Where Did They Go?

Barring dramatic inflection of trajectory, it will take few terms before the US Supreme Court coaxes a prohibition on hate speech from a bashful Constitution. Then I suppose my life as an at-large criminal blogger will be concluded.

Aside from the quality decline in roommates, one of the things I will mourn at that time is the failure to have ever visited London. There was never cause in business, nor quite enough appeal in pleasure to motivate the trip.

And now the city has lost its allure entirely. Of course I mean that strictly from a financial standpoint, which is all that motivates rational homo economus. London simply doesn’t offer competitive pricing to see Pakistanis, when a top-5 hotel in Karachi can be had for $78/night. Listen to me closely: money is all that matters.

I’ve been reflecting warmly on that position recently. Motivated in part by this piece that asks wherefore art thou? of London’s white people.

Something quite remarkable happened in London in the first decade of the new millennium. The number of white British people in the capital fell by 620,000 – equivalent to the entire population of Glasgow moving out.

The consequence, as revealed by the latest census, is that white Brits are now in a minority in London, making up just 45% of its residents.

I still can’t quite viscerally absorb the enormity of that question. Not posed in regard to Luanda, itself another husk of civilization’s receding molts, but actually London England. Where did the white people in London go? The article casts about, almost comically, for mascara to pretty the corpse’s face.

…what emerges is a much more positive story than some headlines would make you think.

Always look on the bright side of your dispossession. What side is that? The side that gets you 💵PAID💷, MF-er.

The years between the last two censuses have witnessed significant cultural change in London, particularly in the outer boroughs. Some white British may have moved because their neighbourhood has been culturally transformed, the tea rooms and restaurants replaced by takeaway chicken shops and halal supermarkets serving the new arrivals.

But there is also a story here of white working class families that escaped from the slums and bombed-out East End in the middle of the last century, found new opportunities in London’s outer boroughs and then, in the past decade – often having prospered from the housing boom and the capital’s economic growth – cashed in their assets and bought themselves that little cottage in the countryside or by the sea.

It is a story of aspiration.

It is a story of success.

Success!

Success!

Contra the English approach, there are some countries that heavily restrict or disincentivize foreign land ownership (e.g. Mexico and Greece), or ban it outright (Thailand). I wonder if those countries do that to inhibit their citizens’ success stories? That might be one theory. Another possibly being that a nation’s finite physical habitat should be one of its less liberally ladled resources.

And what is being ladled in lauded London is England’s irreplaceable national capital that has been accumulated with meticulous stewardship over centuries. Restrictions on foreign sales are designed precisely to prevent this profligate “cashing in of assets” that only autists believe are theirs alone. The absence of which resulting in enriched individuals and a homeless people.

Similar thoughts came to mind during a recent brief Internet debate. The body of which being little more than a wall of Dunning-Kruger–possibly even on the part of my opponent.

Though what struck me particularly was a confident assertion that businessmen are bound by zero moral obligations to anything beyond the accumulation of wealth. Now my general sentiment is that people like this are what ocean bottoms were designed to collect. A man in blind pursuit of rolling coins can create many moving hazards for his neighbors. That he considers their welfare to be beneath notice is a trait every sociopath shares.

As prior precedent, it undoubtedly required a singular focus on monetary amorality for plantation owners to decorate our cotton fields with some six hundred thousand Africans. No doubt today’s imported chicken helots represent the modern incarnation of zero morality business.

Though this position is largely uncontroversial among many–perhaps most–in the merchant-class. And that is why any people who don’t intend to cash-out of Earth must give grave contemplation to installing a robust set of restrictions that temper men from burying their country while they are digging for gold. This concept doesn’t really range far beyond common sense, though public officials tend to suffer a deficit of that when gazing at large checks.

And so Londoners have cashed out their country, as I crash in Karachi. It’s a mutual story of success.

17 thoughts on “Where Did They Go?

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  2. I was in London 10 years ago and was shocked at how bad it had gotten. I felt I was in a third-world country at times, but with nicer taxis.

    Sadly, I saw the rot showing up in Stockholm and Paris as well. White flight in multiple languages. And the thought of this from the leaders was never: “Why are our citizens leaving?” Rather it was “We need these foreigners here because all of these racists are leaving!”

    I don’t understand the logic in this, but I do know it will end badly. I hope to live to see the day when the street lamps of Europe’s great cities are decorated with the swinging necks of those responsible.

    • I spent a week in London back in 2005. After walking down the street for a few minutes, I felt like I desperately needed a shower. The non-English demographics weren’t even the very worst part, though they certainly didn’t help. The worst thing was the pervasive sense of cultural and moral degradation, born of the English people’s alienation from and hostility to their own history and any sense of a transcendent moral order. I have never felt an atmosphere quite so poisonous in any other European city- not even in famously-depraved Amsterdam. If I have ever felt myself in the presence of something genuinely Satanic, it was surely on the streets of London.

      • That’s depressing. My grandfather was in the Navy in WW2 and was stationed in England for a time – he had a great admiration for England and the English people and even went back to visit in the early 60s. I wonder what Englishmen of his generation think when they go outside.

      • For what it’s worth, it was only in London that I felt the oppressive weight of that cultural sickness. Bath was a lovely city full of old-fashioned English charm (and, not coincidentally, old-fashioned English people). Vera Lynn wasn’t wrong when she sang “There’ll Always Be an England”, but London just isn’t part of it anymore.

  3. I reblogged this on The Burning Platform. Give it an hour or two to show up. It was kind of you to show up and discuss issues with our retired manufacturer on the site, who has strong opinions backed by a wealth of experience. Hopefully the fireworks that are surely coming will be warm, glowing, and illuminating, rather than explosive, destructive, and injurious. Although I do find that political and economic thought, like economies themselves, benefit from creative destruction.

    • Yojimbo, I checked out the thread earlier and didn’t see any points related to ideas in the article.

      The retired manufacturer was shitting his pants, and some other commenter was speculating on my alliance with the North Koreans. Though I’m glad you alerted me to the discussion for this gold medalist in the laf-a-lympics:

      Rob in Nova Scotia: That whole Strawman about Slaves is bullshit as far as I am concerned. As long as employer is complying with the law then that is all that is required.

      It’s going to be a real shock when he learns what labor arrangement was in compliance with the law in the antebellum South.

  4. Per your recent Tweet about Peggy Noonan:

    From Peggy:
    “I end with a new word, at least new to me. A friend called it to my attention. It speaks of the moment we’re in. It is “kakistocracy,” from the Greek. It means government by the worst persons, by the least qualified or most unprincipled. We’re on our way there, aren’t we? We’re going to have to make our way through it together.”

  5. We really should ditch NATO. Why do we want to defend these suicidal fools. If old Vlad wants to retake Europe, let him.

  6. Heh. “Grave” contemplation. Heh.

    Golden wordsmithery here, my friend: “Burying their country while they are digging for gold.”

    I hope you will let The Don borrow a few phrases from this one.

  7. An internet search this a.m. declined to show “the kakistocracy” This has happened with a couple places I visit in the recent past. Anyone else? It’s been nearly twenty years since I’ve been to London. I’d like to go back to England, or what’s left of it, but I won’t visit a town run by a “Khan”.

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