operates on three levels: what is best for the British government, what is best for the Labour party and what is best for him personally.

Ewan MacAskill, Diplomatic Editor, The Guardian