My Tram Experience

I cant open links in work so googled her name – Christ, wow, omg!!!!!

Fair play to this woman – an open letter to Emma West.
Dear Emma,

You don’t know me. You’re not even aware of my existence, and you’ll never meet me. However, thanks to the power of the internet and the quick thinking of a young woman with a smartphone on the Croydon Tramlink last Sunday, I know of you. I’ve watched you repeatedly as you spat your racist venom all over a tram carriage full of non-whites, while your child sat on your lap.

We’re both 34, Emma. We both grew up in Britain and are both British. That’s where our common ground ends. You wouldn’t be able to tell what my background is from my face or accent, but I am one of the myriad people to whom you object so revoltingly strongly. My father is an immigrant. He’s lived, raised a family, educated his children, built a business and paid taxes in this country. He and his fellows are the backbone of this nation’s economy and culture; they are part of Britain’s history and her future.

Only you and your ilk are blind to this rather obvious fact.

Let me tell you a little bit about Britain, my dear.

Britain’s days as a colonial power ended long ago. Because Britannia so plundered and abused the countries that formed part of her ‘glorious’ empire, her subjects had no option but to come to Britain and build lives for themselves. Not only that, but Britain actively encouraged immigration to rebuild the country after a devastating war in which colonial subjects fought alongside white Britons. And not only that, but Britain has always been a racial melting pot. ALWAYS. You need only look at a history book to see that.

But someone like you won’t do that, will you? It’s far easier for you to remain ignorant and bigoted, to be fed outdated views that have been spoon-fed to you by other, equally ignorant and bigoted individuals. You have a distorted view of history, a perverse sense of your own racial superiority and your place in a modern society.

Forgive me for shattering your illusions, Emma, but “your Britain” doesn’t exist. It hasn’t existed for a long time, and her current survival is to be credited entirely to immigrants. All those jobs that you pass up because they’re ‘beneath’ you? They go to immigrants. The jobs to which you may aspire – though aspiration may be beyond you – will never be yours, because you’re simply too uneducated and ignorant to work in them. So you see people who aren’t the same colour as you making their way in life, while you sway drunkenly on a tram and berate them in the vilest of terms.

So now you’re on remand, charged with a racially aggravated public order offence. No doubt your cause will be championed by the National Front and the EDL. You’ll be a martyr in their eyes when you’re convicted, even if the sentence is little more than a fine. You’ll achieve a degree of fame within a very narrow circle, and notoriety in the wider community. You’ll be reviled, possibly attacked, and you’ll never find work with that kind of offence on your criminal record. Who wants to employ a convicted racist? Tell you what, luv, my dad certainly doesn’t.

What about your poor child? Using that kind of language around him is one disgusting thing; doing it in public is worse; and using it to express the hateful and hate-filled views that you espouse in public is utterly unacceptable. What kind of life are you giving him? And what life will he have once you’re convicted? Because believe you me, you certainly will be convicted.

We have laws against your actions, and laws against your views, precisely because they are unacceptable in a civilised, multicultural, multi-ethnic, multi-racial society. The law sanctions them because they cannot and will not be tolerated in Britain.

This is the Britain you live in, Emma. Welcome.